Fun Facts About April Borns! (Yes, I’m proudly one too!)

April babies are truly something special — and I’m living proof!
We’re naturally bold, full of energy, and we have this fearless spirit that just makes us stand out (if you know, you know).

Most April-borns are either fiery Aries or steady Taurus — meaning we’re either leading the charge or keeping everyone grounded with vibes.

We’re big dreamers, natural go-getters, and when we set our minds to something, best believe we’ll chase it till we get it!

Our birthstone is diamond — strong, rare, and always shining bright... just like us.

If you’re born in April too, consider this a reminder: you’re a whole blessing to this world.

And if you’re not? Well, now you know why April-borns hit differently.

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PEOPLE AND POLITICS
With
*Ochereome Nnanna,* Wednesday, 23rd April 2025

*FULANI EXPANSION WAR, A FEDERAL GOVT PET*

Before his sudden, mysterious death, former Head of State, General Sani Abacha left us with an enduring, prophetic soundbite. He said: “If an insurgency lasts for more than 24 hours, then, know that government has a hand in it”. Way back on 8th May 2014, The Cable newspaper published a retweet of the late General’s daughter, Ms Gumsu Abacha, quoting exactly the same one-liner in response to Boko Haram “exploits”.

What would you say of the Fulani expansionism “insurgency” which has lasted 25 years? By “federal”, I do not necessarily mean the President Bola Tinubu administration, though it is also complicit as will be shown shortly. “Federal” here means the machinery of the Nigerian State, the ruling Establishment or dispensation, the power that be which produces and dictates to successive Federal Governments.

Since 1999, this power dispensing machine has produced five presidents – Olusegun Obasanjo, Umar Yar’ Adua, Goodluck Jonathan, Muhammadu Buhari and Tinubu, always making sure it does not fall into “wrong” hands. Only such mechanism could enact the magic of making Obasanjo president from jail, ensuring that no Northern candidate would stand against him. To the best of my knowledge, the Fulani wars of conquest started around 2001 in the Plateau area. Armed Fulani “herdsmen” were routinely massacring the indigenes to take over their fertile farmlands. The military, police, security and what have you, have failed to stop them despite several eye-service deployments.

But when the Tarokh people armed themselves and retaliated in May 2004, President Obasanjo declared a state of emergency and removed PDP Governor, Joshua Dariye, who was seen as encouraging his indigenous people to defend themselves. What did Dariye do later? He joined Muhammadu Buhari’s APC and helped the party capture the state in 2015. Buhari pardoned and released him from his 14-year jail conviction for stealing N2bn. Dariye could not beat them. He joined them, and was rewarded by Buhari himself, just as Adams Oshiomhole had promised all looters who join APC.

Lionhearted governors who were crushed became a lesson to others. Fight the State and pay for it; collude with the State against your people and be rewarded. When you see Governor Monday Okpebholo of Edo State running kitikiti-katakata to lick the toes of fellow governors from the North over the Uromi lynching, you know the fear the State exerts over occupants of powerful or lucrative positions.

When Buhari came to power in 2015, he saw himself as the Nigerian variant of Omar Al Bashir of Sudan, who armed Arab pastoralist militia, the Janjaweed, to conquer and annex the lands of black Sudanese, thus sparking the Darfur crises. Buhari was determined to make Nigeria the new home of his Fulani kinsmen from everywhere. He tried to enforce his Ruga, grazing routes, water resources and Livestock Plan policies throughout the country, but these were stiffly resisted. Buhari then threw open the borders for armed Fulani and their families, especially the nomads from everywhere, to relocate to Nigeria.

During the Covid-19 lockdowns, he and his powerful kinsmen used food and cement trailers and trucks to distribute armed Fulani youths in forests all over the Middle Belt and Southern states. It was clearly a well-organised operation aimed at forcefully grafting alien, violent Fulani elements among unwilling indigenous communities. They were camped in the forests where they killed people in their farms and harvested organs for sale. They kidnapped for ransom and used livestock to destroy farms. They flushed people out of their ancestral lands and occupied communities.

The Federal Government and its organs of security and coercion protected them from those seeking to defend themselves. They were promptly released when arrested by vigilante groups and handed over to the supposed law enforcement agencies. Government and (unfortunately, sections of the media) deceived the public, calling attacks on innocent Nigerian farming communities “farmers-herders clashes”. Government kept promising displaced people they would be restored to their ancestral lands but have now become permanent occupants of Internally-Displaced Persons (IDP) camps. The invaders are settling down and renaming conquered communities.

