SAD

VDM uncovers documents of over 1000 under aged girls that were trafficked to Ivory Coast . This is scary , some of these young girls are kidnapped and trafficked , some are lied to and they accept to go . They stay and work for their masters in Ivory Coast .

The craziest thing is their documents are being signed by Government officials. Like who does that ? You authorize a young girl traveling out without her mother or father ?

Look at how VDM is fighting to bring them back . Yesterday was his birthday but he couldn’t even celebrate cus of this .

Moral lesson : We still have people who hate VDM ?

Ful'ani Terror and the Sultan's Silence: Hausa people never expect something good from you

Yesterday, the Sultan of Sokoto called those who speak out against the unending violence of Fulani bandits “social media terrorists.” Let that sink in.

We, the Hausa people, are being slaug'htered. And instead of condemning the killers, the Sultan attacks those demanding justice. This is not new — your silence has always been loud. And your hatred for the Hausa people is not recent either. History remembers.

In 1804, Ful'ani under danfodiyo attacked and k'illed the Muslim ruler of Kano Muhammadu Alwali. In 1805, they attacked the Emir of Zaria during prayer. All the Hausa emirs then were Muslims — still, they were slain or attacked. That legacy of betrayal continues today.

You did not condemn the Ful'ani who:

Burned a bus filled with 42 Hausa travelers in Sabon Birni.

Kidnapped 279 Hausa schoolgirls in Jangebe, Zamfara (2021).

Abducted over 300 Hausa Muslim students in Kankara (Dec 2020).

Kidnapped nearly 100 schoolchildren in Kuriga, Kaduna (March 2024).

Abducted 80 girls from Yauri and sold them as slaves.

Shot at worshippers during Jumu’ah in Sabon Birni.

Opened fire on Muslims praying Taraweeh in Zamfara.

Burned a mosque and hospital in Zamfara — just this week.

Slaughtered the Emir of Gobir and left his body to rot in the wild.

You never spoke. You never condemned. Not once.

Even when the Sultan of Gobir was killed after leaving a meeting you convened, you said nothing. No condolences. No outrage. Just silence.

Now, you have the audacity to label grieving voices — our voices — as “terrorists”? The only thing you protect is your legacy of hypocrisy and your tribe’s impunity.

Wallahi kowa ya sani
No ethnic group in the world has benefited more from Hausa generosity than the Fulani.
And no ethnic group has brought more suf'fering, bloo'd, and suffering to the Hausa than the Fulani.

We, the Hausa people, will not forget.
And we will not be silenced.
This is just the beginning.
In Ka ga dama ka mutu.

© Hausaland Magazine

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My father married a mad woman.

He was caught sleeping with her and the elders punished him.

Weeks later, the mad woman was pregnant and villagers said my father was responsible.

After much friction, my father was married to the mad woman.

After nine months, she was taken to a midwife on the outskirt of town, where I was born.

I never liked my mother.

I always distanced myself from her.

Whenever father left for market, he'll tell me to look after her. But I didn't, I'll rather sit outside and play alone.

I was often mocked and jeered at school for being the son of a mad woman. And often, she'll be seen at the market square walking and talking to herself, or beside the gutter washing her feet. Sometimes, she would be at a waste bin picking out rubbish.


I used to cry in my room and ask God why he gave me a mad woman for a mother, but others had sane and well to do mothers.

I grew to hate her more and more because she stank, always dirtied her clothes and ate food with both hands, instead of Cutleries.

When I turned nineteen, I left the village to be with my aunt in the City. Over there, my Aunt got me a job through one of her friends.

I worked as a waiter and within Months I was able to save much before December.

I wanted to live and feel big when I returned to the village, so they'll not see me as the local boy or the poor son of a trader whose mother was a mad woman.

When I finally came to the village, it was the Christmas period. I used a bushy track behind the market square.

It was evening, my heart was heating up with excitement, as I wanted to show everyone I had made it big.

