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IMPOSIKANT, WOMAN FEED YOU FOR ONE..NO COMPLAIN?😆😆🥱I LAUGH IN LATIN 😆

Mahmuda Terrorists Strike Again In Kwara, Slaughter Resident, Others Feared Abducted Terrorists suspected to be members of the Mahmuda sect have attacked Kemanji Village in the Kaiama Local Government Area of Kwara State. The attackers slaughtered one person and reportedly abducted an unknown number of residents.

BUHARI: WHO DID THIS TO US? Where is the conscience in the hearts of our elite who eulogize the late former President Mohammadu Buhari? Sowore and some few patriotic and reasonable Nigerians are the only ones who are taking us down the memory lane of how Buhari soaked his hands with the bløød of innocent Nigerians and destroyed the very fabric of our security, economic and national cohesion. Why the pretence and vain attempts by pretenders and lîàrs to try to make a tyrant a great man in dèàth? Nigerians are not stupiiid. When former President Umaru Musa Ya'rdua díèd, Nigerians mourned and eulogized him for his love and compassion for Nigeria and Nigerians. Buhari's former spokesman, Shehu Garuba has expressed his displeasure over how Nigerians have thrown caution to the wind and hît hard on Buhari even in dèàth. Let Nigerians reminisce Buhari's high-handedness. Please, Garuba let Nigerians vent their angèr in peace! You don't bèàt up a child and take away his right to cry and sob. DEAR NIGERIANS.... Have you all forgotten so soon how innocent Nigerians including NYSC corps members were slaughtered in the North just because Buhari lost presidential elections in 2003, 2007 and 2011? Buhari used religion to conscientize and weaponize the ignorant youths of the North. They were at his beck and call to commit the unthinkable. Have you all also forgotten his ignoble statement that "monkeys and baboons will be soaked in bløød if he lost the 2015 presidential election? Who ordered the killing of innocent ENDSARS protesters in Lagos? Even though President Bola Ahmed Tinubu has his annoying shortcomings, Buhari literally paved the way for Nigerians to see Tinubu as their eñemy owing to the security and economic mess he left behind. Here was a man who valued cows more than the citizens of this country. Here was a man who gave bloodtasty Fulani Herdsmen from neighbouring countries unhindered assess into the country, to slaughter farmers and make kidnappings a daily occurrence in all nooks and crannies of our dear nation through his body language. Did Buhari ever criticize the activities of the kîllèr herdsmen? NO! Buhari's crimes against humanity are innumerable! Yet some say he had integrity! Integrity? A man with integrity will not allow bløødbath under his watch as a leader! We all have our individual shortcomings but some shortcomings are preposterous! It's understandable that humans don't have power over who is going to heaven or hèll, but I know for sure that the voice of men is the voice of God. In the mind of minds of those who eulogize Buhari, they know that Buhari never meant well for this country. Buhari just wanted to prove some points after his military administration was toppled by IBB. Which was why he kept contesting for president in every election circle until he capitalized on former President Jonathan's meekness or call it weakness and grabbed power that he had longed for in 2015. ------------------------------------- THE BLØØD OF THE KÎLLLÈD INNOCENT NIGERIANS WILL HAUNT AND HUNT... Those who kîlllèd them and those who mourn and eulogize Buhari but fail to speak against their killlings and mourn them too. At least, all lives matter! May the souls of innocent Nigerians killled in far away Benue State, Plateau State and other parts of the country by the eñemïes of the nations state called Nigeria rest in the bosom of the Lord, amen. #bendelgistsblog.

When you have to let go of all the pointless drama and people who create it And surround yourself with the people who make you laugh so hard That you forget the bad and focus solely on good. After all Life is too short to be anything but happy :) Good Morning

When you have to let go of all the pointless drama and people who create it And surround yourself with the people who make you laugh so hard That you forget the bad and focus solely on good. After all Life is too short to be anything but happy :) Good Morning !