Federal Government refused to even acknowledge Fulani invaders as terrorists. Instead, they turned around to falsely slap that moniker on the Eastern Security Network (ESN) formed by the concerned diaspora Igbo through Mazi Nnamdi Kanu’s Indigenous People of Biafra (IPOB), to defend Igboland.

When Tinubu mysteriously won the 2023 presidential election, I consoled myself that Buhari the Fulaniser was out and Tinubu, being a Southerner, would check the Fulanisation agenda. It has also been wreaking even more havoc in the South West, Tinubu’s home zone. But we were in for a shock. After initially arresting and detaining Bello Bodejo, the leader of the loquacious and violent Miyetti Allah Kyautal Hore, Tinubu quickly released him when the Fulani elite threatened him. He even went ahead to create Federal Ministry of Livestock to appease them, thus fully resuscitating Buhari’s Fulanisation agenda.

Tinubu holds on to Mazi Nnamdi Kanu even after releasing Fulani’s Bodejo and Sunday Igboho of Yoruba Nation. Under Tinubu, the cuddling of Fulani herdsmen terrorism continues unabated, and so do the endless barrages of meaningless condolence messages and empty promises. The entire landscape is filled with cowardly governors and political leaders who sell out their people for political power and lucrative posts. At this rate, the indigenous people of Nigeria are doomed.

Retired Lt-General Theophilus Danjuma warned before (and has just repeated the warning) that the Government is an enhancer of Fulani expansionism. “They collude”, he says. “They will not protect you! Arm and protect yourselves”. Danjuma, a hero of the Nigerian side of the civil war, has written off the armed forces he once served and led. Who are we to believe otherwise? Mazi Nnamdi Kanu, IPOB and ESN have once again been vindicated, even by Danjuma!

Self-defence is the first law of nature. The ball is in our court.

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A fool is a person lying believing that people believe him or her.

SATIRICAL APOLOGY LETTER

From the Desk of Senator Natasha Akpoti Uduaghan

Dear Distinguished Senate President Godswill Akpabio,

It is with the deepest sarcasm and utmost theatrical regret that I tender this apology for the grievous crime of possessing dignity and self-respect in your most exalted presence. I have reflected extensively on my unforgivable failure to recognize that legislative success in certain quarters is apparently not earned through merit, but through the ancient art of compliance — of the very personal kind.

How remiss of me not to understand that my refusal to indulge your… “requests” was not merely a personal choice, but a constitutional violation of the unwritten laws of certain men’s entitlement. Truly, I must apologize for prioritizing competence over capitulation, vision over vanity, and the people’s mandate over private dinners behind closed doors.

I now realize the catastrophic consequences of my actions: legislation delayed, tempers flared, and the tragic bruising of egos so large they require their own postcodes. For this disruption to the natural order of “quid pro quo,” I bow my head in fictional shame.

Please find it in your magnanimous heart — somewhere buried deep beneath layers of entitlement — to forgive this stubborn woman who mistakenly believed that her seat in the Senate was earned through elections, not erections.

I remain,
Yours in eternal resistance,
Senator Natasha H Akpoti Uduaghan
Unafraid, Unbought, and Unbroken

HOW MY CHILDREN DESTROYED MY MARRIAGE

I am a medical doctor while my husband is a software developer. We both had good jobs until when the crises in NW and SW started and my husband lost his job and getting another well paid job became difficult, we both decided that I should travel to Canada for a job I got around that time and when I am stabilised, he would join me with the children. We are blessed with 2girls. We continued with our lives.

December 2018, I decided to come to Cameroon for the festivities and to celebrate or 20th wedding anniversary. When I arrived, I noticed a tensed atmosphere between my daughters and their father. I thought it was the teenager – parent’s issue, so I ignored it. But when I noticed that my daughters would sometimes be rude to their father, I demanded to know what was going on. This became a matter of concern because, my daughters used to adore their father. I tried several times to get my daughters to speak with me but all they had to say was for me to talk to my husband. I had to ask my husband what was going on. He told me it was nothing he could not handle and that our daughters were keeping bad company in school and because of this, he decided to disallow them from going out and attending parties. He drops them in school and created time to pick them from school.

I was happy as such strong hand is needed for teenage girls. I then ignored their attitude. Few days to when I was to travel back to Canada. I called my daughters to speak with them. After a long talk, they told me that daddy did not want them to go out because he was having sex with both of them. When my husband came back from the office, I confronted him and they repeated what they told me in his presence. My husband denied vehemently but the girls insisted that it was happening.

