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[id: pshnisvm] By INGAROSE
[ar: IngaRose]
[al: Celebrate Me - Single]
[ti: Celebrate Me]
[au: Ingrid Rosemarie]
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[00:03.12]When I look at my life
[00:07.53]You see what I see
[00:13.10]Yeah
[00:17.38]I made it through more than they know
[00:19.78]
[00:27.85]When I look at my life
[00:31.47]And all that I've been
[00:34.90]Every scar, every fall
[00:38.45]Every place I've been in
[00:42.01]I'm still here breathing
[00:45.27]Still finding my way
[00:48.93]Through the nights I thought I wouldn't see another day
[00:56.11]Ain't nobody clapping for me, so I'm clapping for myself
[01:03.03]All the times I held on
[01:06.02]When I needed help
[01:08.52]
[01:08.71]Oh, I celebrate me
[01:13.28]For everything I survived
[01:16.87]All the nights I cried, but still I stayed alive
[01:23.61]I celebrate me
[01:27.11]Yeah, I'm standing on me
[01:30.78]Even when it's hard, I'm who I need to be
[01:36.45]
[01:37.65]You got to do it for yourself
[01:39.63]Ain't nobody coming through
[01:41.47]You got to find your strength
[01:43.19]Even when you don't want to
[01:44.96]It's gon' be hard sometimes
[01:46.76]It's going to feel too much
[01:48.52]You gon' break, you gon' cry
[01:50.17]You gon' want to give up
[01:51.93]But believe me, you gon' make it even when you can't see
[01:55.34]You're stronger than the moment, you just got to believe
[01:58.87]
[01:58.87]I celebrate me
[02:02.12]For everything I survived
[02:05.69]All the storms I walk through
[02:08.19]Still I'm here, still alive
[02:11.88]Oh, I celebrate me
[02:16.07]Yeah, I'm rising slowly
[02:19.56]Even with no clear view
[02:22.70]Nothing's stopping me
[02:25.19]
[02:27.22]It's your eyes
[02:34.27]Even if it don't feel like it yet
[02:38.71]You're still standing
[02:42.92]That means something
[02:46.73]No one can take that from you
[02:51.36]No one
[02:52.75]
[02:54.44]I celebrate me
[02:57.63]For the woman I became
[03:01.11]Through the hurt, through the pain
[03:04.55]I still found my way
[03:08.20]I celebrate me
[03:11.56]And I won't apologize
[03:14.94]Every step I took
[03:18.35]Got me to this life
[03:20.73]
[03:22.12]Just hold on
[03:26.36]You gon' be all right celebrate you
[03:31.63]

NIGERIA CAN ONLY BE BETTER IF WE GO BACK TO THE TRADITIONAL WAY OF RUNNING IT .
THINGS WERE NOT THESE BAD SOME YEARS BACK .
A typical Nigerian in Nigeria don’t give a fly fvck about what is going on in the country as far as it doesn’t touched or affect their families .
We all know what could be done to manage or eradicate this insecurity issues but no one is ready to address it . Everyone was busy shouting “Tinubu “. I’m not a supporter but we all need to use our common senses .
What are the action taken in all our local government levels and state levels concerning this insecurity issues ? Nothing , they don’t give a fly fvck . I remember while growing up , there was this issue of kids kidnapping , ritual and robbery everywhere in the country . Every district swung into action , we had lot of vigilante back then and other but now everything is watery in this out present generation .
What we need as a nation is to go back to the our previous way of tackling things we do not like as a nation .
The local government levels and state needs to be stabilised back so as to reduce the pressure on the federal level . If this is not done , Nigeria will keep losing thousands of soldiers on daily basis .
These bandits are operating at the local level and anything at the local level needs local intervention, local power and local strategy before integrating to whatever if local intervention fails . These people are well know in their communities. Feed the communities, give them good social amenities and employ lot of youth in the community to “police “ their own communities.
Create group of community police and vigilantes in every local level . Train them and let them have enough resources, riffles , cam , teargas and others . Pay them well and see if local problem won’t be solve by local intervention.
Every local government levels needs to start functioning if we want our country back and every local government resources should be used back in the local government region and not moved to the federal level for embezzlement By the big guys .
At state level DSS and state police should be trained properly and not all these funky ass mfk that goes about looking for yahoo boy and hookers . It’s Efcc job and Ndlea job to arrest internet fraudster and drugs peddlers .
The state police and DSS need to know what their job entails and work according to plans .
State resources should be used wisely by state on state projects and if not the citizen should be able to hold anyone in charge accountable for embezzlement with the support of federal level intervention.
Thirdly the federal level security agencies should be the top security agency and not the one running after bandits. The military , navy and other should only be concern when the issue has overpowered both local and state level which we don’t even have or no longer in existence
We should learn from other developed world and make things work . Local government levels got the responsibilities of keeping his region secured , amenities provisions , job available and seamless running of their day to day activities and if these are not in place ,Who ever is the leader should be called into book .
Councillor and council in the western world work to keep their region safe and they should learn from them .
Our way of governing in Nigeria is so crude that you couldn’t even know if there is government or not because everyone is with this motive of embezzling .
May the lord help
Us all

When I think about childhood, I don’t remember it in pieces—I remember it in pairs.
Because wherever I was, my younger brother was never far behind.