I met my mother from afar sitting on a patch of grass in tattered clothes!

I didn't want to meet her, nor want her to meet me.

I didn't want to hug her damp and smelly body.

I didn't want to see her lank short and drab brown hair.

I turned, immediately and all of the sudden people brushed past me, pushing me on the floor. I was brushing off the sand and dirt where a feminine voice shouted.

" Come and catch him o, onye oshi! Onye oshi!"

Before I knew what was amiss, a firm hand grabbed my trousers by the waist. People suddenly appeared with sticks and matches, others carried whips.

I was descended upon.

Nobody wanted to hear me out. Nobody wanted to know if I was innocent.

The whip landed on my back, the cane added, the matchet slammed on my buttocks. I was screaming, crying pleading but all paid deaf ears.

" Finish him, thief, shameless theif, fine boy like you!" A woman said landing slaps on my face.

Within a blink I felt liquid spilled over my body.... It was petrol! I screamed the more.

" In your next life you'll never steal people's things... Thief!" The man that spilled me petrol said.

I suddenly felt helpless. I regretted my journey to the village. I hadn't even seen my father and now the man was calling out for match stick or lighter.

I was drenched in tears and blood from bleeding. I didn't know myself– all I knew was to beg for my life.

A boy was approaching with lighter when a coconut branch landed on him and soon on everyone.

There was a stampede.

" Mad people! Bloodthirsty demons! Leave my son o." A woman said in Igbo.

It was my mother, she ran to shield me immediately. She was crying as she saw my wounds that bled and the tears that soaked my face.

" Ndo, ndo." Was all she could say and lifted me up gently.

The villagers never knew I was the mad woman's son who travelled a long time ago. They all thought I was the thief that stole from a market woman's shop.

Where it not for my mother, I'd be dead. I never loved her but she saved my life. A mother's love never dies

100 VIEWS AND EPISODE 2 DROP TOMORROW

I will never forgive 2go, why should I? How? Not after what 2go did to me.

I was 19 years old then, using 2go like others. I had connected with one Presh452. Peeping through my Nokia 2626, I could see a beautiful DP. Yes, I like fine fine ihe rị mma. Who no like better thing? Ị na-alụ nwaanyị jọrọ njọ a ga-ebere gị ya ego?

The connection began from chatting to exchange of phone number. Then, night calls. Then, midnight by 12:00 AM to 5:00AM you'd call and speak with anyone free of charge. When that country was still called Nigeria before it turned to Bongo.

Awwww. Midnight, innocent calls — innocent conversation — innocent "I love you...I love you too" raining like a heavy downpour in Mbanefo Hostel. Boys were calling their sweethearts, feeling loved and to be loved. Then I would be in the reading room, Presh452 would call. She's no longer Presh452 but Precious.

When the call enters, I'd leave my books to speak with Pre Pre. Awww. Love Nwantịntị. Precious is a beautiful girl. Queen of Persia. Bianca is learning beauty from her. Precious is as beautiful as the Arab Queens. In fact, through 2go, she sent me beautiful pictures.

"This is you?"

She'd say yes.

Awwww. Her beauty has turned into a butterfly, flying inside my stomach, getting out through my oesophagus, connecting to my alimentary canal. Oh, canal man cannot understand the things of the spirit.

"I can't wait to see you in Aba," my sweet Precious would say.

"I can't wait to see you too," a lost Ọnụkwube would reply.

Midnight calls back to back. Precious had told me number of children she wanted. She was going for 6, I needed just 2. In fact, if possible, 1. But 2 is okay. She didn't want 2 children, after all her father was so rich and had properties in Aba with a fleet of car. In fact, her elder brother was in Europe where he was a billionaire in Euros. So, money no be problem. "Let's have 6 children, my family are rich."

Everything was on her head. I wasn't thinking of any children. She was already planning 6 kids. With who? But you know, when the butterfy flaps its wings in your stomach, you seem to forget some yarning of dust, and dwell on the flow. The flow was flowing.