I was confused and I sought the counsel of our pastor and his parents. They called our daughters and they said the same thing. I didn’t know who to believe. My husband kept begging me to believe him but I just was not ready to listen because I could not see reason why our children would lie about such. I made arrangement and took my children back to Canada with me despite the loans I had to take, for the extra costs.

While I filed for divorce. I raised my children alone for about 3years. Then I heard the news that my now ex husband was getting married to someone else. I mentioned it to the girls and expressed how sad I was that a man that would do that to his daughters went scotfree because there is no evidence to push a case. I bursted out crying while apologizing to my girls about what he put them through. It was there that they confessed that their father did not touch them. That they lied because their father did not give them the freedom to do what they wanted and they wanted to leave Cameroon.

My world shattered. where do I start from? How do I beg my husband? What do I say? Probably, I should have trusted my husband, but I was just trying to be a good mother. I lost a good man. How do I get him to forgive his children and I ? Can I still save my home ?

Please help me.

When Esther turned 30, the whispers started.
"You're too picky."
"You should settle. Good men are rare."

She smiled politely at every comment. But inside, the clock ticked louder than church bells on a Sunday morning.

Then came Samuel.
Everything about him seemed perfect.
Steady job. Strong faith. Gentle voice.
He said all the right things and prayed all the right prayers.

And so, when he proposed after six months, her family danced like David.
It felt like a testimony in the making.

But one night, three weeks to the wedding, Esther couldn't sleep.
A quiet unease pressed against her spirit.
Not fear. Not cold feet.
Something deeper.

She prayed. Fasted.
Cried. Asked God for a sign.
"Father, if this isn't from You... stop it, even if it breaks my heart."

The next day, Samuel's secrets surfaced.

A hidden child.
A court case.
A mountain of debt he never mentioned.

Esther sat on the church steps that evening, wedding dress already paid for, guests already invited.

Tears soaked her hands.
But peace covered her like a soft blanket.

She cancelled the wedding.
Faced shame.
Endured the mocking whispers.
Healed... slowly.

Two years later, at a Christian conference, she met another man.
Not flashy. Not perfect.
But honest. Transparent.
And kind in ways Samuel never was.

This time, she wasn't desperate.
She wasn't rushing.

She was ready.

They married under the open sky with nothing but 70 guests and the sweet sound of answered prayers.

Today, Esther often smiles when people say,
"You're lucky you waited."

But she knows —
She didn’t just wait.
She trusted.
She obeyed.
She believed that broken plans are sometimes the biggest blessings.

"She almost married the wrong man — because she didn’t want to wait anymore.
But when she chose obedience over pressure, God rewrote her story more beautifully than she ever imagined.
Sometimes, the heartbreak is the blessing.
Sometimes, 'no' is the real miracle."

"Obedience to God may cost you temporary happiness, but it will save you from permanent heartbreak."

Thank you for reading "The Girl Who Stopped Waiting." Written by Judith Ogechi Chukwuma

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MY DIL WR3CKED MY CAR & REFUSED TO PAY - SO I CAME UP WITH THIS INCREDIBLE PLAN!

My daughter-in-law, Layla, and I have always had a bit of a rocky relationship. I've truly tried to get along with her over the years, but honestly, it's been a challenge. My son usually sides with her, which doesn't bother me too much – I understand, he learned that loyalty from his father, who always had my back no matter what.

Anyway, recently Layla wanted to visit a friend in another city, and wanting to be kind, I offered to lend her my car for the week. Well, you should have seen the state it was in when she returned it! Scratches all over, a noticeable dent on the side, and absolutely filthy inside! It even smelled like something had died in there!

I completely lost my cool and told her point-blank that she needed to take responsibility and pay for the repairs and a professional cleaning. But can you believe the audacity? She actually tried to claim that the car was already in that condition when I lent it to her! And of course, my son immediately jumped to her defense.

I realized that getting into a heated argument would likely just push my son further away, so I decided to handle this situation differently. Instead of yelling, I spent the entire night researching online, determined to find a way to teach Layla a lesson she wouldn't soon forget. And then, I stumbled upon an absolutely incredible idea. One quick phone call to the local pet shop, and my plan was officially set in motion... Stay tuned to see what happens next!

MEN SLEEP WITH WOMEN FOR THE EXPERIENCE. WOMEN SLEEP WITH MEN FOR A CONNECTION. That’s Why One Leaves Smiling, The Other Leaves Crying...✍🏽

This generation is so sexually active, yet so emotionally broken.

