@davido Davido, this your sudden concern for “free and fair elections” is understandable your uncle is the incumbent candidate. But as usual, once the Osun election is over, you'll fold and disappear until the next family interest comes up. Sycophancy with a microphone.
I was a bricklayer.
It was how I paid the bills when I first moved to America. Even the biggest title in bodybuilding, Mr. Olympia, only paid a thousand dollars back then.
It makes me proud that in March, the winner of our Arnold Classic and our Arnold Classic UK took home more than a million dollars. He can focus on bodybuilding.
But in our day, that wasn’t an option. Some guys were teachers. Some sold insurance. Franco and I laid bricks.
We put an ad in the paper and sold ourselves as European craftsmen. We figured if people heard the accents, they would picture old-world masonry instead of two bodybuilders with a wheelbarrow.
It worked.
The phone rang. And then we had to go out and actually do the job, which was the part nobody could fake. Luckily, Franco knew what he was doing.
The work was simple. Mix the mortar. Set the brick. Tap it level. Scrape the edge. Then do it again. And again. Nobody claps for you. There is no crowd, no music, no trophy. There is just the next brick sitting there waiting for you.
You can still find some of the walls we built in Venice.
That’s where my lesson today comes from.
One brick doesn’t look like anything. Ten bricks don’t look like anything. A hundred bricks, you’re starting to see something, but it doesn’t impress anyone.
You just keep laying bricks until the job is done.
And you know what happens after four or five hours on a wall?
You are so damn tired, or you feel so great that you stop measuring.
You are not standing back every ten minutes asking how far from finished it is. You are covered in mortar, your hands are raw, you’re schvitzing, and you are happy. The work took the question away from you.
That is the part nobody tells you about hard work: It doesn’t just build the wall. It terminates the voice that keeps asking when the wall will be done.
Today, the last set of children from our #65FreeAdenotonsillectomySurgeries were discharged from the ward. Only one child remains on IV antibiotics and is expected to be discharged tomorrow, God willing. From the beginning of this initiative to celebrate Mr Peter Obi’s 65th birthday, we screened over 100 children. More than 70 had medical or surgical indications for adenotonsillar disease, and every child who required adenotonsillectomy had a successful surgery. The final surgeries were completed on Sunday. Today three of the last four families gave me a bottle of wine as a token of gratitude and I received it with a grateful heart. But the greatest reward is seeing these children breathe easier, sleep peacefully, and return home healthier. My sincere thanks to every surgeon, anaesthetist, paediatrician, nurse, theatre staff, cleaner, technician, volunteer, and to every Nigerian who prayed for us throughout this journey. To God alone be all the glory.
Can we all agree the long wait for the 3rd season of House of the dragon was a complete waste of our time, we are on the last episode they didn't even scrash any surface.
In 2019, my salary was increased to 50,000 at the school where I was working. One day, I was mistakenly paid 505,000 instead of my actual salary.
Honestly, I had every opportunity to disappear with the money. None of my colleagues knew where I lived, and for two weeks, nobody asked about the money or even traced it.
But my conscience wouldn't allow me to keep what wasn't mine.
I went to the accountant to ask questions about the school’s auditing and accounts. He told me, “We don't audit accounts here, and I'm not the one who pays the salaries.”
I asked, “Who pays the salaries?”
He said, “Madam herself.”
I called Madam twice, but she didn't pick up. I called a third time, and she finally answered. I explained everything to her and told me to deduct my 50,000 salary and I transfer the remaining balance back to the school.
I did exactly that.
About a week later, Madam came to the school and called me. She prayed for me and said, “You will have your own school. You will be blessed.”
At that time, I was just saying “Amen” and claiming the prayers. I didn't know how or when it would happen.
Today, I look back and I'm grateful to God.
I now have my own school, and I can see how God has been ordering my steps all along.
Sometimes, doing the right thing when nobody is watching is preparing you for a blessing you cannot yet see.
