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Yes am here ,

That statement go kpai person oOoOO 📌

Okoyeeboz:
Tinubu is the Lee Kuan Yeu of the SW.

You can't understand what it means.

Dey play na

Baba sope style of politics.

Go to NDC

No time to check time

Emilokan at it again, Bandits everywhere

Lessons learnt

Our energy na die, na you go run .

If it's STEM course, look toward Canada and Australia.

Last woman standing, she didn't decamp or run

Same violence plateau communities are experiencing.

Ahh ahhhh ahhhhrrr comrade

No

nlfpmod:
cutieJuls posted two leaked audios of singer Chike and Sandra, Frank Edoho's wife. Hours after the audios trended, Chike and Sandra share the same love songs online.



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https://www.nairaland.com/8670288/cutiejuls-accuses-chike-sleeping-frank

Mama was blushing during the phone calls, she's feeling the toasting vibes 🤣😅😂.

Nlfpmod dey see things oOoOO 😎

Carry plier bend copper wire, engagement ring don set

Haunty don miss luxury , last kick of a dying horse 🤷🏿.

Dreal1247:
They deceived Mr Peter Obi into alliance with Atiku and co in the ADC with the intention of rendering Obi dormant and use his followers to secure the presidential seat. ADC is Atiku Deceptive Committee. When Atiku explained the vision of ADC which is for his personal political ambition, Obi disappointed them. Ever since then, Atiku and his cohorts have been on war of words against Mr Peter Obi. Unfortunately, the man, Mr Peter Obi has already moved on strategizing and restrategizing on how give us a better Nigeria.

ADC is Atiku Deceptive Committee 🤣😂😅

Comrade reduce the volume of this vawulence 🤣

RISQUE:
Never forget his father was a former Governor of Lagos.

He's among the few 1% politician children whom are still wealthy.

Money for heavy industrial manufacturing sector.
I will employ 2000 (2k) youths with this money.

On how he decides which business to venture into, the business mogul replied, “I first of all look at what we need as a people? What is it that we are supposed to be producing, and we’re importing? So we do what you call ‘backward integration’. We produce what the people need, and we are now producing things that when you wake up as a human being every morning, you must use part of what we produce,” he said.

adams123:
So that he can be president of only the SE ba?? All we need is someone that can deliver this country from the mess holistically...is not about where the man or woman comes from. Yar'Adua is a Fulani man from Katsina state but he has the interest of the poor masses at heart and we all felt his positive leadership back then.. this is the type of person we are searching for and not a regional president

Whom among the presidential candidates has interest of the poor masses at heart?

Anti party loading, Primaries go sour😅😂🤣🤷🏿.

oloriooko:
Those mosquitoes must be atheists, with no fear of God, even in the holy land, mosquitoes behaving badly?
The travel agency must be brought to books or na Air Peace delay?

Comrade reduce the volume of this vawulence 🤣😂😅
Please leave mosquitoes out of this, na their work .

nurudeen181:
I thought only Africa had mosquitoes

The Tropics generally have mosquitoes because the weather supports it. It's worse in India.

DrabeeyIsBack:
Slavery or foolishness?

Shuffering and Shmiling

Song by Fela Aníkúlápó Kuti ‧ 1978


Suffer, suffer, suffer, suffer, suffer
Suffer for world
Na your fault be that
Me I say: na your fault be that
I want you all to please take your minds
Out of this musical contraption
And put your minds into any goddamn church
Any goddamn mosque
Any goddamn Celestical
Including Seraphoom and Cheruboom
Now, we are all there now
Our minds are in those places
Here we go
Amen!
Suffer, suffer for world
Enjoy for Heaven
Christians go dey yab
"In Spiritum Heavinus"
Muslims go dey call
"Allahu Akbar"
Open you eye everywhere
Archbishop na miliki
Pope na enjoyment
Imam na gbaladun
Archbishop dey enjoy
Pope self dey enjoy
Imam self dey enjoy
My brother wetin you say?
My brother wetin you say?
My sister wetin you go hear?
My sister wetin you go hear?
Archbishop dey for London
Pope dey for Rome
Imam dey for Mecca
Archbishop dey for London
Pope dey for Rome
Imam dey for Mecca
Amen!
My people them go dey follow Bishop
Them go follow Pope
Them go follow Imam
Them go go for London
Them go go for Rome
Them go go for Mecca
Them go carry all the money
Them go juba Bishop
Juba Pope
Juba Imam
Then them go start to yab themselves:
Every day, for house
Every day, for road
Every day, for bus
Every day, for work
My people, my people
My people, my people
We now have to carry our minds
Out of those goddamn places
Back into this musical contraption
Right opposite you
Now we are back here
This is what happens to we Africans every day
Now wetin I want tell you now
Na secret o
Na confidential matter
Don't tell anybody outside
Na between me and you
Now listen
As I dey say before
E dey happen to all of us every day
We Africans all over the world
Now listen
Suffering and smiling!
Every day my people dey inside bus
Every day my people dey inside bus
Forty-nine sitting, ninety-nine standing
Them go pack themselves in like sardine
Them dey faint, them dey wake like cock
Them go reach house, water no dey
Them go reach bed, power no dey
Them go reach road, go-slow go come
Them go reach road, police go slap
Them go reach road, army go whip
Them go look pocket, money no dey
Them go reach work, query ready
Every day na the same thing
Every day na the same thing
Every day na the same thing
Every day na the same thing
Suffer, suffer for world...
How many, many a many you go make?
Many, many...
How many, many a many you go make?
Many, many...
How many, many a many you go make?
Many, many...
How many, many a many you go make?
Many, many...
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Fela Anikulapo Kuti
Shuffering and Shmiling lyrics © BMG Rights Management (france), EMI Music Publishing France, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

4reala:
But cant you all constitute yourselves into vigilantes and combat this monsters?

