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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

Archaic theology beliefs and practices

GeneralOuki:
I thought the implementation was to start this year 🤔

It passed into law, charges is after one year 📌💯

GeneralOuki:
Yes, subsidy was removed so that he can get access to more loans, and our taxes are going to be used to pay for the loans he's collecting, although it will not be enough

Nigerians will rebel against tax next year when the implementation starts.
I suffered before getting Tax Clearance Certificate yesterday 😥

b0rn2fuck:
Na girls, this one still sound better, the one that told me I will die untimely death just because I claimed I don't have the 5k I promised her anymore on that day she I mentioned. She dragged me while did I keep her hope and waited, why did I promise her but I insisted I had no choice to promise when she kept pressuring and pressuring. Cursed hit me that day and truly, money no dey

Na why I dey para for them. I just send one 5H airtime this morning, she just dey happy 🤣😂😅

That gender trade mark, nothing goes for free. Even their fake attention 🤷🏿.

Anioma state creation is a figment of Ned Nwoko imagination .
All na wash .

Fuckyoumod:
The debt is scary. What is subsidy money used for, where is subsidy money?

The annoying part is we are not seeing anything meaningful from this useless govt.

He used the subsidy money to get more loans. It was counter productive. Akpawaist was busy looking at that gender

Nigeria is in serious debt that the next president will be in trouble 🤷🏿.

We4all:
You love dating older women or you like sleeping with them? Most Nigerians can't tell the difference between dating and sexing.

I go date you I no go pipe you. Na wa for you oOoOO

DMCY:
That’s why you decked his wife Abhi?

Nobody stops you from knacking older women but you could have been kind enough to leave the married ones alone, allegedly o

Wetin concern bazooka and ceasefire, na explosion straight up.

No single region can win the Presidenial election.

bennybuhari:
Will We Have Something Like This Again In 2027?

Tinubu don pocket everybody but the masses are hardnut to crack.

Like a real couple sharing everyday life.

Prick dey hungry this one

Why are you stressing yourself , pay the guys to do the animal guide (GANAKO), while you sit in the truck

Broke ladiess na disaster,
Broke wifee na hell

Dey play na, lamba politician talking and minions are happy.

AgainstIslam:
Lost 1.2 million naira to scammers yesterday.

Very painful.

I still can't believe how it happened. Me that's always on guard and can smell scam from miles away.

Reported at the nearest Efcc office and was told the money is too small for them to handle. I just weak, counted my losses and returned to my office.

guy,
Get a court order and block that account.

Onewazobia:
Hmmmm, I am not surprised by this because I once had a similar experience in Atan, Ogun State.

One of our staff members was contacted regarding a contract opportunity an international University. However, based on the project requirements presented to him, he knew he would not qualify for the bidding process, so he innocently informed them that he had a boss who could handle the job.

They initially claimed to operate an international company that had just entered Nigeria and already established satellite campuses across the country. According to them, they wanted to begin construction work on their permanent site around Atan, Ogun State.

They requested our CAC certificate, TIN number, directors’ details, IDs, evidence of previous jobs, and information about our manpower capability. The staff member who referred me later asked if he could forward my number to them since the date for interfacing with the school management was approaching. I agreed, not knowing I was walking into a serious mess.

The whole conversation started on 13th December 2025. They contacted us almost every day, requesting one document or information after another. They obtained several company details, including ID cards, claiming they needed to conduct background checks before inviting any contractor.

Unfortunately, I innocently sent everything they requested. However, I was not sending the documents directly to them because there was a third party involved, and I did not want it to appear as though I was bypassing him. Sadly, I failed to properly verify the authenticity of their claims. Hmmm… it is a long story.

Throughout this period, I never personally spoke with them until 2nd February 2026, when they informed our staff member that there would be a physical meeting at the project site on 9th February 2026. That was when I asked him to forward their contact to me and also give them my number.

The first thing I noticed was that their contact preferred chatting instead of calls. I then asked him about his position in the supposed university. He admitted he was not a staff member but a student who claimed to have a good relationship with one of the staff members. According to him, that was how he got the information and decided to contact our staff member to “give it a try.”

Thank God the innocent boy did not go there himself because only God knows what could have happened to him.

