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I'm Adisa Blessing Oluwafikayo, a First-Class Mathematics graduate (CGPA: 4.76/5.0) from UNILORIN.
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I was talking to my Bro Toyyib @taadelodun this morning and we explored the dynamics of living abroad as an average Nigerian. UK is working system where you work and can comfortably pay your bills as long as you keep working. But if you miss 2 weeks of work, there is a problem. About 70% of your income goes to rent. The bills never stop, so most people's lives revolve around work. How do you afford to not work?
Some couples don't spend enough time with each other because husband is doing day shift and wife is doing night shift. Toyyib told me about a couple who only see each other on Friday and they live in the same house. Before the man gets home, the wife has left for shift. Before wife gets home, husband has left for shift. Friday is the only time, they get to actually meet.
In a system like UK, the kids belong to the government - whether they are born in the UK or not is irrelevant. You don't have power to discipline them. Even their teachers do not. Amidst this hustle you are doing, the system is raising your kids.
You are doing all these and still committed to family and friends back home. People don't even celebrate Christmas and New Year with family because the shift that day gets you twice your normal pay. What they do is take pictures with pyjamas for social media and rush to shift. It is really not easy for many people. UK would make you realize that a month is short because bills are paid monthly. You do all these and years pass, your children leave the house and you are still not rich.
I don't want to make this too long, but it is an interesting comparative reality.
@colonelmeshach@AarhusUni More questions than answers” is the mark of a true researcher 😄 Wishing you all the best as you start your Postdoc @AarhusUni.
The newly approved NYSC restructuring is about to completely change the job hunt for Nigerian graduates.
According to the President, the scheme is being elevated so corps members can "graduate as trained civic and professional contributors.
On paper, this means your post-NYSC CV will now confidently show:
1. Your university degree
2. A national grading & professional certification
3. 1 year of specialized, trackable industry practice.
This heavily bridges the gap for entry-level roles! 🥹🙌🏾
I was having a conversation with a senior citizen recently about one bad culture in our public service system and he was just laughing at me. I asked him why he’s laughing and he said: I was like you about 20years ago complaining or lamenting over the same issue; and the person I was ranting to was just laughing at me too. That’s how terrible it has always been and nothing can be done to fight or end it.
What is that culture? It’s a culture of selling government jobs and contracts to people, racketeering! It’s a huge industry that many people in their millions are engaged in. Hardly would you see any government jobs or contract that does not pass through this system. Some people are living extremely large on it. It’s a take it or leave it situation. If you don’t do it, others will do it.
It’s so bad that anybody who comes up to fight it is either eliminated from the system or gets their growth stunted in the public service. This explains why most people in public service are evidently living beyond their means. Because there is no way they can justify their lifestyle and that of their family, if not the profit and benefits they make from racketeering.
A friend told me one of the major reasons she left Nigeria was because she was asked to pay for a government job she merited. My younger brother was once a victim of this fraud. A cousin of mine who wanted to join one of the law enforcement agencies was asked to bring money to get the job. Many people were refused recruitment opportunities because they refused to pay.
Many parents pay for their children to join public service. Many contractors pay huge money before they can get government jobs or contracts and huge cuts are set aside as kickbacks. If not, those in public service will frustrate them from getting their contracts done or payments for jobs done. Many lawyers are involved! Just name it!
This is not peculiar to any public service department but ALL. I mean every single of them and at all levels of government.
We are in deep trouble and mess!!!!!
Abdul Samad Rabiu added a Bombardier Global 8000 to his fleet. Around $80 million.
Easy to file that under billionaire flex. But look closer.
The Global 8000 is the fastest civilian jet since the Concorde. It flies Lagos to New York nonstop. No stops, no refuelling, no hours lost on the ground.
Rabiu runs cement, sugar, ports and energy across Africa, the Middle East and Europe. For a man closing deals on three continents, time is the one resource he can’t make more of.
So it isn’t really about the jet. It’s about speed. When your business is everywhere, getting there faster is the edge.
The wealthy don’t buy toys. They buy back their time.
One of the heaviest burdens as a father raising children is the unchecked wave of indecency and social vices that have become the everyday backdrop of our public spaces. Eateries, supermarkets, markets, streets, and beaches; places that should be neutral grounds for family outings have turned into open arenas where moral boundaries are blurred or completely erased whilst social vices are now the new normals.