People used to laugh and say we were like twins. Not because we looked exactly alike, but because we moved alike. Thought alike. Laughed at the same silly things. If one of us got into trouble, the other one was already halfway there, ready to defend, explain, or share the blame. It wasn’t something we planned—it was just how we were.

We did everything together.

From the smallest things—like racing each other down the street or arguing over who got the bigger portion of food—to the bigger moments that felt like adventures only we understood. The world felt less heavy because we carried it side by side. Even silence between us wasn’t empty. It was full—full of understanding, full of presence.

He wasn’t just my brother.
He was my closest friend. My mirror. My constant.

And I think, deep down, I always believed that kind of bond was unbreakable.

Until the day it broke.

Losing him didn’t feel real at first. It felt like something temporary—like he had just gone somewhere and would walk back in at any moment, smiling like he always did. But time kept moving, and reality settled in slowly, painfully.

It felt like my world had lost its balance.

The laughter we shared echoed differently. The places we used to go felt unfamiliar. Even memories, which should have brought comfort, sometimes came with a sharp ache—reminding me of what was no longer there.

There were moments I felt like everything inside me was collapsing. Like I was standing in a life that no longer made sense.

But somehow… I didn’t fall completely.

Because even in the middle of that pain, God held me.

Not in a loud, obvious way—but in quiet strength. In the days I thought I wouldn’t make it through but did. In the moments where peace showed up unexpectedly, even if just for a second. In the reminder that even though I had lost someone irreplaceable, I hadn’t been abandoned.

That didn’t take the pain away.
But it gave me something to stand on.

Till today, his memory hasn’t faded.

It lingers—in the way I laugh sometimes, in the way I remember certain jokes, in the quiet moments when something reminds me of him out of nowhere. It’s like a part of him never really left. He’s still woven into who I am.

And I find myself thinking about him often.

Where is he now?
What is his life like beyond this one?
Is he at peace? Is he watching? Does he know how much he is still loved?

These are questions I carry with me.

And no matter how much I think about them, I can’t fully understand the answers. The afterlife is something beyond what my mind can hold. It’s a mystery—one that faith speaks to, but the heart still longs to see.

So I live with both.

The not knowing… and the believing.

Believing that he is in a place better than this world.
Believing that his journey didn’t just end—it changed.
Believing that somehow, in a way I may not fully understand now, we are not truly separated forever.

And until that day comes when all things are made clear…

I carry him with me.

Not as someone I lost,
but as someone who will always be a part of me.

In a crowded neighborhood where the streetlights flickered more often than they shined, Malik grew up learning how to survive before he ever learned how to dream.

His block was loud—sirens at night, arguments through thin walls, laughter that sometimes felt forced. People looked out for each other, but everyone was tired. Tired of scraping by. Tired of watching chances pass them like buses that never stopped.

Malik’s mother worked two jobs. His older brother had gotten caught up in things that seemed easier than school but came with consequences that lasted longer than any sentence. Malik watched it all and stayed quiet, carrying a kind of sadness that didn’t have words yet.

At school, teachers said he had potential. At home, potential didn’t pay bills.

So he hustled—legally when he could, creatively when he had to. Selling snacks, fixing phones, running errands for neighbors. Little things. Nothing that changed his life, but enough to keep him moving.

Still, there were nights he sat on the fire escape, staring at the city skyline in the distance, wondering why success always seemed so close… but never his.

Then one winter, everything broke.

His mom got sick and couldn’t work. Bills piled up like snow no one could shovel. The apartment grew colder—not just in temperature, but in spirit. Malik felt the weight of it all pressing down on him, like the world was quietly daring him to fail.

For a moment, he almost did.

He thought about taking shortcuts. Quick money. Easy exits. The same roads others had taken.

But something stopped him.

Maybe it was his mother’s tired voice saying, “Don’t waste yourself.”
Maybe it was fear.
Or maybe it was hope, stubborn and quiet, refusing to die.

So instead, Malik made a different decision.

He took the little skills he had—fixing phones, flipping small items—and turned them into something real. He started small, working out of his room. Then out of a borrowed corner in a barbershop. Then online.