The villagers try a bit but can't match the automatic rifless of these guys. They're not just herdsmen but ISIS backed.
Just last evening, a pregnant wife and her husband were shot dead leaving behind their toddler twins.

womilojublog:
Stay where you are.

I mean that with every ounce of sincerity a person can carry in a sentence. Stay where the morning comes to you gently, where the air has not been monetized, where you eat food that still knows what soil it came from and has not been engineered in a laboratory to survive a shelf life longer than some marriages.

Stay where your vegetables are grown by hands you might actually know, where the fruit tastes the way fruit is supposed to taste, where the chicken was not injected with anything that requires a chemistry degree to pronounce. Stay where your body is nourished rather than processed.

Stay where you sleep without the low hum of financial anxiety running beneath every dream. Where a hospital visit does not arrive three weeks later as an invoice that makes your knees buckle.

Where illness is something to be treated and recovered from, not a financial catastrophe dressed in medical language. Where you do not have to choose, as millions here genuinely do, between the prescription and the rent. Where insurance is not a labyrinthine industry built on the art of collecting premiums and denying claims, where your access to care does not depend on which plan your employer selected during open enrollment and whether the specialist you need happens to be in-network this particular calendar year.

Stay where the bills do not multiply in the night. Where utilities and healthcare and education and simply existing do not constitute a second job's worth of administrative labour just to maintain.
Where you are not one unexpected expense away from a crisis. Where financial stability is not a personality trait attributed only to those disciplined enough to achieve it, while the structural reasons it eludes so many are quietly ignored.

Stay where you are not a demographic. Where you walk into a room and are seen as a person first, entirely, without the half-second recalibration behind someone's eyes that tells you they have already filed you under a category before you have opened your mouth. Where your competence is assumed rather than auditioned for. Where your presence in a space is not treated as a question that needs answering. Where you do not carry, alongside your bag and your keys and your phone, the additional invisible weight of representing your entire race in every interaction, of being the example that either confirms or defies whatever narrative the room already holds about people who look like you. Where you can simply be unremarkable in the most beautiful sense of the word just a person, in a place, living a life, asking nothing more of the world than to be met as a human being.

Stay where your dignity is not a political football. Where the person elected to lead the nation does not wake in the morning and reach for a device to broadcast contempt for people who do not resemble him, worship as he does, or originate from the places he deems acceptable. Where leadership still carries some residual obligation toward all the people, not merely the faithful and the familiar. Where a president is not a brand, a grievance, a performance of dominance conducted daily for an audience that has learned to read cruelty as strength and humiliation as entertainment. Where the highest office does not radiate a particular kind of sanctioned nastiness that gives permission to every smaller cruelty waiting in the wings.

America will seduce you with its mythology before you arrive. It has spent a century and more perfecting that particular art. It will show you the skyline and the possibility and the stories of those who came with nothing and built something, and those stories are real they happened, they happen still, and they matter. But it will not show you what those people carried to get there. It will not show you the years of being overlooked, the accent mocked, the name mispronounced with a carelessness that communicates exactly how much your origin is valued. It will not show you the promotions that went to someone less qualified but more familiar, or the neighborhoods that were never quite made accessible, or the quiet transactions of exclusion that happen every day inside systems that swear on paper they are fair.

It will not show you the loneliness of arriving in a country that wants your labor and your taxes and your energy and your contribution to its greatness narrative, but reserves the right to make you feel, on any given Tuesday, that your belonging here is conditional. Subject to review. Dependent on behavior. Contingent on how well you perform gratitude for being permitted to exist in a place you have just as much right to exist in as anyone who was simply born here by the accident of geography.

There are things America does that nowhere else does quite the same way. There is a particular electricity in certain cities, a creative restlessness, a collision of cultures and ideas that produces something genuinely remarkable. There are people here of extraordinary generosity and conscience and courage, people who have spent their lives pushing this country toward the version of itself it keeps promising to become. There is beauty here, real beauty, in the landscape and in the people and in what becomes possible when the best of this place is actually working.
But you, dreamer you who rise without an alarm because your body is rested, you who eat your breakfast slowly and know exactly where it came from, you who do not dread the end of the month, you who have never had to calculate whether you can afford to be sick, you who walk through your days without the psychic tax of navigating someone else's prejudice you are already living something that millions of Americans are working themselves to exhaustion trying to approximate.

Do not trade that peace for a postcard.
Do not arrive chasing a dream that was always partly fiction, sold most aggressively to people from far away who could not yet see the seams. Do not exchange your organic mornings and your unbothered evenings and your deep, untroubled sleep for a system that will ask everything of you and remind you, periodically and without apology, that you are here on its terms.

You cannot negotiate with a country that is still negotiating with itself about whether everyone in it deserves equal dignity. You cannot charm your way past a president who has made his contempt for people like you a cornerstone of his political identity and a rallying point for those who share it. You cannot out-work structural exclusion or out-smile institutional bias or out-perform the low ceiling that certain systems place over certain heads regardless of what is inside them.
Stay where the food is real. Stay where the air is yours. Stay where your peace has not been disrupted by a nation's unresolved argument about who deserves to belong.

Stay where you are already, quietly, profoundly, completely free.

That is rarer than any American dream.
And it is worth more than most people here will ever be able to tell you, because most of them have never known what it feels like to have it.

womiloju blog

Come make Bello Turji catch you fess

A country that doesn't have jobless population

Naso violent men go dey blush

With his yahoo yahoo shoess

madridguy:
This is pure wickedness.

Pure crime, avoid poor people. Very wicked.

Yarimo and ORS after elections