You take your kids out for a simple meal, and right there in the booth next to you, a young lady is dressed in ways that leave nothing to the imagination, while companions and others engage in loud, vulgar conversation laced with profanity that no child should hear. Walk into a supermarket on a Saturday, and the aisles are filled with music videos blasting explicit content on the screens, teenagers openly displaying affection that borders on the obscene, and adults who should know better laughing it off like it’s normal.
The markets? Even worse. Hawkers, traders, and passers-by throw around language and gestures that make you instinctively cover your children’s ears and hurry them along. The streets are no sanctuary either.
From Victoria Island to Lekki and everywhere in between, the beaches that used to be refreshing escapes have become spectacles of moral decline; half-naked bodies on full display, public intoxication, and scenes that make you question what kind of society we are building.
Anyone grounded in strong cultural and family values will be deeply disturbed. The danger is not just what they see once in a while. It is the slow, constant exposure that normalizes indecency and moral decadence in public places, where people of different ages assemble and interact.
Children begin to think this is how adults behave. That revealing dressing is fashion. That vulgarity is confidence. That disrespect for personal boundaries is freedom. Before you know it, the foundation you are trying to build at home starts cracking under the weight of the streets.
For anyone who pays enough attention, you see the downstream effects every day, broken homes, rising cases of exploitation, loss of dignity, and a generation that is losing its sense of shame.
We must refuse to pretend this is not happening. Many parents are quietly battling the same thing and shielding their children while trying not to make them feel like outsiders in their own city. We monitor what they watch, the friends they keep, the routes we take, and still, the environment fights us at every turn.
We cannot continue like this. Those who still hold firm to decency, character, and responsibility must speak up louder. We must raise our children with even stronger counter-values at home. We must demand better from our communities, our leaders, and the businesses that profit from turning public spaces into moral free-for-alls.
Our lands have so much potentials, beautiful, vibrant, full of opportunities but we are losing our soul if we allow this decay to continue unchecked.
Fellow parents, especially those rooted in tradition and faith, let us not sleep on this. Our children are watching. The question is: what kind of adults will they become if we do not fight for their innocence in the middle of this chaos?
Every Ileya in my house follows the same pattern.
The ram will be moving around confidently a day before, eating peacefully like it has future plans.
Meanwhile, everybody in the house already knows tomorrow is its final season.
Very early in the morning, the compound becomes noisy. People greeting. Children running around. Somebody shouting for knife. Another person looking for matches.
Then after everything is done, the real drama starts sharing meat.
My father will suddenly become Minister of Distribution.
“This one is for neighbours.” “This one is for your uncle.” “Carry this one go meet that woman for next compound.”
At first, the meat always looks plenty.
But somehow, after all the sharing finishes, the remaining meat inside the house will now look like evidence.
Then later that evening, everybody will still gather around the pot asking: “Is there still meat left?”
And somehow the answer is always: “Check the stew carefully.”
EID MUBARAK
you think you are not being punished for your sins, yet you have been deprived of Qiyām Layl, your daily portion of the Qur’an, and the goodness of these blessed 10 days.
you have been deprived of nawaafil, sadaqah and it's difficult for you to even repeat the takbeer.
your heart has been sealed but you are unaware because you're not afflicted in your worldly affairs.
punishment, sometimes, is being deprived from worshipping Allāh.
You will always think N2m will solve your problems until you make N2m. You will think traveling abroad will solve your financial problems until you start living abroad.
You will struggle from getting student visa to looking for a good job, permanent residency, worrying about mortgages, insurance premiums, taxes and stuff,even though you might be more comfortable than when you where in your home country.
When you’re single, you will think marriage will remove loneliness until you get married.
The future and goals are deceptive.
They appear as final solutions to life’s struggles. But they’re mere junctions in the long, complex journey we’re into on earth.
Life is in phases…. but struggle is constant. No matter the money, passport or location, everyone is battling pains per time.
Nothing will take away all struggles. You can only get NEW struggles. Our wish and prayers is that the new struggle should be less brutal than the former, but we must have some discomfort.
It’s an existential principle.
Orderliness is a fantasy, chaos is the rule of nature.
You really can’t predict how you’ll react to certain situations until life places you right in the middle of them.
Polygamy is one of those things.
I’ve seen women who once said with full confidence that they could never accept their husband marrying another wife slowly soften their stance when it became their reality.
And I’ve also seen women who used to say they would accept it as the will of Allah suddenly become strongly opposed when they found themselves facing the same situation.
It’s easy to have strong opinions from a distance. Reality has a way of testing beliefs differently.
