A man in Kano went to a foodseller. He had not eaten in 3 days. He bêgged the seller for food on credit. The foodseller said no because he already gave food to too many people on credit. The man sat down beside the foodseller’s shop as he had nowhere else to go. The foodseller told him he’s very sørry and he would like to help but too many people in the neighbourhood have collected food on credit and his business is sínkīng. The man sat there and said nothing. As time went on, other people came into the shop to buy foodstuff and went out- they noticed the man at the door sitting there sleeping. But nobody bōthered. Until one man came later in the day and asked the foodseller: “who is the man sitting at your door?” “Why is he there?” Then the foodseller said “oh it’s a man who says he has not eaten for 3 days and he wants to collect food on credit but I could not give him because my business is strūggliñg from all the credit I have already given out”. Then the other man said: “How much is the food he wants?” The food seller said “It’s a few cups of garri, rice and beans. Everything may be 2,000 naira”. The other man said “Alright pack everything he wants and more. I would pay for it. Let him go home to his family and eat”. The foodseller packed all the food and went outside to tell the man with joy that someone has paid for his food. He saw the man still sleeping. He tâpped him to wake him up, he didn’t respond. Tâpped him again, nothing. The man had dīed. He dīed sitting and waiting for help. This hâppened just few days ago in Badawa, Kano. Some people who live in that area know this story. The man was de@d all along while people were coming in and out of the shop thinking he was sleeping. He dīed høpeless. He dīed hêlpless. He dīed a man who his country faīled. If you know anyone in this periød who is hūngry around you and you can afford a little food or money to give him/her, please do. Many people are walking the streets with an ēmpty stomach.🙌🙏🤲👀

When Tinubu was silent on the Benue killings, all APC miscreants remained silent. When he released a press statement, they came out from their bondage to speak against it. Your brains and lives have been bought—you just don’t know it. Even when human lives are involved, you still don’t have the freedom to speak up. This is the difference between Obidients and you agbado slaves. Obidients have independent, working brains—even PO himself is held accountable. Mentally enslaved agbado miscreants.

Still bad network ooo

*I no kuku dey follow una drag good person* *Bad people day this world and I’m one of them😌😂*

Network is too bad today

Network is too bad

*I no kuku dey follow una drag good person* *Bad people day this world and I’m one of them😌😂*

The Ulcer Didn’t Kill Him. His Eating Habit Did. He came to me in pain. Ulcer so bad he couldn’t sleep. He was on four drugs. But still drinking juice. Still taking yogurt. Still eating crackers and thinking they were “light.” He had been told to “eat small small” and “never skip meals.” They never told him that sugar feeds H. pylori. They never told him that wheat keeps the ulcer burning. They never told him that rest and rhythm heal faster than medication alone. We reset his stomach. No juice. No bread. No beans. No fizzy drinks. No noise. Just cabbage juice. Carrot. Fenugreek tea. Cucumber water. Rest. Today, he sleeps like a baby. Because when you give the stomach peace, it gives the body life.

I’ve cried when I’m happy And cried when I’m sad I’ve smiled through the good times And smiled through the bad I’ve screamed in excitement I’ve screamed out in pain I’ve gasped at the sunshine And gasped at the rain I’ve laughed when I’m nervous And when I’m elated I’ve sighed with contentment And when I’m deflated I’ve sung when I’m lonely And sung in a crowd I’ve shouted when angry And when I’ve been proud ‘Cause whether we’re up Or we’re riding a low Our feelings are desperate For somewhere to go We can’t keep them trapped And locked up in a cage - They force their way out ‘Cause they need to escape And sometimes we’re told That emotions are weakness That feeling is flawed If we let it defeat us But how can this be? Surely this must be wrong For what could be weak About something so strong That it cannot be silenced Cannot be tamed Can’t be kept down And cannot be contained So, when you next shout Or you laugh or you cry You scream or you smile Or let out a sigh Whatever the reason Just let yourself feel We’re not here to be quiet - We’re here to be real

Imagine having a man who ignores you when you're speaking from the depths of your heart. You're not yelling, you're not accusing... you're just trying to express how you feel. And as you sit there, waiting in silence, hoping for a simple sign of care or concern, you get nothing. Just five long, painful minutes of silence. Then finally, the only words he offers are, "I have nothing to say." Imagine how small that makes a woman feel. Now picture this being your reality night after night. You’re crying in the dark, wiping tears off your face quietly so you don’t disturb him… and he’s fast asleep. Peaceful. Unbothered. Telling you he needs rest because he has work in the morning. As if your emotional pain should be scheduled around his convenience. As if your hurt isn’t valid simply because he’s tired. Imagine loving someone so much that all you want is to feel the same energy you felt when things were new… when he couldn’t go a day without complimenting you, when he actually listened, when he tried. When you weren’t begging for effort. When he made you feel like his world. Now, all you’re asking for is that same version of him… but he no longer sees the need. And now… imagine this becoming your *everyday*. It’s not one bad day. It’s a routine of silence. Of walking on eggshells. Of trying to explain yourself over and over just to be met with nothing. Of being in a relationship that makes you feel lonelier than being single ever did. And that’s what hurts the most… giving your heart to someone who holds it with indifference. Being in love with someone who makes you feel like a burden for simply wanting to be loved right. You deserve more than someone who turns his back on your emotions. You deserve presence, not just physical, but emotional. You deserve consistency, not just in the beginning, but throughout. And you deserve to be heard… really heard… not just tolerated in silence.

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