Integrity may not reward you immediately, but God sees it. 🙏
During my postgraduate days at UNILAG, there was this guy who would always drive to lectures in his 2004 Toyota Corolla. He worked with FAAN.
Whenever exams were approaching, he would always want to borrow my notes and make photocopies because he liked the way I structured it. I had a way of highlighting important points and adding side notes, some of which would later turn out to be likely exam questions.
We had this particular course he had been battling with. At that point, his mindset was simply to write the exam, pass somehow, and probably end up with an E.
So I picked him up. We would have WhatsApp voice calls while going through the course materials together. We did it consistently, and we both ended up with an A.
He would usually tell me that if I ever needed anything, I shouldn't hesitate to let him know and that he would come through for me. Most times, I ignored the offer because I was also doing fine on my own.
About two years after our master's programme, I had a cousin who had graduated for years but was still struggling to secure employment. He had twice gotten a fully funded scholarship in the US and was denied visa twice. He also tried Australia and was denied three times.
He eventually gave Belgium a shot, got admission, and was required to present a blocked account, meaning he needed to show proof of a certain amount of money in a Belgian account. The amount was approaching €13,000.
He had nothing, and his resumption deadline was fast approaching.
He reached out to me. Even though he had never told me about his plans to travel, I decided to do everything I could.
I reached out to two of my friends in the UK, but they couldn't help because they were still trying to establish themselves t ground. I also contacted someone in the US who was on a fully funded scholarship. He told me his monthly stipend wasn't even up to $2,000 and that, after paying rent, he had less than $300 left.
Then something told me to reach out to my old master's classmate from UNILAG.
I narrated the situation to him. He asked me straight up, "How much do you need?"
I told him we needed €14,000 in a Belgian account.
He asked, "Will that be enough?"
The next day, he provided €14,000.
A few weeks later, my cousin's visa was approved. While he was heading to the airport, my same friet also gave him ₦2 million in cash, this time, a gift.
Today, my cousin has emmigrated to the US, happily married to an American woman who is also a scholar like him. They now have two children.
I have also become his go-to person for almost every thing he needs done in Nigeria. When he bought his first home in Maryland, Mende, Lagos, I was the one who went for the inspection, received the funds in my account for a Duplex, and handled the closing deal for him.
There is hardly anything I need today that my cousin wouldn't go the extra mile to do for me.
Life has a funny way of bringing people back into your life.
Sometimes, the person you think you are helping today may become the person who changes your life tomorrow.
Never underestimate the value of being genuinely useful to people.
Be useful. Be kind. Build genuine relationships. You never know when life will bring the same person back to you in a different season.
🧠 LET'S PLAY A GAME
I’ll start a sentence. Your job is to continue it using the LAST WORD of my sentence. Then the next person continues with your last word.
“I opened my boyfriend’s phone and the first thing I saw was…” 👀😭
Now the next person must start their sentence with “was.”
Kayode Williams built a drone from scratch, and he is just 20 years old.
He arrived in Enugu today and will be with us for the next 4 weeks to teach our children how to make real-life drones from scratch during the bootcamp.
What we want to solve is making low-cost drones to improve security in the East and also to dispatch emergency items like pallets, drugs, and other supplies.
These 4 weeks are going to be hot in Enugu.
We have geniuses hidden everywhere, and we will create millions of them in a few years.
If you dress well, people say you're showing off. If you dress simply, they say you're poor. 😏
If you gain weight, they say you eat too much. If you're slim, they say you're sick.
If you're successful, they call you arrogant. If you're struggling, they call you lazy.
No matter what you do, people will always have something to say. Their opinions will keep changing, but your life belongs to you.
Be yourself. Live on your own terms, and protect your peace. ❤️
Michael Jackson was still singing and dancing well into his 50s. Usher still sings and dances. Chris Brown still sings and dances. I don't understand why Jude and Paul Okoye are making dancing seem so unnecessary.
For the record, it was the dancing that made many people fall in love with P-Square. Because, if we're being honest, una no sing pass 2Baba or even 9ice back in the day. The complete package was what made P-Square special. 💯