At the end of the day, after all the emotions, conversations, and resistance, life often finds a way to settle us into it, and the status quo is maintained.
Fellow Nigerians, Maryam Yusuf Ladan, a young hardworking mother of two has just secured admission to a Malaysian 🇲🇾 University with a scholarship. This scholarship does not cover her flight cost and travel expenses.
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I met one of my childhood friends 2 weeks ago at a wedding. But he wasn’t there as a guest. He was leading a thug gang.
We grew up in the same compound (agbo ile). Played football together. He had a bicycle. Life was simple. He was learning mechanics. I was learning computer.
He was earning small money fixing things.
I had nothing coming in.
At some point, I even wished I was like him.
Fast forward 12 years… His voice was deep. Rough. Scary. The way he called my name? I had to “man up” to respond.
His boys surrounded me, hailing. I settled them.
But I pulled him aside separately, asked for his account, and sent him something.
We exchanged contacts…
But let’s be honest, we’re not going to keep in touch.
Different lives now. While talking, he mentioned: One of us is in prixxon.
Another is like him, just in a different area.
Out of about 10 of us…
Only one (apart from me) is in school.
Same compound.
Same childhood.
Same starting point.
Different endings.
After thinking about it deeply, one word kept coming to my mind: Privilege.
Not just money.
Privilege is exposure.
Privilege is environment.
Privilege is timing.
Privilege is the people around you.
Privilege is the path you were shown.
Sometimes, the difference between two people isn’t hard work.
It’s what they had access to… before they even knew life was serious.
I’m grateful. Deeply grateful.
Because truth is… that could have easily been me.
I have the tweet from the OP and the quoted tweet. I have also talked about this several times on this space.
Here is what I have learned on this matter:
The first thing we have to understand is that while every soul is a trust, the Law is not meant to be a trap that destroys you. In the science of the objectives of the Law, Al-Shatibi explains in his book Al-Muwafaqat that the preservation of life is a top priority, but it must be balanced with the avoidance of extreme hardship.
If saving one life requires the financial destruction of a father's ability to care for the rest of his family, it creates a conflict. We do not solve the problem of a sick child by making the rest of the household living ghosts under the weight of 20+ million naira in debt.
There is also the question of whether medical treatment is mandatory when the cost is this high. Imam al-Nawawi clarifies in Al-Majmu’ that if the success of the treatment is not guaranteed but the debt will definitely ruin you, the obligation is lifted.
He made us to understand that you cannot fix one harm by inflicting a permanent harm on your other children and your marriage. The principle that hardship brings ease is there for a reason. A man has a duty to those he can support without falling into a hole he can never climb out of.
Again, when the price of survival is millions, the responsibility moves from the father to the whole community. If you wondering why Muslim communities engage in crowdfunding for health issues. This is a reason.
Al-Jassas mentions in Ahkam al-Quran that the wealth of the community is supposed to serve the needs of the weak. If the father is poor, it becomes a communal obligation, or a Fard Kifayah.
This means the sin of the child passing away due to a lack of funds falls on the wealthy members of society and the state, not on the parents who have no means. Crowdfunding is the right way to share this weight so it does not crush one man alone.
And finally, we have to be humble enough to accept the limits of our power. Ibn al-Hammam points out in Fath al-Qadir that when the means to an end are out of reach, the legal responsibility is gone.
If the money is not there after trying to find help, the father is not a murderer and he is not at fault. He is a man who reached his limit. The child returns to its Creator, and the father is not expected to commit financial suicide.
Allah knows best.
Let’s set the record straight:
“Reports claiming that Femi Otedola funded the Dangote Petroleum Refinery are completely and utterly false. He has not invested a single kobo, not one dollar, not one naira. The real story, which those peddling these lies conveniently ignore, is that Mr. Otedola has actually been requesting a special allocation to participate in the refinery’s forthcoming public offer.”
I can categorically state that at no point did Alhaji Dangote request for financing from Mr Elumelu, Mr Adenuga and myself . The Dangote Group is a well-structured organisation that is well vast in raising structured capital for its operations. This is calculated mischief and a deliberate attempt to create rifts and sow discord within Nigeria’s closely knit and respected private sector leadership. These are men who have built businesses, created jobs, and invested in this nation for decades. They deserve better than to be used as props in a social media fabrication.
To those behind this: desist immediately.. And to everyone else, social media is not a tool for manufactured drama. Nigeria deserves truth, not lies dressed up as insider information!