However, I had gone to the University of Port Harcourt to meet with Professor Nọlue Emenanjọ. Even though I was quite young, I had started meeting professors earlier — traveling to different universities just to meet those men I had read from books. I connected with them on personal level.

The idea was, after going to Uniport, I would branch in Aba to meet my first lady. The most beautiful woman on earth, 2go gave me. We had planned going to cinema together, eat at expensive restaurant, discuss about the future and our love life. So sweet!

She would send me more pictures.

"Are these your pictures?"

"Yes."

Chai. The girl had a pot of beauty broken on her head, and beauty drenched her body, wet it like a fowl beaten by rain. Why can't Precious compete as Miss Universe?

I had left Port Harcourt on Thursday morning. I first left Chọba for Rumuola by Aba Road. Then, Obigbo was still manageable. I plied the road by jumping on ndị Aka n'elu motor. Through Port Harcourt Road, we got to Aba.

She asked me to wait for her at Tonimas. Even though I had to meet her, I was a confirm guy man to stay at the opposite direction and observe my environment unto security-wise.

I stayed behind a parked bus to place a call, someone picked, and was approaching me.

"I am here."

"No. You are not here. I am not seeing you."

"Look at me, I am here."

Mbanụnụ.

Something was standing before me quite alright, but the thing was not a human being. Not my Precious whom I had spent my sleepless nights calling on nightcall. It cannot be my princess, my asampetecious asampete whose beauty was mesmerizing Ọbama then.

I don't want to abuse what God has created. But it seems that after God was done creating some people, they recreated themselves against God's image. Because, how can someone's eyes be bigger than ikwiikwii? Her eyes socketed inside like that of a mọnkey. Imi pịahụ ya ka imi enwe. The sponge okpu n'isi was like that of a mad woman in Eke Imeọha. Her teeth stood erect like amụ ịnyịnya.

Ọnụkwube ntọọọ. Ị chụgburu onwe gị na nwaanyị. Why do bad things keep happening to good people? My mates were using 2go and connecting with ụmụnwa, why did my own 2go connect with kpalakwukwu? Other people's snares hunted living things, mine caught non-living things.

I took a deep breath. Then asked like a conquered wrestler, "are you Precious?"

She said yes, without remorse. She wasn't even remorseful that she sold me adaka in place of enwe. I was praying, kabbashing so that people who knew me wouldn't see me with this kind of usungu. The kind akpoola she wore was sounding on the ground "ma i kelere m, ma i keleghị m, I don't care."

I had made a promise, I must fullfil it. I had promised we would go on date at Crunches located then at Ikot Ekpene Road. But, how would I be looking at this person's face? Impossible. I am not hungry. Even if I am, I'll not eat. You cannot ponzi me and expect me to be happy. Elu na ala ekwela ngwere gbaa ajị.

As we were walking, she was doing the talking, and replying herself. Me Wey be vibe turned deaf. Ogbi. She was ranting how rich her father was. How rich her brother was. Shouting as if I was Buubu who had ear problems and Ee Pee See spend billions to treat it.

Keke was coming with speed, this girl was walking like her father owned the road. The Keke almost hit her, I quickly held her backward before ikuku kẹkẹ eburu ya. I practically saved her from being crushed by the Keke.

Guess what she did?

She went to fight the Keke man. Hitting her open palm on her mouth. "Wuuuuuuuuuuu. If you try me, you will sleep in cell. I.d.i.ot, do you know who my father is?"

I was a gentleman to the core. I was pleading with the Keke man to forgive. I saw what happened. She was at fault. Everyone in the Keke was telling her she was at fault. Aunty was busy insulting them.

The Keke man wasn't responding to her but just looking at me with a pity.

"Fine boy like you, kee ihe i ji udele a eme? See the kind thing you dey Waka for road with."

Na wetin man do man.