It wasn’t fast. It wasn’t glamorous.

There were days he made nothing. Days he questioned everything. Days the sadness came back, whispering that he was still just a kid from a forgotten block.

But he kept going.

Year by year, things shifted.

One customer became ten. Ten became a hundred. He learned business the hard way—mistakes, losses, long nights—but he learned.

Eventually, Malik opened his own shop.

Not somewhere far away. Not in some rich district.

Right there. In the same neighborhood.

People noticed.

The same streets that once watched him struggle now watched him succeed. Kids who reminded him of himself came in, asking questions, looking for guidance. He gave it to them freely—because he knew what it felt like to have none.

The sadness never fully disappeared. It stayed with him, like an old scar. A reminder of cold nights, empty pockets, and quiet pain.

But it changed.

It became fuel.

Years later, Malik stood outside his business, looking at the sign with his name on it. The lights above it didn’t flicker. They burned steady.

And for the first time in a long time, he didn’t feel like he was chasing something.

He felt like he had arrived.

Not because everything was perfect.

But because he didn’t give up when it would’ve been easier to.

badaru911:
..." No women from countries beginning with 'I' or have a green in their flag gat me laughing...
Well that I can be India, Ireland, Indonesia but I'm suspecting Ireland cos I don't think England and Ireland like each other. And Ireland is having a green in their flag. Also India..

Green some African countries

Bigdickmoney:
I’m Tired Of My Girlfriend Here In The Uk , She Frustrating Me. She Is An Alcoholic

I have been dating this lady for two years now here in the Uk I’m Nigerian and she is from Kenya. Have only been in the uk for 3 years, and she been here 20 years. She is an alcoholic and alcoholic is affecting her day to day life as she can’t even work or get things done. She lives on benefits.

Each time she drinks she becomes violent and fights me. we live together. Most times I have to run out of the house. I’m the one paying the rent.

2days ago she got violent and hit me several times. The neighbours call the police and I was taken to custody. Now I am out and afraid to go back to the house cos I don’t want to go to police again cos I don’t want anything to affect my dbs.

I’m squatting with a friend. Though her name is also in the contract of the house but I’m the one paying. I can’t even go home now as I’m afraid don’t know what to do. I’m no longer interested in the relationship. But I’m afraid to go to the house even though police didn’t restrict me from the house.

lol you go still enter that jail you’re afraid of if you don’t leave that girl 🤣

When My Guy Snitched: How God Saved Me

You never really know who your true friends are until wahala knocks on your door. That’s something I learned the hard way.

It all started back in Lagos, 2022. Hustle was tough, and everybody was looking for a way to make ends meet. Me and my homeboy, Tega, had been rolling together since secondary school — same hood, same dreams, same hunger. We used to say, “We go make am together, no matter how.”

I was doing small online work — freelance gigs, crypto trading, sometimes flipping accounts for commission. It wasn’t always straight, but it wasn’t exactly bad either. Just street survival, you know? But somehow, one small mistake almost landed me behind bars.

One day, Tega hit me up.
“Bro, I get connect for one foreign job. Big money involved. You fit run some transactions for me?”

Normally, I no dey touch anything suspicious again — I’d already told God I was done with anything shady. But the way things were going, I was tempted. Still, something inside told me chill.

So I told Tega no.

Next thing I know, two weeks later, EFCC agents pulled up at my gate early morning — loud knocks, black vans, bulletproof vests. Before I could even say ‘wetin dey happen?’, they burst in shouting my name like they rehearsed it.

They searched everything. Phone, laptop, even my prayer journal. Apparently, someone mentioned my name in connection to a “financial fraud network.”

Guess who?
Tega.

He had gotten caught, and to save himself, he gave them my name — said I was the one handling “the back-end.”
My guy. My brother. My day one.

I spent two days in EFCC custody. No food, no sleep, just pure fear. They kept showing me screenshots, transactions I’d never seen in my life. I told them I was innocent, but who believes that story in Nigeria?

Then something miraculous happened. The lead investigator called me aside. He said,
“Your name came up, but the evidence doesn’t tie back to you. Someone is lying — and it’s not you.”

Turns out, one of the accounts Tega used was traced directly to his own BVN. His lies backfired. They released me that evening, no charges filed.

When I stepped out into the street, the evening air felt like freedom itself. I didn’t even go home straight — I just stood outside, looked up, and whispered,
“God, thank you. You really saved me.
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MISEDUCATIONS:
my Whatsapp number is on my signature boss. under this text

Pls let’s bring Ubunja back . This should be one of the best selling part of nairaland

Freshtruth:
Omo as a student of geh heh class Omo na to calm down follow her shop d food when the food wan dey finish na to go my phone settings go to ringing tone adjust and increase the volume it will look as if I have a call I will drop my handkerchief on the table and just be doing hello , hello then I just step out y she is still eating to go look for network to answer d call. Omo na Keke things o

Go and read unbunja post from 2017 till date you go know shey geh geh na student

Myrepublic:
I have served in similar capacity before. I use my time fight oppression. I no be like you

Cry me a river

When you start making it in life , don’t forget to build yourself a shelter . It’s neccesary.

