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This is not the Vinicius Jnr. we used to know 🤣

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@Alicia13508 @larryj4real @grok @grok tell me this isn’t real

God remembered me at 60. A governor visited the prison near the end of his eight years in office. As he walked through the yard, he saw me. “Baba, come here,” he said. “How old are you, and what brought you here?” Tears fell from my eyes. My heart was heavy. After 47 years, someone was finally asking the right questions. “I am 60 years old,” I replied. “I came here when I was 13.” Everyone around us ...prisoners and officials... shouted in shock. Even the governor wept. I told him my full story. The armed robbers in chains listened and shivered. The governor ordered an investigation. They discovered that the police officer who arrested me was now a respected traditional ruler — a powerful monarch. The governor took me in his car, still wearing my prison uniform. Prison officials wanted me to change, but the governor refused. When we reached the palace, the monarch lowered his head in shame. He asked the governor, “Will God forgive me? I made an Emir cry.” The monarch stood up, held my shoulder and said, “I will find you a wife. I will build you a house. I will give you anything you want.” I replied, “I do not need a house or a wife. My life has become prison, and prison has become my life. At this age, what kind of life can I start? Children? A family?” I looked at him and said, “In this life and the next, I will never forgive you.” One of his guards tried to whip me with a koboko, but others stopped him. After that, I walked out and waited for the governor outside. I was granted amnesty. The governor helped me greatly. He even opened a provision store for me. Today, I am 78 years old and still alive. Happy birthday to me. 🎂 From © Inside Life copy.

I still remember how he hired a wheelbarrow for 20 kobo. We would load the sugarcane on it and push it around the city to sell. One day after school, I was pushing the wheelbarrow when the weather became very hot. Anyone who has lived in the North knows how hot Maiduguri can get. I looked for shade under a tree to rest. While doing so, I accidentally scratched and knocked off the headlight of a car parked by the roadside. I was scared and wanted to run away, but my conscience would not allow me. So I stood there for about 30 minutes, waiting for the owner. I did not know the owner was praying in a nearby mosque. When he came out, I was still holding the broken headlight. I could not speak. Instead of listening to me, the man started beating me. People tried to stop him, but he brought out a pistol and threatened to shoot anyone who came close. He pushed me into his car and drove me straight to the police station. That was when I realised he was a police officer. He ordered his men to lock me in a cell, and they obeyed. I spent the whole night there without food. In the morning, we only received bread that was shared among everyone. The next day around 10am, one officer asked, “Who is this small boy?” A woman at the counter replied, “Oga said we should keep him here. Who are you to question Oga?” One week passed, then two weeks, then one month. I kept asking myself if the man had forgotten me. I tried to speak to the officers on duty, but no one listened. I was only 13 years old. I cried every night, feeling the pain of life at such a young age. After one month, some officers took a group of us to court. The court did not sit that day, so they sent us on remand. That was how I ended up in Maiduguri Prison. I spent one year on remand and later worked in the laundry section. After two years, they moved me out of Maiduguri to Bauchi Prison. By then I was 15 years old. I did not even know where I was going until another inmate told me. They transferred me from one prison to another across different states ...East and West.. like a soldier on posting. My last stop before returning to the North was Ibadan Prison. From there, they took me to Kano Prison. By then, I was already 60 years old. Everyone in prison called me “Baba.” I was well known, but no one believed my story. Inside those walls, people assume everyone is a criminal.

🚨 I WAS JAILED AT 13 AND GAINED FREEDOM AT 60 I was 13 years old and lived in Maiduguri, the capital of Borno State. After school, I used to hawk sugarcane for my father, who was a sugarcane farmer.

@official_Gegeh Bro go calm we all know this is real

@official_Gegehh Look like?! This is real bro I wonder what your university students would be thinking now

@instablog9ja @grok is this video an Ai video?

Who can solve this riddle?! 99% had already failed it…. Without @grok help, who knows the answer⁉️

@Alicia13508 @grok what is the title of the movie?

@Talk2meeh Na only meat you cook?

@potoki_d This scene looks quite interesting Would love to watch the full movie

When Foreign Tourist Trespass On Their Land 😎

@Okujuruoyi I have seen this episode Hope it’s quite as interesting as the other episodes?

@callmeMEJE It is definitely therapeutic

this is therapy

@Mela__son These stats are all adepts Thanks for sharing

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