Words on The Scale✍ ⚖️

  They used to make us believe Gaddafi was just a petty thief.  They filled our screens and our minds with narratives meant to discredit him. But only after he was gone did the truth begin to surface. The world witnessed the unveiling of his legacy, the Great Man-Made River, often called the Eighth Wonder of the World . A visionary project that turned the desert into fertile farmland, aiming to make landlocked Libya self-sufficient in agriculture. My father always said, ‘When a person is fed, half their problems are solved.’ Gaddafi knew that. And despite what they told us; he led a Libya that had no external debt and boasted reserves of $150 billion. $150 billion! How many African nations today can say the same? Now they point fingers at me. They call me a petty thief too. But ask yourself— why? Is it because I fled to Paris or Texas in search of greener pastures? No. Is it because I begged for foreign aid, only to watch NGOs drain Africa’s wealth while paying their s...

  No more snoozing through your potential. No more sleepwalking through the same cycles. Take a long, honest look in the mirror and ask yourself "What would my life look like if I dared to move forward, regardless of the scars, the setbacks, the storms?" What if, just for today, you stopped treating your past like your permanent address? What if you stopped patching up old wounds with silence and shame, and started giving yourself the grace of a fresh beginning? Listen pain happened. But pain doesn’t get to be the author of your future chapters. You do. The past? It’s fixed. Etched in time. You can’t rewrite it, erase it, or barter with it. But your future? Your next page ? That’s still a blank canvas waiting for your hand. Here’s the hard truth: No one is coming with a magic fix. No knight. No miracle. No rescue boat. The power has always lived within you. You’re not broken; you’re becoming. Healing? It’s messy. It’s loud. It doesn’t follow a neat timeline. ...

When It's Time to Steal, They Forget Religion but Demand Accountability, and We're Suddenly Too Different? Isn't it wild how quickly some African leaders toss aside religion, tribe, and ethnicity when it's time to divide national resources among themselves? Suddenly, there's no north or south, no Christian or Muslim, no Yoruba, Igbo, or Hausa just one united front at the table of corruption. But when ordinary citizens dare to ask for basic rights like good roads, quality healthcare, jobs, or transparency, these same leaders pull out the age-old playbook: "We're too divided to work together." The hypocrisy is exhausting. Take a look at government cabinets, political alliances, and billion-naira contract approvals. You’ll see politicians who were “mortal enemies” during election season suddenly joining forces when there’s oil money, security votes, or juicy contracts involved. These alliances cut across all the ethnic and religious lines they once cla...

I’ve had countless conversations with people—friends, acquaintances, strangers who felt safe enough to be vulnerable—and there’s something I keep noticing. A quiet fear so many of us carry. It doesn’t always get voiced out loud, but it’s there, lingering beneath the surface: “What if no one could ever love me?” Not because of something specific they’ve done, but because they feel too broken. Too much. Not enough. Flawed in some way that feels beyond repair. And here's the thing this fear doesn’t just show up in romantic spaces. It seeps into every kind of connection: friendships, family, even how people relate to themselves. It’s the belief that because they’ve been hurt, struggled, or made mistakes, they’re somehow unworthy of love, care, or deep, safe connection. That breaks my heart. Because it’s just not true. There’s this idea floating around that we need to be completely healed to deserve good things. That unless we’ve sorted every wound, every insecurity, every piec...

  In today’s world of filters, hashtags, and constant social comparison, many young women are falling into a dangerous trap—trying to live a life that simply isn’t theirs. Peer pressure has never been louder, and in a generation where "fake it till you make it" is celebrated, authenticity is quickly becoming a rare gem. Some ladies find themselves constantly trying to impress friends, social circles, or even strangers online by pretending to live a luxurious or perfect life. The truth? Their day-to-day earnings can barely support the image they’re trying to project. Borrowed outfits, credit card debts, forced smiles—all just to maintain an illusion. Let’s talk about relationships too. How many young women today are pretending to be in happy relationships just to "pepper" others on social media? How many are marrying outside their culture or race, not necessarily out of love, but because it “looks good” on Instagram or fits a certain aesthetic? Some even lie to thei...