Raise your kids to be good human beings and not to feel entitled or oppressed. It is indeed a free world, I want to love you, holding hands together, singing thanks and praise to the Lord

Are we not ashamed?

No Nigerian politician, dead or alive, comes even close to his sandals. None. If there is, please point me to that person. And I mean, in all metrics

The reason I don’t pay much attention to foolish people on this platform is simple: you cannot make anything good out of them. You cannot manufacture substance out of noise, and you certainly cannot reason someone out of foolishness they have comfortably chosen to live in. But since we are here, let that recalcitrant Chihuahua named Soludo come and tell you all exactly what he has achieved as the so-called “Professor Governor.” Let that lightweight, very, very lightweight individual come and put his record on the table. Enough of the professorial grandstanding and intellectual gymnastics. Let us talk about governance. Let us talk about security, infrastructure, jobs, education, healthcare, investment, and the everyday reality of the people he governs. And when he is finished, perhaps that little mad dog can finally stop chasing his own tail long enough to explain why the title “Professor Governor” should impress anybody when governance is ultimately measured by results. Bring the record. Bring the numbers. Bring the receipts. Until then, spare me the noise. Charles Soludo can not even, absolutely unworthy to clean the sandals which @PeterObi Obi worked on

Imagine if Peter Obi was a cocaine trafficker? APC will have a field day

Soludo has consistently demonstrated what I consider a deeply recalcitrant disposition. In my honest opinion, beneath the rhetoric lies little of substance, an empty vessel sustained more by noise than meaningful contribution. For that reason, I believe the most appropriate response is simply to ignore him and deny his provocations the attention they seek.

How does a son announce to the world that the man who was his world is no longer in it? How do you put into words the death of the man who, to you, seemed almost incapable of dying? The man I knew was the toughest man I ever knew. The most resilient. The most disciplined. The most caring. The most generous. The most loving. He was a man whose strength was not merely in his hands, but in his presence. A man whose shoulders seemed broad enough to carry the troubles of an entire family. A man I looked at and somehow believed that, no matter how dark life became, Dad would always be there. That illusion of permanence has now been shattered. My Dad is dead. Even writing those words feels like betraying something inside me. Because my mind understands what has happened, but my soul has not yet agreed to it. I still find myself wanting to call him. I still expect to hear his voice. I still imagine that somehow, he will walk through the door, sit down, and life will return to the way it was. But death is cruel in that way. It does not negotiate. It does not explain. It simply arrives, takes someone you love, and leaves you standing in the ruins of a life that suddenly looks completely different. Dad was not simply the father of our family. He was the pillar upon which our family rested. He was the one people came to when they had nowhere else to turn. His generosity was not something he advertised; it was simply the way he lived. And now, that man is gone. There are deaths that make you sad. And then there are deaths that make you question how the world is supposed to continue turning. This is the latter. My heart is not merely broken. It feels displaced. It feels as though death did not take only my father; it took a portion of the man I was when he was alive. Dad, you took a part of me with you. You were my shelter in a world that could sometimes be unforgiving. You were the voice behind so many of my memories. You were the man whose existence made certain things in life feel permanent. And now I am being forced to learn one of life's most painful truths: Nothing is permanent, not even the people we quietly believe will be there forever. Perhaps that is what grief really is. It is love discovering that it has nowhere left to go. It is the heart continuing to call a name that heaven has already answered. It is reaching for someone who used to be there and finding only silence. It is waking up each morning and, for one brief second, forgetting that they are gone – only for reality to return and break you all over again. So, dear friends and family, I ask you: Please pray for us. Pray for my siblings. Pray for our family. Pray that God gives us the strength to carry a grief that feels far too heavy for human shoulders. Dad... You did this one to me. You broke me. You broke your beloved Son, Anyaehe is grieving and it is taking a toll on me. You took away the one person I somehow believed the world could not take away from me. You died with a whole part of me. And I honestly do not know how to retrieve it. Maybe I never will. So rest on, rest on - my father. Soar to the heavens skies. Rest, my God. Rest, VIP. Rest, Ekwueme. Your work here is done. Your children will carry your name. Your grandchildren will hear your stories. Your kindness will continue to speak. And your memory will remain a sacred place in our hearts. A great heart has gone home to the Lord. And somewhere between heaven and earth, I hope you know this: Your son loves you. Your son misses you. Your son is broken. But your son will carry you.

Can you take me back down memory lane with Blacky

The important distinction is that respectful salutation should precede the substance of the conversation, especially when addressing someone considerably older or someone who holds a respected position. A simple principle captures it: “Before you address the matter, acknowledge the person.” Mr Elumelu or Mr Tony is in the right order.

Sickness is a business and the profiteers will never give that up.

This Affliction shall never rise again

Loneliness is sometimes the invoice we receive for refusing to be vulnerable.

How much of your life are you willing to sell for security?

Money is renewable. Time is not. Yet we guard our bank accounts with extraordinary vigilance while handing our hours to strangers, algorithms and people we don't particularly like

Every relationship has an economy. There are deposits of trust, withdrawals of affection, accumulated debts of resentment, and occasionally a bankruptcy from which neither party can recover. Are you paying attention yet?

Human beings are economic creatures long before they become financial ones.

If the political parties in Nigeria fail to understand that the growing public frustration has the capacity to consume them, nothing will stop the reckoning that is coming for @OfficialAPCNg and the culture of impunity Nigerians have endured under BAT. Our State Governors increasingly look like empty vessels, while the language of embezzlement and political patronage has become far too familiar. But ultimately, “We the People” have the power to pass judgment on political excesses through our collective voice and, most importantly, through the ballot. Not @inecnigeria, @Mr_JAGs, not @DeeOneAyekooto, not @dayoisrael, not @honfaleke, nor will @APCNewMedia, an absolutely disgraceful @jagabanarmyng, nor @OfficialGYBKogi, or Akin @mrlurvy, even @DOlusegun and the host of the APC Governors and the Villa will save the raging storm. Not billions of stolen funds. Not political minions, sycophants, or social-media loyalists will shield the wicked APC government from the judgment coming - the will of the people. Nigeria belongs to Nigerians. Nigerians, unite. 🇳🇬 For Judgement Day

Hello Florida, it's @ByronDonalds for a much greater Florida. Let's do it

My brother @OgbeniDipo is neither a great student of politics nor much of a good sportsman when it comes to political discourse. The moment you challenge his reasoning or disagree with his views on the issues that matter to Nigeria, he blocks you rather than meeting you in the middle and engaging in honest debate. Disagreement is not disrespect. Politics is not about surrounding yourself with people who always agree with you. If we truly care about Nigeria, we must be willing to listen, debate, challenge one another, and still respect each other afterward. Blocking everyone who disagrees with you doesn’t make your argument stronger. It simply closes the door to conversation.

President @realDonaldTrump is facing challenges on a scale we have rarely seen before, and he is navigating them with all their complexity - with a level of grace, wisdom, and resolve that is remarkable. My prayer is that we can bring an end to the endless cycle of interventions overseas and turn our attention toward building a stronger, safer, and more prosperous America at home. Sometimes, the greatest strength is knowing when to bring the troops home and invest that energy in rebuilding the nation we call home.

Who are the demons who voted for APC? Who are those