Let’s stop pretending — sex has never meant the same thing to men and women.

1. Men chase sex for variety. Women give sex for meaning.

Men don’t need a reason. They just need an opportunity.

They’ll sleep with you because you're tall, short, thick, slim, or just available.
No emotions, no intentions, no plans.

But women? They give their bodies with a reason in mind: love, trust, bonding, or belief that “this might lead somewhere.”

That’s why after sex, the man rolls over and forgets your name.
But you lie there, wondering what the two of you are now.

2. For men, the goal is sex. For women, sex is a door to more.

A man can spend money, take you out, buy you gifts — not because he loves you, but because he sees it as “payment for access.”

After he sleeps with you, he walks away feeling like the transaction is complete.

You, on the other hand, start to wonder why he changed.

It’s not wickedness. That’s just how most men operate — sex first, emotion nowhere.

3. Women still believe in love. But most men today are running games.

A man will say anything just to get you:
“You’re special.”
“I’ve never met someone like you.”
“You’re my peace.”
“You’re wife material.”

And once you fall and give him sex, the game ends.
He runs. Not because you're bad — but because his lies are about to expire.

A man who tells the truth and stays? He’s rare.
But if he disappears after sleeping with you, it’s because he came with a plan to escape.

4. Women feel sex. Men just release it.

When a woman sleeps with a man, her brain releases oxytocin, the bonding hormone.
Her heart attaches.
Her soul connects.
Her mind starts planning a future.

Meanwhile, the man is just waiting to put on his boxers and leave.

No emotions. No connection. Just “mission accomplished.”

5. Women are wired to nurture. So they give too much.

Give a woman love, she multiplies it.
Give her a house, she makes it a home.
Give her a man — even a broken one — and she’ll pour her life into fixing him.

But give her heartbreak? She’ll carry that pain for years.

That’s why a woman will cry over a man that didn’t even care.
Because she wasn’t just having sex — she was giving her all.

6. For a woman, sex is submission.

She doesn’t just say yes on the bed.
She’s already said yes in her heart, in her thoughts, in her spirit.
She shaved. She dressed nice. She came prepared.

And when it happens, she gives you not just her body — but her trust.

You didn’t seduce her.
She convinced herself.
And that’s why she’s shattered when you ghost her.

7. Women use sex to bond. Men use sex to sample.

After sex, a woman assumes something deep just happened.

She assumes you felt it too.

But you? You’re already texting someone else.

She thinks you shared energy. You just wanted variety.

That’s why she’s hurt. Not because the sex was bad, but because she thought it meant more.

8. Women attach life to sex. Men don’t.

She moans like she’s surrendering her soul because in that moment, she is.

You’re killing her softly — and she’s saying, “Don’t stop,” because she’s fully invested.
She’s not acting.
She’s bonding.

But you? You’re just performing. For you, it’s a workout. For her, it’s worship.

9. Women respect the man who gives them orgasms.

You might think sperm is just liquid, but for many women, the man who makes them climax owns a piece of their memory.

That’s why many marriages collapse — the woman was never emotionally tied to her husband.
But the man who made her cum? She still dreams about him.

And sadly, most men don’t even know how to make their own wives feel anything.

10. Women think of the consequences. Men only think of the moment.

Before you even finish round one, she’s already calculating pregnancy, shame, her reputation, and what her future holds.

You? You’re just looking for water to drink and maybe some jollof rice.

She thought it was baby-making love.
You thought it was chicken-eating fun.

That’s the tragedy.

AND THE SAD TRUTH:

This generation now trades sex for data, iPhones, shawarma, birthday gifts, and hair.

Girls sleep with men they don’t even like — just to upgrade their lifestyle.
And in the process, they’ve turned their emotions into ashes.

Now love is dead. Trust is rare.
And true relationships are harder to find than a loyal politician.

ADVICE TO THIS GENERATION:

Don’t treat sex like chewing gum.

Don’t give your body just because he spent small money.

Don’t give your love just because she called you “handsome.”

Sex is not a game. It’s power. It’s trust. It’s energy.

Save it. Value it. Respect it.

May the enjoyment of today not become the regret of tomorrow.

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MOTHER ABANDONED HER BABY BY THE RIVERBANK

EPISODE 7

Life in Lagos should have felt like a new beginning for Oma. The bustling city lights, the well-furnished apartment Michael provided, and the comfort of knowing she was loved should have filled the void in her heart.

