"Hell can't be made attractive, so the devil makes attractive the road that leads there." — St. Basil the Great

Why I ran away from Nigeria My son went to school, and on his way back home he fell and hit his head on a concrete wall. He became unconscious. He was very close to the house when it happened. He had a physical injury and lost some blood. Thankfully, a retired nurse who lived next to our house helped us stabilize him. She immediately told us to take him to the general hospital. When we got there, the nurses went to call the doctor, who was hesitant to come. We had to shout before she finally, sluggishly, came to inspect him. She didn’t do anything. She told us to take him to UCH straight away. We drove at such speed, as if trying to hold his breath for him. When we got to UCH, we met a woman inside a tricycle in the emergency section. We queued behind her. Three other vehicles arrived with emergency patients. The doctor came out and told us there was no space — the beds were full. He said we would have to wait until some became vacant. The woman we had met in the tricycle died before us, and her people took her away in tears while cursing the hospital. The other two drivers left to look for care somewhere else. The doctor told us we were free to seek medical attention elsewhere, but the hospital would not be held responsible for anything that happened. He repeated that he could not tell us when a bed would be available. His words: “It could be in the next 5 minutes, 30 minutes, 3 or 5 hours.” We waited for more than 4 hours. At some point we had to make a scene. Another doctor came out and told us to go and buy an emergency pack. We waited another hour before a doctor came to examine him. By then his breathing had weakened. He said my son’s condition was now critical and that they needed a stretcher urgently. Five minutes later they brought one and wheeled him into the emergency ward. Five minutes after that, he was declared dead. The reality hit me: there is no regard for life in Nigeria. I was broken 💔 I asked the doctor one simple question, which he could not answer: If my son had been one of your children, would he have stayed in the car for more than 4 hours while you claimed there were no vacant beds in the emergency unit? He was our only child in Nigeria. That was the day we started planning our relocation from Nigeria. As I speak now, 12 years have passed since we left. We are yet to have another child, and all medical efforts have not yielded results. My son should not have died at all. We helplessly watched life leave his body. © Jonathan Philip

I see Nigerians cross over to Europe or to North America & say they really don’t go to church anymore, nor take God seriously — I think they are stupidly & foolishly ignorant. Only if they know that they need God even more than they ever need Him back in Nigeria. Same countries where witches publicly & unashamedly enter into grocery stores to cast spell on the food you will buy for yourself & family to eat, is where you are saying you don’t need to hold God tight? You are foolish sir & ma, & you are not aware. You eat such food, use such items & you wonder why you give birth to children who eventually become a burden to you, or you wonder why why your marriage is under so much tension, heading for divorce? Or you wonder why depression becomes the order of the day? Wonder no more — these environments are way more demonically entrenched than you can ever imagine. Or is it in Calgary where up to 50% of stores in Centre street alone are owned by witches/those operating in core witchcraft (those who know know), & you go there to shop, is where you say you don’t need God? I pity you so much; I really pity you

The difference is clear 💯

This is the disgusting state of female hostel in UNN in 2026. Not surprised at all. When a Governor is more invested in superficial optics like bleaching cream than real leadership, embarrassment stops being part of the equation. In 2026 FGS!!!