This malady has gone on for far two long.
How does a teen have quick access to guns like this to the point that they can decide to end a life in a whim โ how are they even cool with the prospect of being murderers at first.
The whole arena sucks
Very impossible.
The city might be clean but thereโs no way you get a white socks to end up like that after taking a walk in a city where thousands of people walk every minute with their shoes on.
Unless youโre saying they donโt have sand and dust in Osaka.
Rub it in their spiteful faces.
Won ni shorire
Youโll ask for what he said that made him an extremist and theyโll look you dead in the eyes and tell you itโs been deleted. Suddenly none of Una dey keep receipts again.
Fools
Iโm a Yoruba person but itโs very funny saying this sentence while omitting Igbo โ a very huge contributor to Nigerian Pidgin
Replying to @AfroVII
Most pidgin is either Yoruba, Efik or Kalabari. That's where english and local languages mixed up. This one sounds Efik.
This is what citizens are experiencing in a country with leaders who commit the highest form of leadership butchery: they steal, lie, deceive and disappoint.
And they have the gall to come again for a re-election.
She Hid Her 12-Year-Old Daughter in a Ditch for Nine Months to Save Her From Boko Haram
In August 2014, Zainabu Hamayaji made a decision that would keep her daughter alive but force the young girl to spend nine months hidden underground.
Hassana was only 12 years old. Her mother feared that Boko Haram fighters would abduct her and force her to become a child bride.
To protect her, Zainabu hid her in a deep ditch behind their home in Madagali, Adamawa State, Nigeria.
Then, she did something that made the plan even more extraordinary.
She pretended to be mentally ill so the insurgents would leave her family alone.
When Boko Haram invaded Madagali, families faced a terrifying choice. People who tried to escape were being killed, and Zainabu witnessed the violence firsthand.
Her husband was among those killed.
She was left trying to protect her children in a town controlled by the same fighters she feared would take her eldest daughter away.
Zainabu had heard that the insurgents were looking for young girls to marry. When they learned she had a daughter of marriageable age, they came to her home.
She denied having such a daughter, but they did not believe her.
They beat her repeatedly. Her shoulder was dislocated, and she lost a tooth during the attacks.
Zainabu realised that simply denying Hassana's existence would not be enough. She needed to make the fighters believe there was something about her family that made it dangerous to interfere with them.
So she began acting as though she had lost her sanity.
She loosened her hair, stripped off her clothes and wandered around the community. She rolled in rubbish and smeared herself with urine and faeces.
The woman who had once lived an ordinary life was deliberately making herself an object of avoidance.
The insurgents returned repeatedly to check whether her behaviour was genuine. Each time, Zainabu continued the act.
Her younger children helped her maintain the deception. When the fighters questioned them about their mother's behaviour, they insisted that she had been mentally unwell for a long time and had previously visited a psychiatric hospital.
The children were frightened, but they played their part.
Eventually, the insurgents began to believe the story.
According to Zainabu's account, they feared that harming a mentally ill woman or taking her child could bring a curse upon them. They even left a warning on the family's house telling other fighters not to attack them.
But while Zainabu was trying to convince the insurgents that she was mentally unstable, Hassana was facing a different kind of ordeal.
She was living inside a ditch.
Her mother had prepared the hiding place with supplies, including food, water and matches. Hassana had to cook and manage her basic needs in the confined space. She also had to find a way to dispose of her waste.
For nine months, the ditch became her hiding place.
She could not simply walk outside whenever she wanted. Her safety depended on remaining hidden while her mother continued the deception above ground.
It was an extraordinary burden for a child who should have been able to live without fear of being abducted and forced into marriage.
Zainabu kept up the act, despite the beatings and the physical injuries she had suffered.
Then, in March 2015, Nigerian soldiers recaptured Madagali from Boko Haram.
When the soldiers encountered Zainabu, they were suspicious. They wanted to know how she had survived in the occupied town and questioned whether she had been married to a Boko Haram fighter.
She denied it and explained what she had done to protect her children.
The soldiers did not immediately believe her.
So she took them to the hiding place.
When they opened the ditch, Hassana was there.
After nine months underground, the 12-year-old girl was finally brought out of hiding.
The soldiers took the family to a camp for displaced people in Gwoza, where Zainabu later told her story to journalists.
Itโs funny how you can condemn this and then someone will insult you pretending not to know why this is wrong.
Crazy how she had to have to all the way to have that distinction made just so she could communicate, albeit implicitly, to observers that the other kid isnโt hers and as such, does not exist in the same band as her own biological kids.
Irritating line of though
A tale almost as old as time
Yahoo boy bags a wire.
A multimillionaire who has no legitimate source of income to explain his wealth. He desperately wants to buy his Lamborghini Urus, his Richard Mille, and his Ikoyi duplex without raising questions.
So, what does he do?
He opens an Instagram account, posts a โskit,โ and uses some of his money to aggressively promote it. He makes about 10 more skits, just enough for 100 Nigerians to know his name.
Alternatively, he drops a single featuring a Nigerian artist. Since yโall are amenable to trash music, you stream the song. Now that our Yahoo boy has given his name some publicity, heโs ready for his next move.
A month later:
Instablog9ja: โSkit maker โLaughter Is My Callingโ acquires a Lamborghini Urus, a Richard Mille, and a duplex in Ikoyi.โ
To further expand his empire, he launches a clothing line where the cheapest item is a face cap costing as much as $350, in a country where the minimum wage is $53.
Wow! Before you know it, everything is sold out.
You ask, โWhere did all this money come from?โ
They tell you, โMy skits, my music, and my clothing line.โ
Lol. ๐
I feel like thereโs literally no other person to be used as a โborn personโ specimen in Nigeria.
His growth and meteoric rise is so exemplary
Hearing this like Anambra Igbo and Ebonyi Igbo.
Very irritating segregation
Igbos are grouped under the South-East, and this region has four states; But most of the time when I am having a conversation with Igbo people they try to remove themself from the Abakaliki people (from Ebonyi State). I have noticed this severally over the years, and when you ask why the discrimination, there's no valid reason. It gives the impression that you don't like yourselves, yet, you complain about marginalization. Make it make sense.


