But nothing seemed to touch the emptiness that had settled in her soul. Michael was a good man—attentive, supportive, and kind. He made sure she lacked nothing.

They went on outings, visited parks, ate at expensive restaurants. From the outside, theirs was a beautiful love story.

But for Oma, it was like living inside a glass house. Everything looked perfect, yet one emotional crack threatened to shatter it all. The memory of her baby girl haunted her, silently threading itself through every moment of her new life.

When Michael noticed it, he brought it up one evening after dinner. "Oma, why don’t you go back to school? You’ve always wanted to study. Maybe that will help you loosen up.

She stared at him with wide eyes, unsure how to respond. She obtained a form and began university. Each morning, she left home dressed in modest clothes, blending into a sea of youthful students. She took the bus, attended lectures, read until late into the night. She studied sociology.

At school, her brilliance began to shine. Her lecturers praised her essays. She found new confidence in discussions, and some of her course mates even looked up to her like a big sister. Michael was so proud of her. Years passed.

She was in her fourth and final year when she discovered she was pregnant again. Michael was overjoyed. Nine months later, she gave birth to a healthy baby boy. They named him Chibuikem, meaning, God is my strength.

Michael beamed with pride, and even Oma, for a fleeting moment, felt joy ripple through her. Oma sang to him, held him, rocked him to sleep. But the shadow remained.

Every time she held Chibuikem, she imagined Chiwendu’s face, the baby girl she left crying by the riverbank. Every time Chibuikem smiled, it reminded her of the smile she never saw her daughter give. She still refused to tell Michael the truth, even though she knew he deserved to know

At night, she would sneak out of bed and cry silently on the bathroom floor. She often looked at herself in the mirror, wondering if motherhood would ever feel complete.

Her arms were full, but her heart was not. She longed to return to Umu Oma, to stand by the river again, to speak to the wind and beg for forgiveness.

One day, Michael touched her face gently as they lay in bed. "You’re always far away, Oma. Even when you smile. Where do you go?" She forced a laugh. "Nowhere. Just tired." He believed her. But deep down, he knew something was missing. Something she wasn’t telling him.

Back to the ev!l forest, eight years had passed since Ujunwa found Chiwendu whom she named Ifunanya. Ifunanya had grown into a radiant girl—sharp-eyed, full of questions, and wise beyond her years.

Her laughter filled the forest hut. Ujunwa had taught her everything she knew. Divination. Herbal healing. How to whisper to the forest and listen to the wind. Ifunanya absorbed it all like the earth drinks rain.

To Ujunwa, she was no longer a child found in grief—she was a daughter born of destiny. Ujunwa had resigned to fate and settled for the forest, but one morning, everything changed.

She had risen early, as always, to gather herbs from the southern slope of the forest. As she bent over a bed of bitterleaf, she suddenly froze. A warm breeze swept past her, and then, a voice deep, echoed in her ears.

“Go back to Umu Oma… it is time.” She gasped, falling backward onto the ground. The leaves trembled around her. Her hands gripped her staff tightly as she looked around, but no one was there.

That night, she knelt by the fire, watching Ifunanya sleep. Could it be the gods calling her home? The same gods whose name had been used to banish her? Or had destiny circled back?

By morning, her mind was made up. “Ifunanya,” she said gently as she woke the girl. “Get dressed, my love. We’re going on a journey.” “To where?” Ifunanya asked, blinking. “Home,” Ujunwa whispered.

They packed a small bag with herbs, and clothes and then set out. Ujunwa didn’t know the way, but somehow, they kept moving. The journey through the forest took them two days.

At dawn on the third day, the villagers saw two figures, emerging from the shadows of the evil forest. Gasps rang out. Women held their wrappers. Children peeked from behind doorways. Few of the villagers recognized Ujunwa

Whispers swirled through Umu Oma like a rising storm. The return of Ujunwa from the dreaded forest was shocking enough. But the unfamiliar girl beside her, ignited even deeper curiosity.

People gathered in clusters, exchanging wild guesses, their eyes fixed on the woman once branded a curse.

But Ujunwa didn’t stop to answer questions. She walked with quiet authority straight to the palace, her staff tapping against the earth with every determined step.

Ifunanya walked quietly beside her. When they reached the palace gate, the head of the guards who recognized her, was shocked. No one had seen Ujunwa in eight years, and none had expected her return.

“I need to speak to the king,” she said calmly. Moments later, word reached the king and she was let in.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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