This morning I drove to the Fuel station to get fuel and some other shopping.
As I finished and about to drive out I heard someone call me by my nickname in school so I knew it must be someone from way back.
I turned and looked; lo and behold, it was Ephraim the Brightest and most intelligent boy in my Class. I hurried went back and hugged him because we’ve not seen since 1993 where I left Secondary school.
Soon a lady shouted “Oga go to your pump” that was when I looked and saw he was wearing uniform an working as a fuel attendant.
Ephraim was bright and brilliant.
His dad was a Politician and the mother owned a big supermarket.
I was lost of words as he was just telling me Bros help your Boy, Bros help your Boy.
What happened to you and he told me his dad died via accident after our secondary school and the dad’s family forced his mother to marry the dad’s younger brother.
That was how they gave the children out as house help to different relatives.
I was in tears as he spoke.
Ephraim is almost 50yrs old with no wife nor children and can even feed himself.
I hurriedly gave him 10k and dropped my phone numbers with him.
Death of Parents can take a family from 100 to 0 especially if the family members are not good people.
I’ve been thinking so much since I saw Ephraim. I’m really pained for him.
An update on our TV experiment.
In May, my wife mentioned maybe it was time to get a TV again. Almost 18 months since the old one broke. I agreed, and we bought one.
Here's what surprised me. The day it arrived, the kids were excited. I set it up, tested it, turned it off. And nobody asked to put it on.
That evening, after school and homework, they went to the park like always. Same on Wednesday and Thursday. The TV just sat on the wall like a forgotten thing. It first came on that Friday for movie night, same as always, just on the TV now instead of the laptop.
Three weeks in, and life is exactly how it was before. On Friday they watched a movie, and we had a short family Mario game session. Saturday, we built a lego puzzle until it was time for the Champions League final. Sunday, they wanted to go play with their friends after our family reading time, and it was my wife and I who said no, sit back, let's watch a family movie together.
That's a new thing. Twice a month we pick something educational and talk about it after. A chance to teach them about the world, about faith, about what other people go through. The rest of the time they pick their own.
People will say it's all devices now anyway, which is true. But the kids only use their tablets one hour each on Friday, Saturday and Sunday, and have done so for years. They walk around with books instead of devices.
I'm quite happy that the habit held even after the TV came back. Screentime is STILL way down, and family time is way up.
It's still the best family experiment of all time. Let's see where we are by December.
I was discussing with my wife about her colleague's son, who has a crush on my 10-year-old daughter, and I started wondering about the girl I had a crush on in primary school. We used to compete to see who would come in first position in class in those days; she was exceptionally brilliant.
Then, I Googled her name. Apparently, she is on Facebook with her old last name as her middle name, which made her easy to find. She is now a Law Professor and is married with 4 grown kids. Two boys and two girls who have graduated with first-class degrees and distinctions.
I don't know much about her husband, but I am sure he is accomplished and also in the academic space. My theory about growing up in a university environment, helping to create more stable families and more accomplished kids, still stands.
Most of my friends who went the academic route have exceptional kids. We all also grew up within the university's boundaries. This is why I was more than happy to change my son's school when he was mixing with kids whose parents had no scruples about cheating in school games.
Those parents also likely cheated in business and in life, and most of the kids in his school were always bragging about what their parents had. One of them (a Lebanese kid) was bringing cash to school to flash around. It was an uphill task to reorient my kid on what mattered the most. His new school now does an excellent job at that, and he is flying.
My wife also grew up in a university environment at Cape Coast. The last time I visited the place they used to live, it reminded me of UNIBEN, where I grew up too. I really wish I had raised my kids around academics.
Where and how you raise your kids matters a lot, especially if you don't want to support failed adults in retirement. I don't know about golfing helping kids to become millionaires, but it likely helps them have the right role models around them.
Remember my office landlady? The almost 100 year old Grandma I wrote about some days ago that lost her 79 year old Son... Well, I went to visit her today.
Usually she'd sit in her store from around 4pm where she feeds the pigeons. I noticed she hadn't come out for 2 days on a roll, and decided to visit her.
She was rather quiet. I was very worried.
Are you doing okay, Grandma? I asked.
She said, don't worry about me. I'm fine.
But you have been indoors for 2 days and it's unlike you. Do you need anything? Are you eating well? Is it grief?
She said, I've been sleeping since morning. I slept for so long and I don't know why...
Are you thinking about your son? I asked.
She said, no. He's resting well, I'm sure.
Okay. I brought Parfait for you. I know you like Parfait. And you don't like eating proper food...
She accepts the Parfait and digs in...
I'm worried about you, Fine girl (I call her fine girl). I don't want stories o. Give us like 20 more years...
She said, you're wicked. And laughs.
Am I? For asking for more years to spend with you?
She said, you're not my maker. When my maker says it's time it will be time...
I said, don't you want to see Jesus second coming?
She says, oh I want to see him. But I can also see him when he calls me home... The only thing I'm asking Jesus is that I don't want to suffer, I want peace when it is time.
I'm sure Jesus already knows that, I said.
Remember He knows the thoughts in our hearts, and you've been praying this prayer, so he knows and has heard you.
And then silence...
It's as if we both are thinking through the entire conversation... It's too real. It's death we're discussing like it's a normal conversation.
This silence made me more uncomfortable.
She continues to enjoy her Parfait, in silence.
At this point, I couldn't sit through the grief.
There's the grief for when you lose a loved one, and there's the grief for the fear of losing a loved one anytime... I felt both today.
Whew! May God preserve Grandma and answer the prayer in her heart. This is very important to her. May she have peace when it's time.
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I ran into one of my best friends and classmates in JSS 1-3, Sabo @temySalam at an airport this morning.
Anytime I see him kitted in his lawyer garb, I'm always emotional.