I CAUGHT MY HUSBAND WITH MY BEST FRIEND, BUT WHAT I DID NEXT SCHOCKED EVERYONE. EPISODE 1 FOLLOW ME Justina's Stories My name is Loveth, and I’m 28 years old. I believed I had the kind of life every woman dreamed of. I was married to a handsome man named Dave, and I had a best friend named Sharon who had been by my side since we were kids. We did everything together—primary school, secondary school, even shared a room during university days. So, when I got married to Dave, it felt only right that Sharon would be like a sister in my new home. Dave was charming and always full of smiles. He would help in the kitchen sometimes, take me on weekend outings, and randomly bring me flowers. Whenever I posted him on Facebook, girls would comment, “God when?” I always smiled and replied, “God did.” Sharon was always around too. She would come over to cook with me, gist with me, and even help me when I was tired. If I had a small fight with Dave, she would say, “Don’t worry, he’s just stressed. You two are perfect together.” I trusted her more than I trusted anyone. She even had her own drawer in our house where she kept clothes, in case she slept over. I loved her like blood. But something didn’t feel right after a while. Dave started changing. At first, it was small. He began locking his phone with a new password. He would receive calls and walk out of the room to answer them. Sometimes, he would say he was going for a work meeting, but return late at night without smelling like work. Once, I called his office and they said he didn’t come in that day. I asked him, and he said they must have made a mistake. I believed him because… well, I loved him. Sharon also changed. She stopped sleeping over and became more secretive. One day, I noticed she was wearing the perfume Dave got for me last Christmas. I asked her about it and she laughed, saying, “Ah ah, Loveth, am I not your sister? You can’t share perfume again?” I forced a smile, but my heart was whispering, “Something is wrong.” The signs kept growing. One evening, I was sick and couldn’t go to the market. Dave said he would go, and I gave him a short list. Thirty minutes later, Sharon called me and said she was just passing by the market. I told her Dave had just gone there. She paused and said, “Oh really? I didn’t see him o…” But I could hear background noise—like she was also there. That day, I began connecting dots, but I had no proof. A week later, something strange happened. I saw Sharon’s WhatsApp status. She had posted a plate of food that looked just like what I cooked at home the night before. Same plate. Same spoon. Same exact style. I asked her jokingly, “You’ve started copying my plating style?” She laughed it off, but my mind said, “Loveth, shine your eyes.” Then came the final straw. One Saturday morning, Dave told me he was traveling to Lagos for a company seminar. He packed a small bag and left after breakfast. That evening, I cooked egusi soup and pounded yam and decided to surprise Sharon. I hadn’t seen her in a while, and I thought maybe we could talk. I didn’t call her. I wanted it to be a sweet surprise. I got to her house around 7:30 PM. It was getting dark. I knocked. No answer. I called her name softly. Still silence. Something told me to check the door. I pushed gently—and it opened. What I saw inside will never leave my memory. Dave—my husband—and Sharon—my best friend—were sitting on the sofa, both half naked. Sharon wore only a short towel, and Dave had no shirt on. They were laughing and watching a movie. I stood there, frozen. My hands were still holding the food flask. They didn’t see me immediately. But when I dropped the flask, it made a loud sound. They both turned. Dave’s eyes widened. Sharon’s face drained of all color. I wanted to scream, but no voice came out. I didn’t cry. I didn’t shout. I didn’t even curse them. I just looked at them and asked in a calm voice: “So this is what you both have been doing behind my back?” Dave stammered, “Loveth… I can explain…” Sharon burst into tears, “It’s not what you think—” I turned away. I walked out slowly. My legs were shaking, but I didn’t fall. I walked into the night, heartbroken, betrayed, and shattered. But as I got home and closed my door, I whispered to myself, “You will not fight like a fool. You will fight smart. You will win, Loveth. You will win.” And that was when my revenge plan began to form.