Fast forward to 5th February 2026, I contacted their representative to ask for the address and directions to the location. He told me to “come prepared and plan to sleep over.” Immediately, I asked him why I should sleep over. He replied that there would likely be a crowd and that documentation could take more than a day because it was an international university registration process for contractors.

I told him clearly that I would return home the same day and come back if necessary.

On Monday, 9th February 2026, I left my house around 5:00 a.m., to Atan. When I arrived in Atan, I tried calling him, but his number was not connecting. I then dropped a voice note on WhatsApp, after which he instructed me to take another bike to a different location. At that point, I became suspicious.

After he described the location, the bike rider said he did not know anywhere like that around the area. That further strengthened my suspicion. He then started directing the bike rider from one street to another. However, by that point, I had already made up my mind to see the matter to the end. I was no longer interested in the contract itself; I simply wanted to uncover what was going on.

Eventually, he instructed the bike rider to take me to an hospital. On getting there, I met a young boy, probably around 18 years old, wearing a jalabiya and holding a phone and a badly damaged power bank wrapped with plenty of sellotape.

Immediately I got down from the bike, I asked if he was the one waiting for me. He answered yes and said he would take me to an Alfa. I asked, “An Alfa?” and he answered affirmatively.

I immediately requested for his ID card as a staff member of the supposed university. That was when he started talking carelessly. I quickly held him by the waist and insisted that we must go to the police station. He refused.

At that point, it was past 7:00 a.m. I deliberately raised my voice so that people in the community would come outside and witness what was happening. That was one of the reasons I refused to back down.

People gradually started coming out of their houses. I seized his phone and refused to return it until we got to the police station. Later, some community members persuaded me to give him back the phone so he could call the others involved.

They started arriving one after another. I still have videos and pictures from the incident.
The community members questioned them thoroughly. As more men gathered around, it became obvious to everyone that their story was not genuine. However, because those boys lived in the area, many residents were afraid to confront them directly. Some people advised me to quietly leave the place, but I insisted that we must go to the police station.

That was when some misguided youths in the community suddenly turned against me and even started beating me alongside the suspected kidnappers or ritualists — I honestly do not know which they were. Yet, I still managed to hold onto one of them. God truly gave me strength and courage that day.

Eventually, their leader, who they called “Chancellor,” contacted a police officer whom I strongly suspected was connected to them. When the officer arrived, I requested his ID card, and he showed it to me. Even then, I still insisted on taking a separate bike because anybody could print a fake ID card.

Luckily, someone in the community identified him as an actual police officer, so I reluctantly agreed to ride with him.

Before leaving the street, I asked for the phone number of the community chairman, but they refused to provide it. I then begged them to at least tell me the actual name of the street, and immediately I got it, I sent my live Google location to my family.

Hmmmm… Nigeria is truly something else.
When we finally got to the police station, two officers attended to us. Interestingly, they did not take us into the newer building constructed after the ENDSARS protests, but instead into the older office within the same compound.

After a long back-and-forth discussion, the officers asked me what exactly I wanted since no money had been collected from me.

I told them clearly that my insistence on going to the police station was not for personal gain, but simply to play my role as a responsible citizen. I explained that it was now left for the police to conduct proper investigations.

In the end, the police simply instructed them to apologise to me and “be careful about the kind of clients they deal with.”

That was all.

Till today, I still have the chats, pictures, videos, and other evidence from the incident.

On Monday, 9th February 2026, I left my house around 5:00 a.m., to Atan. When I arrived in Atan, I tried calling him, but his number was not connecting. I then dropped a voice note on WhatsApp, after which he instructed me to take another bike to a different location. At that point, I became suspicious.

They're kiddnappers, it happened to someone in JOS whom went to Kaduna, they sent him TP sef.

4reala:
The group leader should be arrested and questioned. He knows much about the killings in Jos

Guy, in the last 20 days. Villagers are been killed in Barkin-ladi with the exception of two or three night. Just last night, two shot, one dead. It's terrible. The rain is yet to start, they're grazing on peoples irrigation farms, imagine with this crazy cost of petrol.

Writes from Jos.

The Single Mother: Damaged goods

baconline:
He has started running his mouth again, just be quiet and let it go

Wounded lion no wan gree 😅😂🤣