Dayo

28/02/2026

God abeg make this man listen to my advice today
Arsenal deserves the league more

28/02/2026

Gamer
Let do this together ❤️

26/02/2026

You're more than you think you're, What God deposited in you have no measures

26/02/2026

The hills of Idanre have stood tall for centuries—strong, proud, unshaken. Just like the youth who call this land home.

Yet today, a painful label echoes in conversations and on social media: “thugs.”
Is that truly who the youth of Idanre are?

We are not thugs.
We are not useless.
We are not violent people.

We are young men and women born into resilience. We are sons and daughters of farmers, traders, teachers, and laborers. We are dreamers trying to survive in a system that has not always been kind to us.

What many see as aggression is often frustration.
What they call stubbornness is often desperation.
What they label as violence is sometimes the cry of unheard voices.

Bad leadership has wounded our opportunities. A lack of jobs has strangled our ambitions. Selfishness in high places has blocked the doors that should have been opened to us. Low exposure and limited access to quality education and mentorship have left many navigating life without guidance. But none of these realities define our character.

When a young man struggles daily without employment, without support, without connections—should we mock him? Or should we ask what society has done to empower him?

The average Idanre youth wakes up with hope. Hope to work. Hope to earn. Hope to build. Hope to support family. Hope to become something greater than his circumstances. Survival is not a crime. Hustling to feed your family is not thuggery. Speaking out of frustration is not violence.

If there are a few who have lost their way, should an entire generation be condemned?

We must stop criminalizing poverty.
We must stop insulting resilience.
We must stop calling survival instincts violence.

The youth of Idanre do not need condemnation—they need opportunity. They need jobs, mentorship, exposure, entrepreneurship support, and leaders who see them not as tools, but as the future.

Call us determined.
Call us hungry for change.
Call us a generation waiting for a chance.

Because when given the right environment, the same youth you call “thugs” will become business owners, innovators, community leaders, and nation builders.

The hills of Idanre are not built on violence. They are built on strength.
And so are we.

Before you label us, walk in our shoes.
Before you condemn us, understand our struggles.
Before you call us thugs, remember—we are simply young people trying to live, trying to survive, and trying to rise.

25/02/2026

"...Mr Peter Obi, you cannot win this 2027 election with sympathy, it might have worked in 2023 but not this time. How are we sure it wasn’t one of your people that did it? How’re we sure it’s not one of your cheap publicity? I believed in you before now it’s looking like you’re chasing clout, yesterday na groundnut, today na bull£t...”

– Deeone criticises Peter Obi over att@ck in Edo state

25/02/2026

25/02/2026

Idanre Must Not Miss It Again

Idanre must not miss it again.

Political positions in Idanre are not poverty escape routes. They are not platforms for personal enrichment. They are not seats of dominance over the people. They are sacred responsibilities entrusted to individuals to serve, protect, and uplift the community.

For too long, we have watched politics drift away from service into self-interest. We have seen power abused. We have seen leadership reduced to personal gain. We have seen self-centered politics replace people-centered governance. And every time this happens, it is the ordinary people of Idanre who suffer — the youth without jobs, the farmers without support, the roads left unattended, the dreams that slowly fade.

Politics is not business investment. It is not compensation for past loyalty. It is not a retirement plan. It is service.

When leadership becomes a poverty escape route, the community becomes poorer. When power is used to dominate rather than to serve, development dies. When positions are occupied by those seeking status instead of solutions, the people pay the price.

My dear people of Idanre, we must open our eyes. The cost of wrong choices is too high. We cannot continue to mortgage our future for temporary sentiments, party pressure, or personal relationships. Our votes are not favors — they are weapons of progress or tools of destruction. What we choose determines what our children inherit.

And to those aspiring for political positions in Idanre, this is an emotional but sincere warning:

Examine your heart.

If your ambition is driven by hunger for power, step back.
If your interest is rooted in personal gain, step aside.
If you see politics as an opportunity to control others, reconsider.
If you are not prepared to sacrifice comfort for the good of the people, do not present yourself.

Leadership in Idanre is not for the self-centered. It is for the selfless. It is not for those who seek applause. It is for those ready to endure criticism while delivering results. It is not for those who want to be served. It is for those who are ready to serve.

Our land needs builders, not political merchants.
Our youth need opportunities, not empty promises.
Our communities need infrastructure, not propaganda.
Our future needs vision, not recycled excuses.

Power abuse must be totally condemned. Nepotism must be rejected. Self-centered politics must be buried. The era of selecting candidates based on loyalty to individuals rather than capacity to serve must end.

Idanre must rise above manipulation.
Idanre must reject sentimental politics.
Idanre must demand competence, character, and capacity.

This is not about disrespecting any authority. It is about protecting our future. It is about ensuring that political offices remain instruments of development, not tools of oppression.

Let this be the turning point.
Let this be the moment we say: Enough is enough.
Let this be the season we put the round peg in the round hole.

Idanre must not miss it again.

Oladayo Olumide Ralph