Myrepublic:
Nigeria Army don dey fear

If na civilian now,you hear they saying bloody civilians..

Face Boko haram now..

If person wear carmo,Una go almost kill am. Make una face una mates now

If you get the same opportunity they got , you won’t do anything different. Nigerian military are power drunk

SeverusSnape:
The boy na goat.
Waste of humanity.
Kill yourself because of an alleged community pussyyy?

Best comment on nairaland . It takes a solid heart to make the right choice when your heart is broken into irredimable pieces and your biggest trust is betrayed

How likely is it to be successful and mentally stable when you came from a divided home ?
Absolutely, it is possible to be successful even if you come from a divided home. While growing up in a challenging or divided environment can present unique obstacles, many people have overcome these challenges and gone on to achieve great things. Success often comes from resilience, determination, and the ability to learn from difficulties rather than be defeated by them.

Coming from a divided home can teach you a lot about perseverance, empathy, and self-reliance. It might even motivate you to create the life and relationships you desire, despite the circumstances you grew up with. Seeking support from mentors, counselors, or building strong networks can also make a significant difference.

Success is defined in many ways, and it’s often a combination of hard work, adaptability, and a positive mindset, no matter where you start. Many successful individuals have faced similar challenges and used those experiences to fuel their drive to succeed. But what about mental health ?

chrisifeanyi:
Please those of us with vast knowledge of UK job market can you help me with this question?
Someone with engineering background going for masters in Management or sustainability and management rather than pure engineering does he or she stand a chance to get visa sponsorship job after graduation?
Also courses like environmental management from engineering background what's the job prospects afterwards.

Your candid opinion will be sincerely appreciated

On God my brother . Luckily you may get something like that after graduation but majority ends in the healthcare sectors , care and support to get the proper right to work after your graduate visa elapsed

Clove tea, with its potential to aid digestion, boost the immune system, and provide antioxidant benefits, is a natural remedy with a wide range of health advantages.
Here's a more detailed look at the important aspects of clove tea:
Digestive Health:
Clove tea can help improve digestion by increasing the secretion of digestive enzymes, potentially alleviating indigestion, bloating, and gas.
It can also stimulate the production of digestive enzymes, which can enhance the digestion process.
Clove tea is known to boost the digestive system, soothe an upset stomach, and aid in the breakdown of food, making it a great choice after meals.
It can also help to manage weight by boosting metabolism.
Immune System and Antioxidant Benefits:
Clove tea is a good source of antioxidants, which can combat free radicals and reduce oxidative stress in the body.
These antioxidants can also help strengthen the immune system.
Clove contains eugenol, which has antioxidant properties that may have anticancer effects.
Clove tea may also help boost your metabolism and aid in weight loss
Respiratory Support:
The antimicrobial properties of clove tea can help soothe coughs and congestion.
Inhaling the steam from clove tea can be soothing for respiratory concerns.
Clove's expectorant properties can help clear congestion.
Oral Health:
Clove tea exhibits antimicrobial properties that can help combat bacteria, freshen breath, and promote overall oral health.
It is a traditional remedy for oral issues
Clove can relieve dental pain and discomfort
Other Potential Benefits:
Clove tea may help regulate blood sugar levels, potentially benefiting individuals dealing with blood sugar-related issues.
Clove tea can help reduce inflammation in the body.
The analgesic properties of cloves make them effective in relieving pain, including headaches and toothaches.
Clove tea can help improve blood circulation.
How to Make Clove Tea:
You can make clove tea by simmering whole cloves in boiling water for 5–10 minutes.
Some sources recommend adding two drops of clove oil to your tea to help clear the airways.
Consider enjoying a cup of clove tea after meals or before bed to promote relaxation.
It is advised to consume 1-2 cups per day to reap the benefits without overdoing it.

Avocado seed tea helps in lowering total cholesterol and cholesterol and reduces the risk of heart disease. Avocado seed tea is a powerful concoction that aids digestion, improves bowel function and treats constipation. The richness of potassium relaxes the blood vessels and helps in stabilizing the blood pressure

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Why can’t we all
Help this Dbull guy growth
Let’s go and follow him as a co nairalander
Follow him on all his social media pages and play his music even though it may not be as lightning as that of our favs .
Pls let’s uplift Dbull