I CAUGHT MY HUSBAND WITH MY BEST FRIEND, BUT WHAT I DID NEXT SCHOCKED EVERYONE. EPISODE 1 FOLLOW ME Justy's Stories My name is Loveth, and I’m 28 years old. I believed I had the kind of life every woman dreamed of. I was married to a handsome man named Dave, and I had a best friend named Sharon who had been by my side since we were kids. We did everything together—primary school, secondary school, even shared a room during university days. So, when I got married to Dave, it felt only right that Sharon would be like a sister in my new home. Dave was charming and always full of smiles. He would help in the kitchen sometimes, take me on weekend outings, and randomly bring me flowers. Whenever I posted him on Facebook, girls would comment, “God when?” I always smiled and replied, “God did.” Sharon was always around too. She would come over to cook with me, gist with me, and even help me when I was tired. If I had a small fight with Dave, she would say, “Don’t worry, he’s just stressed. You two are perfect together.” I trusted her more than I trusted anyone. She even had her own drawer in our house where she kept clothes, in case she slept over. I loved her like blood. But something didn’t feel right after a while. Dave started changing. At first, it was small. He began locking his phone with a new password. He would receive calls and walk out of the room to answer them. Sometimes, he would say he was going for a work meeting, but return late at night without smelling like work. Once, I called his office and they said he didn’t come in that day. I asked him, and he said they must have made a mistake. I believed him because… well, I loved him. Sharon also changed. She stopped sleeping over and became more secretive. One day, I noticed she was wearing the perfume Dave got for me last Christmas. I asked her about it and she laughed, saying, “Ah ah, Loveth, am I not your sister? You can’t share perfume again?” I forced a smile, but my heart was whispering, “Something is wrong.” The signs kept growing. One evening, I was sick and couldn’t go to the market. Dave said he would go, and I gave him a short list. Thirty minutes later, Sharon called me and said she was just passing by the market. I told her Dave had just gone there. She paused and said, “Oh really? I didn’t see him o…” But I could hear background noise—like she was also there. That day, I began connecting dots, but I had no proof. A week later, something strange happened. I saw Sharon’s WhatsApp status. She had posted a plate of food that looked just like what I cooked at home the night before. Same plate. Same spoon. Same exact style. I asked her jokingly, “You’ve started copying my plating style?” She laughed it off, but my mind said, “Loveth, shine your eyes.” Then came the final straw. One Saturday morning, Dave told me he was traveling to Lagos for a company seminar. He packed a small bag and left after breakfast. That evening, I cooked egusi soup and pounded yam and decided to surprise Sharon. I hadn’t seen her in a while, and I thought maybe we could talk. I didn’t call her. I wanted it to be a sweet surprise. I got to her house around 7:30 PM. It was getting dark. I knocked. No answer. I called her name softly. Still silence. Something told me to check the door. I pushed gently—and it opened. What I saw inside will never leave my memory. Dave—my husband—and Sharon—my best friend—were sitting on the sofa, both half naked. Sharon wore only a short towel, and Dave had no shirt on. They were laughing and watching a movie. I stood there, frozen. My hands were still holding the food flask. They didn’t see me immediately. But when I dropped the flask, it made a loud sound. They both turned. Dave’s eyes widened. Sharon’s face drained of all color. I wanted to scream, but no voice came out. I didn’t cry. I didn’t shout. I didn’t even curse them. I just looked at them and asked in a calm voice: “So this is what you both have been doing behind my back?” Dave stammered, “Loveth… I can explain…” Sharon burst into tears, “It’s not what you think—” I turned away. I walked out slowly. My legs were shaking, but I didn’t fall. I walked into the night, heartbroken, betrayed, and shattered. But as I got home and closed my door, I whispered to myself, “You will not fight like a fool. You will fight smart. You will win, Loveth. You will win.” And that was when my revenge plan began to form.

THE PEOPLE WHOSE PALM KERNELS ARE CRACKED BY THEIR CHI (GOD) SHOULD NOT LAUGH AT THOSE WHO ARE CRACKING THEIRS WITH A STONE

Muhammadu Buhari slaughtered hundreds of Shiites, men, women,HQ Nigerian Armyen. He ordered soldiers to open fire on peaceful #EndSARS protesters waving the Nigerian flag. He "disappeared" Dadiyata. He ordered the massacre of young Southeasterners he branded IPOB. He disobeyed court orders, jailed critics arbitrarily, destroyed the economy, and ruined everything he touched. And now, because he’s dead, some people with selective memory want us to mourn or worship him? Shameful. NO, we do not mourn tyrants. We remember their victims.