You cannot win Aba men with bad mouth. The man was pitying me. I was trying to manage the fact that I was lied to, the same person was embarrassing herself. What was remaining was to remove her clothes and fight. So, na onye ara I came to Aba to see? 2go— tọnda faya you!

No problem. What I would do was on my mind. We got to the restaurant. I asked her to order. She placed her order. I refused to order anything. I lost appetite. What if I eat anything, someone who knows me walks in. My mama fit disown me. I cannot.

Eventually, we stepped out of the restaurant. She was telling me how her father locked her teacher for one week because the teacher punished her in school.

She was saying those things..

Guess what I did?

I took her by surprise and ran to the other side of the road, with the back of my legs touching back of my ears. Then, I jumped into Keke like a thief a na-achụ ọsọ.

"Peace Park, Peace Park!"

"Ọga na #100," the Keke man said, delaying me.

"Go! Go! I will give you 200 naira. Just go."

The Keke guy moved, the girl crossed the road, pursuing me and Keke. She had long leg oo. Chasing us oo! Thank God there was no traffic.

I got to Peace Mark, paid the Keke guy 200 naira. Big money those days. I bought my ticket and bought a newspaper I used to cover the other side — reading newspaper I didn't budget for — in case my Aba Precious abata.

The vehicle quickly filled up, we drove to Nsụka.

When I got to Nsụka, she texted me:

"Because I am not beautiful, that's why you treated me like that..."

I replied: "since you are not proud of yourself— then you were sending me other people's pictures as yours — why should I be proud of you?"

She paused, I paused, 2go paused; all of us paused!

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐓𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐛𝐮 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐎𝐟𝐟 𝟏𝟏𝟖.𝟖𝟓𝐤𝐦 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐫-𝐄𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐢-𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐞-𝐍𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐚-𝐀𝐛𝐮𝐣𝐚 𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐰𝐚𝐲

President Bola Ahmed Tinubu has officially flagged off the construction of the 118.85km Calabar–Ebonyi–Benue–Nasarawa–Abuja Super Highway, marking a transformative step toward national integration and infrastructure expansion.

Flagged off in Afikpo North, Ebonyi State, the project aims to connect the South-East, South-South, and North-Central regions, improving accessibility and ending years of infrastructural neglect. It extends from Ndibe Beach in Afikpo, through Benue and Nasarawa, and into the FCT, Abuja, with additional access to Calabar via Cross River State.

President Tinubu, represented by Governor Francis Nwifuru, described the superhighway as a symbol of the Renewed Hope Agenda—a shift from marginalization to inclusion, connectivity, and nationwide development.

Minister of Works, Senator David Umahi Minister Of Works⁩, emphasized the highway’s strategic importance in stimulating trade, connectivity, and economic growth, calling it a key milestone of the administration’s infrastructural revolution.

This superhighway will significantly boost interstate commerce, reduce travel time, and enhance security and logistics across multiple regions. It is also expected to unlock agricultural and industrial potential, foster unity, and drive sustainable development across Nigeria’s heartland.

— Kamorudeen Yusuf, Personal Assistant on Special Duties to President Bola Ahmed Tinubu

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐔𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞

Police Declare ABC Transport Founder’s Daughter Wanted for Cybercrime Offenses

The Nigeria Police Force National Cybercrime Centre (NPF-NCCC) has declared Ihuoma Julia Nneji, daughter of ABC Transport founder Frank Nneji, wanted for alleged offences including criminal defamation, injurious falsehood, and cyberstalking.

In a bulletin issued by the Office of the Inspector-General of Police, Nneji is accused of involvement in cybercrime-related activities. Authorities directed her immediate arrest and urged anyone with information on her whereabouts to contact the nearest police station or the NPF-NCCC headquarters in Abuja. According to police, her last known address was in Victoria Garden City, Lagos.

This development comes just months after Nneji initiated a defamation lawsuit at the Federal High Court in Abuja against prominent social media activist Martins Vincent Otse, popularly known as VeryDarkMan, influencer Kemi Olunloyo, and lawyer Henry Ikenna Uzochukwu.

