Another day to come and beg you people for internship opportunities. A whole first class graduate helping my mom sell soft drinks, it’s not nice nau😭
Please, retweet😩🤲
Nobody talks about how boring life after school really is 😔
I need a job, put me on opportunities abeg😭🤲
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My best friend ended her four years relationship over a joke.
Would you end a four-year relationship over a joke like this, or would you continue with the marriage?
I see how they are quickly shouting “women caused it, feminism caused it”. Yet, you didn’t think the school security guard that raped a 5 yr old child in his care before the mother picked her up caused it.
You didn’t think the neighbor who raped a baby in diaper because the mother begged him to help her hold the child while she cook caused it? P.S the child bleed to death
You didn’t think the man who raped a 10yr old for about 3 yrs simply because they do wait there after school for their mother to return from market caused it.
You didn’t think the father who impregnated his 13 yr old daughter caused it.
You all are idiots
The world is really changing.
I just saw a video of this guy telling his neighbor's daughter to stay outside and wait for her mummy to come back. He gently led her outside his apartment and locked the door.
Another guy in the comments said he once waited outside in the rain with his neighbour's daughter until her mom got back to avoid any stories.
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I can never forget what my mum did when my auntie’s husband died.
He was from Ugwaji, Awkunanaw, Enugu South LGA. He died in the hospital from acute myocardial infarction at just 55. My auntie was only 40, with three children—two boys and a girl.
Immediately after he died, my auntie called my mum.
My mum told her, “Don’t inform his family yet. I’m coming.”
My mum went there, dragged my auntie to her house and told her, “Dry your tears. Focus. Bring out all your husband’s land documents and car papers.”
My auntie brought everything and handed them to my mum. My mum took the documents home.
Then they went back to the hospital, and my auntie informed her in-laws of their brother’s death.
These people didn’t even wait for the burial.
While my auntie was still at the hospital transferring his body to the mortuary, they went behind her back, entered her house and ransacked the place looking for the documents.
They didn’t find anything.
So they came to the hospital and started harassing her, demanding to know where her husband’s documents were.
My auntie told them her husband had taken a huge bank loan, which was why there were so many documents.
They believed her.
After the burial, my auntie contacted a solicitor, sold her husband’s properties and used the money to relocate to Canada with her children.
Till today, I remember what my mum did that day.
She understood something my auntie was too heartbroken to understand at that moment: when a man dies, some people don’t see a grieving widow—they see property.
My mum made sure the documents were safe before the vultures could get to them.
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She was seventeen years old. Her rapist offered her “honor.” She said no.
In 1965, Franca Viola was kidnapped in Sicily and held captive for eight days. She was beaten and sexually assaulted by Filippo Melodia. Then he offered her a way out. Marry him, and the shame would disappear.
Under Italian law at the time, a rapist could avoid punishment by marrying his victim through a practice known as “reparatory marriage.” Families were expected to accept it. Communities demanded it. Refusing could bring lifelong shame.
Franca refused.
When police rescued her, she rejected the marriage, rejected the silence, and refused to let her attacker decide her future. Her community turned against her family. Their vineyards and olive groves were burned. Neighbors stopped speaking to them. The message was unmistakable: this was the punishment for saying no.
But Franca’s father, Bernardo, stood beside his daughter.
In 1966, Franca entered an Italian courtroom and publicly testified against her attacker. She was only seventeen. But her voice forced an entire country to confront a law that treated a woman’s “honor” as something that could be repaired by marrying the man who had violated her.
Melodia was convicted and sentenced to eleven years in prison. Franca became the first Italian woman to publicly reject reparatory marriage and successfully prosecute her attacker.
The law remained. It was finally abolished in 1981.
Franca never wanted fame. She wanted justice.
In 1968, she married Giuseppe Ruisi, a childhood friend who had stood beside her through the ordeal. They built a quiet life together in Sicily.
She had survived something terrible. But she refused to let it define her — or any other woman after her. 🌹
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HOT TAKE: Honestly, if abortıon is illegal, then abandoning a pregnant partner should be illegal too.
If women can’t opt out of pregnancy, then men shouldn’t be able to opt out of fatherhood.
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A bride in my church canceled her wedding and her parents used the food the guy bought to do their own wedding because they have never gotten married properly.
Boluwatifeninsola retweeted
Lemme not lie
Lemme not steal
IM JEALOUS OF YOU GUYS THAT HAVE RELOCATED OOO FROM THIS NIGERIA
😭😭😭😭
Boluwatifeninsola retweeted
Stop saying "man charged with having sex with underage girl.”
It is not sex and she is not an "underage girl.”
It's rape and she's a child. Use the correct terminology.
Boluwatifeninsola retweeted
Why is the mention of women being killed so triggering that you immediately feel the need to say
“but men are also being killed” as a counterargument?
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Where’s that person that said first class is useless o?
Cos i just got offered a job cos i mentioned my CGPA. And I got my current job cos I’m on a first class too.
I’ve not even done my convocation
Na we dey pack am o
