IPOB PRESS RELEASE 9th July, 2025 RE: ANYONE COMPARING MAZI NNAMDI KANU TO A COWARDLY CONTENT CREATOR NEEDS PSYCHIATRIC EVALUATION The attention of the Indigenous People of Biafra (IPOB), under the supreme leadership of Onyendu Mazi Nnamdi Kanu, has been drawn to an utterly deranged and disgraceful narrative gaining traction among the intellectually bankrupt, in which cowards and charlatans—masquerading from foreign comfort zones as so-called “freedom fighters”—seek to compare Mazi Nnamdi Kanu to a self-proclaimed content creator and certified coward. Let us state it categorically: anyone foolish or mentally impaired enough to draw such a comparison needs urgent psychiatric intervention. Comparing the indomitable Mazi Nnamdi Kanu—who has endured extraordinary rendition, solitary confinement, torture, and a seven-year political and legal onslaught—to a coward who publicly denied Biafra in open court is the height of lunacy. MAZI NNAMDI KANU STANDS FOR DISCIPLINE, SACRIFICE, AND INTEGRITY Unlike criminals hiding behind the mask of activism, Onyendu Mazi Nnamdi Kanu has always emphasized discipline, non-violence, and moral clarity in the Biafra restoration project. His record speaks for itself: He wrote and spoke against criminality in the name of agitation. He personally instructed his lawyer, Barrister Maxwell Opara, to travel to Finland to convey his displeasure over the atrocities being committed in his name. The coward in question refused to meet him. He issued a handwritten directive from DSS detention ending the Monday sit-at-home policy—but was brazenly disobeyed by those intent on profiting from the blood of Biafrans. In yet another remarkable act of responsibility, Mazi Nnamdi Kanu invited Benjamin Madubugwu, his former co-acussed and cellmate in Kuje (2015–2017), to visit him at the DSS dungeon. The purpose of that visit was simple: to deliver a personal message to Biafrans, declaring that no Igbo person had a hand in his abduction and rendition, and that all forms of criminality in the name of Biafra are evil and unacceptable. That message—like every other instruction from our leader—was deliberately ignored by these impostors and opportunists. THE THINGS MAZI NNAMDI KANU FORBIDS — ALL VIOLATED BY A COWARD IN HELSINKI Let the records reflect that Mazi Nnamdi Kanu publicly forbade the following acts, all of which were later carried out by the cowardly fraudster now desperately seeking attention: No Biafran should form a government in exile. No Biafran should form an army or armed group. No Biafran currency should be printed or sold. No Biafra identity card should be created. No Biafran passport should be printed or circulated. Yet this Helsinki-based attention-seeker, lacking discipline or ideological clarity, violated every single one of these directives while claiming to “fight” for Biafra. Biafra is not a fantasy. It is not a YouTube show. It is not a plaything for criminals and cowards who find joy in extorting their own people. How can any sane person declare a “government” in a barbing salon in Helsinki without the consent of the people? Is this how revolutions are led? Is this what Biafran republicanism has been reduced to? BLOOD ON HIS HANDS — AND HE BOASTS OF IT The man being falsely compared to Mazi Nnamdi Kanu once boasted openly that he killed Ikechukwu Ugwuoha, the IPOB Biafraland Coordinator. Who does that? What manner of beast celebrates the killing of fellow Biafrans? That some gullible followers still fawn over such a coward is the greatest disappointment to our leader and all those who gave their lives for Biafra. IPOB REMAINS WHITER THAN WHITE — CLEANER THAN CLEAN Let it be known to all that IPOB has nothing to do with the so-called “Biafra Government in Exile.” We are not part of that criminal syndicate. We do not endorse or recognize it. We do not kill, extort, or run rackets in the name of Biafra. The inability of the Nigerian state to sustain any legitimate charge against our leader, despite multiple amendments and desperate media propaganda, is proof of the purity of our struggle and the discipline of our leadership. The Kenyan High Court has already declared his abduction unconstitutional. And despite all the torture and manipulation, Mazi Nnamdi Kanu remains unbroken—because he is fighting a just cause. Let the world understand that when the dust settles, Mazi Nnamdi Kanu shall speak again, and the enemies within and without shall be exposed. Biafra is not a hustle. Biafra is not for cowards. Biafra is not content for clicks. COMRADE EMMA POWERFUL SPOKESPERSON/MEDIA AND PUBLICITY SECRETARY FOR IPOB. #FreeMaziNnamdiKanuNow #BiafraReferendumNow #SelfDeterminationIsNotCrime

Buhari is dead. The North is celebrating. The Yoruba Ronu Rascals are going around looking for what Igbo people are saying about Buhari's death to pitch the North against the East. So they can watch by the side, laugh, and rip from the spoil. These people think this is 1966, where they lie and manipulate the system. It is faces.