VeryDarkMan had previously accused Nneji of making inappropriate allegations against her ex-husband, misrepresenting herself as an American travel nurse, and undergoing multiple cosmetic procedures, including a Brazilian Butt Lift.

The controversy, initially an online exchange, has now intensified into a serious criminal investigation by Nigerian authorities.

The police appeal to members of the public to assist by providing useful information leading to Nneji’s arrest.

HERE ARE 10 MONEY HABITS YOU NEED TO LEARN BEFORE 30!

It might not be easy as a Nigerian but you have to tryyyyyyy.

1. Live Below Your Means
Just because your salary got a glow-up doesn’t mean your lifestyle needs to. Chill. Upgrade slowly.

2. Budget Like a Baddie
Know where your money goes o, rent, food, vibes, savings… It’s giving organized and rich auntie energy.

3. Build That Emergency Fund
Life is wild. Have 3-6 months of expenses saved so you don’t have to call your ex or your parents when stuff hits the fan.

4. Start Investing Early
Even if it’s small, your future self will be sending you thank-you notes (with dividends).

5. Ditch Bad Debt
High-interest loans and credit card debt? Nah. That’s a trap. Only take debt that makes you money.

6. Pay Yourself First
Before you buy that cute shoe or order shawarma, stash something for Future You.

7. Learn the Money Basics
Compound interest, inflation, taxes—don’t let these things catch you off guard. Google is your friend.

8. Know Your Net Worth
Assets minus liabilities = net worth. Keep tabs on it like you do your followers count.

9. Set Financial Goals
Want to buy a car? Start a biz? Travel? Write it down and plan it out. Money moves need direction.

10. Get More Than One Bag
One income stream? In this economy?? Nah. Start that side hustle. Monetize your skills.

SAD

VDM uncovers documents of over 1000 under aged girls that were trafficked to Ivory Coast . This is scary , some of these young girls are kidnapped and trafficked , some are lied to and they accept to go . They stay and go work for their masters in Ivory Coast .

The craziest thing is their documents are being signed by Government officials. Like who does that ? You authorize a young girl traveling out without her mother or father ?

Look at how VDM is fighting to bring them back . Yesterday was his birthday but he couldn’t even celebrate cus of this .

Moral lesson : We still have people who hate VDM ?

The Bird In The Cage..2

The bird in the cage is not singing
What you hear are its laments
Where is the pleasure that you find
In the affliction of your fellow travelers

The bird in the cage is not singing
It bemoans the perversion you wrought
When you took its wings from it
Condemning it to burnish your ego

DF.

Breaking news

The Nigerian government through NBC has banned Eedris Abdulkareem's new song, Seyi Tell Your Papa.

The National Broadcasting Commission, NBC, has banned media houses from playing Eedris Abdulkareem's latest song.

The song, titled Tell Your Papa, is a criticism of this current administration. In it, Eedris directed Seyi Tinubu, son of President Bola Tinubu, to speak to his father about the worsening state of the country.

In Tell Your Papa, Abdulkareem sings, "Seyi, tell your papa country hard. Tell your papa people dey die. Tell your papa this one don pass jagajaga."

"Seyi, how far? I swear your papa no try. Too much empty promises. On behalf of Nigerians, take our message to him; kidnappers dey kill Nigerians.

"Seyi, try travel by road without your security make you feel the pains of fellow Nigerians. You dey fly private jets, insecurity no be your problem," he continues singing.

The National Broadcasting Commission has now released a circular to media houses preventing them from playing the song.

But my Naija people what are your thoughts?

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The Iguazu Falls

-Where nature roars and beauty flows — the majestic waterfall reminds us of the power and grace hidden in the heart of the earth.
Here, the thunder of the water speaks louder than words, washing away stress and filling souls with awe.
This is more than a view — it's an experience, a reminder of how wild and wonderful our world truly is."

#NatureVibes #WaterfallWonder #PowerOfNature #TravelGoals #PureBliss