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allowing Sodom and Gornorrah Gay pride in Israel could leads to these weakness

wickedclown:
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If Nigeria is a zoo, I guess I and your family are still in 9ja...so which of the wild animals are u guys?? Wild goats or hyenas?

it is a zoo

[anyquote author=franchasng post=132244526]Very commendable move by the youths.


Hôpeless Uzodinma is trying so hard to please Hausa-Fulanis at the detriment of Igbos, but he is wasting his time, he should take a look at what is happening between Isrâel and Arābs, Igbos are Jëws and cannot condone nonsense from any senseless political jôbber trying to curry useless favor from the Gåmbari > any woman of Igbo extraction that marries a Fulanis has already ostracized herself..she will be seen as lost ([/quote]

Emu4life:
Stay away from the East for your own Safety.
Next, they will come and cry that NOUN refuse to build study Centre in the East.

Igbos are wiser. The conspiracy to subjugate them in their own land is on going without success.... this is one of them

muykem:
Because God has a purpose for making me Nigerian. I don't have any other conutry apart from Nigeria same to my children. I will never hate my own Jerusalem because some people are misbehaving. I love Nigeria with all my heart.

your heart must be confusing

But through your contractors

They should occupy Nigeria and end it...a battle a battle against occult powers

Fake as usual

Lipscomb:
You guys should just stop stressing yourself the protest that will not yield any result. What Nigerian should wait for should be no election unless the country totally restructured.

your brain must be so myopic to ever think elections will ever work in Nigeria.. revolution is the way out

Politics and judiciary

The message of Sodom and Gomorrah is for them,,there is no excuse the owner of the whole universe hates it, so repent or perish

off course they are

Emetex22:
You kidding right 😆 🤣 😂,

you will suffer greatly for your demonic inclination to evil much later. all your satanic propaganda and transgression shall revisit your and all your paid colleagues as karma looms..

creativejagaban:
The obi.dull and i.pob focused on Edo elections wey no concern them and forgot the one going on at their backyard....Now they lost everywhere 😭😭😭

lets see what will happen in october 1st as the leaders are a now nero who sees the masses as obstacle to their inert demonic desires

Russian should aid the Kurdistan and deal ruthlessly nwith this tyrant

What happened is a spiritual event..sex is is totally spiritual even with money paid to a prostity

trutharena:
Massive turnout for a clown

your worthless transgender and abortionist follower. Repent or perish

your days are numbered

what a useless world mock the true family system

Yahweh has created and commanded, nothing can change it without perishing

the west is on a decline

othermen:
The sun-baked soil of Africa was a distant memory for the young girl, Bidemi, as she stepped off the bus and onto the unfamiliar pavement of her new home. Her father, Deolu, had worked tirelessly to bring their family to this new land, seeking a brighter future for his daughter. With a mix of excitement and trepidation, Bidemi clutched her father's hand as they made their way to their new apartment.

As they settled into their new life, Deola’s dedication to Bidemi’s education only grew stronger. He labored long hours to ensure she had the best possible chance at success, and his hard work paid off when Bidemi was accepted into a local elementary school.

At first, Bidemi struggled to adjust to the unfamiliar customs and expectations of her new school. In Ibadan, children were taught to respect their elders with silence and obedience. But here, her classmates seemed to have an unspoken freedom to express themselves, even to the point of telling adults to "shut up." Bidemi watched in awe as her peers confidently asserted themselves, and she began to wonder why she couldn't do the same.

As the days turned into weeks, Bidemi’s newfound confidence grew. She started to speak up in class, sharing her thoughts and ideas with her teacher and classmates. But with this newfound freedom came a reckoning. One evening, as they sat down to dinner, Bidemi complained about the meal, saying she was tired of eggs and wanted chicken instead. Then, she was tired of yoghurt and wanted Sobo. Deolu, taken aback by her assertiveness, scolded her for her attitude. But Bidemi, fueled by her newfound sense of self, shot back, "Shut up, Daddy!"

The slap that followed sent shockwaves through their small apartment. Bidemi’s eyes welled up with tears as she retreated to her room, her heart heavy with regret. But the damage was done. The teacher noticed Bidemi’s unusual silence the next day and, after hearing the story, immediately contacted child services.

The days that followed were a blur for Ogbeni Deolu. He lost his joy, his mind and his ability to work as he struggled to come to terms with the consequences of his actions. The courts deemed him unfit to care for Bidemi, and she was taken into protective custody. Deolu’s world crumbled around him as he realized he might never be with his beloved daughter again.

Two long years passed, and Deolu’s once-strong spirit was broken. He perished, a shadow of the man he once was, his heart forever scarred by the loss of his daughter and the life they once shared.

In the two years that passed, the Child services contacted Deolu, informing him that Bidemi was doing well in her new foster home and that he could have supervised visits with her. Initially overjoyed, Deolu eagerly agreed, hoping to rebuild their relationship.

However, when Deolu was finally reunited with Bidemi, he was met with a stranger. The vibrant, curious girl he once knew was now a confident, self-assured young woman who seemed to have moved on from his love. Bidemi was polite but distant, and Deolu’s heart sank as he realized she had formed strong bonds with her new family.

As the visits continued, Deolu struggled to connect with the daughter he once knew so intimately. Bidemi’s new family had become her rock, and she seemed to prefer their company to his. The pain of this realization was almost too much for Deolu to bear.

Helping Abidemi recover, her new foster family
provided her with mental health support and she began therapy. Her therapist helped her uncover the deep-seated effects of the beatings she received as a child in Ibadan, and that it had profoundly impacted her mental health and might affect her own disposition and tolerance for abusive relationships.

As Bidemi worked through her trauma, she began to recognize the abusive patterns in her relationship with her father, Deolu. It was just the slap, but the more her foster family made her watch Nigerian movies on YouTube and saw the way parents corporally punished their children in Africa, the more she adopted the children’s pain and hated her father.

With the newfound understanding, Abidemi spoke out about the abusive relationship she had with her father, sharing her story with everyone around her. While this was a liberating experience for Bidemi, it further drove Deolu to madness. He never used a cane on Abidemi in Ibadan.

No one would have Deolu and so he descended further into a dark abyss of denial and anger. He gave a statement calling his Abidemi a liar. It seemed to him, that the dearth of his daughter’s love was not enough, now, Abidemi would also take the love he could gain from elsewhere, for standing with him seemed like standing against Abidemi. This was the source of the rejection of his community and why he sought to publicly rebuke her.

It was just a slap, but Abidemi spoke at length about the abusive relationship. It was an excuse for her inadequacies, and a source of livelihood for her and her foster family. As she spoke, Deolu’s reputation got further tarnished, and he was shunned and his descent into madness was sealed. It was his village people, he wrongly said.


As Bidemi shared her experience with the world, the foster family who had taken her in were the center of attention. They were hailed as heroes for providing a safe haven for Bidemi and for supporting her in speaking out against her father's abuse. They reaped rewards, received donations and funding for their "noble" work, and their nonprofit organization grew exponentially.

Bidemi’s mental health fraying under the pressure of constantly reliving her trauma, didn’t matter. the foster family's priorities was clear. They were more invested in keeping the spotlight on themselves and the cause than in ensuring Bidemi’s well-being.

Her mental health was an insignificant cost and they told her, the suffering she experienced was a necessary sacrifice for the greater good – to raise awareness and bring an end to abuse.

Bidemi condition worsened, and when the madness that took her father had consumed her too. She yearned for Deolu, her father, but no one heard her.

In the absence of no shoulder to lean on, Bidemi became reliant on substances to cope. It could dull her pain, ease her regret.

In the obituary, published after her suicide, the foster family made sure to mention she was a fighter who eventually succumbed to her father’s abuse.