In our JSS days 1994-1997, Sabo was a big fan of Gani Fawehinmi and was always mentioning his name in class. It was during military era, with Gani the fieriest torn in the flesh of military governments. Sabo and I were the class' most politically conscious members, reading newspapers and political magazines like TELL, Newswatch etc and discussing politics in class - with our limited understanding as kids of 12-15 years.
Newspapers of the era referred to Gani as "radical lawyer", so Sabo used to call himself "radical" in class. "Emi radical".
Sabo was my most feared football team mate in class.
If he played in same set with me, problem for me, as he was always pressuring a lazy footballer me to mark (Whereas in my own mind: "Bro, leave marking, I just want to tap in ball into net").
If I played against him, problem too, as he was hard tackling and I feared his bones tackling me😊.
Later, some family challenges affected his education and he dropped out of school, relocated to Zamfara and learned printing.
I continued my own education in Offa 😊.
Later, in 2001/2002, when he heard that I had gained admission into university, he was motivated to revisit his Gani dream.
He went back to complete secondary education, wrote WAEC/GCE/UME and got admission to study law in UNIABUJA.
By 2010 or so, when I was already working and visited Abuja on official duty, I went to see him in campus in Gwagwalada.
He achieved his lawyer dream with call to bar a few years later.
Delayed, but never denied.
I asked him where he was headed to this morning. "To Lagos, to handle an EFCC matter in court".
Well, I know he is built for such.
When I had a very tough land dispute issue a few years ago, I used him him. He executed the job like the hard tackling footballer he was when we were in JSS 3.
A king almost got detained because of him. Ori ade fe sun ewon.
He is built for such tough assignments.
My radical friend.
Sabo holds a special place in my heart. A lesson in resilience.
Doesn't he look like Gani - his mentor over 30 years ago - here? 😊
I bought 1m units of Tantalizer shares at ₦0.64 and held on while it tanked to ₦0.50. When it finally bounced back to ₦0.68, I sold just to be safe.
Of course, right after I sold, it skyrocketed to almost ₦3!
I was absolutely furious at the time, but looking back, it was a huge learning experience for me.
For a house I was building, I gave a plumber money to buy pipes. The way he was doing the fittings, I realised that he is a local plumber. I got a developer to lend me his plumber who now helped with all the fixtures and fittings.
We finished the tiling of all the bathroom floors and walls and opened the water. Water was just spurting out of the walls. We had to break all the tiles to see that all the pipes had long cracks in them. I called him and he said maybe the pipes could not carry the pressure of the water and that we needed to change the pipes.
I asked him to do a quote for stronger pipes and he did. As I was about to send him the money, I just had a brainwave. I asked him where he wanted to get the pipes from and he said DeiDei. I asked him to enter the car, let’s go. He looked somewhat shaken.
When we got to the shop that he wanted, I gave the list he had written to the guy and asked him to be bringing the material. As you know, a plumber's quote is unintelligible to a non-plumber. It turned out that the prices were like one-third cheaper than what he quoted. I asked him if he was sure that we had got everything he wrote and he said yes.
The plumber then said that he wanted to quickly check something in the next shop. While he was gone, I asked the guy selling the pipes whether he was sure that these were good pipes because we are having to change everything because of the bad pipes we bought earlier. He said it was the plumber who had selected the pipes that had been outside for a while and had become brittle. They were cheaper and the plumber had said he would take them like that.
I didn’t say anything to the plumber until we got home. I now called him into my study and told him what he had done in his mother tongue, which he didn’t know I could speak. Not in English.
Apart from deliberately buying expired pipes, he still wanted to cheat me again with the prices for buying better ones. That was apart from having to change all the tiles and pay again for tiling. I told him that he is a very wicked man and that I will make sure that he doesn’t do it to another person.
I then brought out a bag that I told him contained all the “instruments” with which I would lay a curse on him.
He immediately lay on the floor and started begging. He said it was the devil that had entered him and that I should please not lay a curse on him and add to his problems. For some reason, the catapult that I had bought from Yankari Games Reserve, which was hanging on the wall behind me, seemed to scare him more than anything else.
He said that he was willing to forfeit all his labour to compensate me. I told him that spiritually, it is wrong to withhold the money of anybody who earns a living from his sweat and the strength of his hands and that I would be cursing myself if I accepted his offer.
I told him it is easier for me to just pay him his labour, lay the curse on him and let him go and be dealing with it in his future. He screamed again in fear and rolled on the floor begging.
Eventually, we agreed that I would pay him for his labour and he would now refund me the money I spent on buying the pipes again. He gratefully accepted, gave me the money back and ran out of the compound with speed.
I lost more than he did but I somehow suspect that he may have learnt some lessons. I certainly did.
Good morning this fine morning. 😀
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The first big money I ever earned in my life was a ₦225,000 Chevron Scholarship towards the end of my 2nd year in college.
I gave ₦25,000 as tithe, I gave a classmate ₦12,000 to pay for sickle cell treatment of his sister, I gave fellow struggling students like me different amounts, some got ₦500, some ₦5,000...then I got myself a used laptop and plenty of books.
Before this time, the highest amount my bank account had ever seen was ₦10,500. Receiving over 20 times that amount at once was crazy.
By the time I was done giving, I still had over ₦125,000 left. Yet, a year after that, the money had doubled to ₦250,000 as more scholarships from various sources flowed in.
That experience reinforced a belief I had then and that I still have now: my money is not really mine. I'm just a custodian of it. This is why it is so hard for me to buy things for myself but I find it so easy to give it away.
When I moved to the U.S. and started earning in $, it was a no-brainer for me to continue the practice that has served me so well. Same as when I started in Shell and started making real money.
For about 10 years now, the biggest line item in my personal finances is not taxes, or mortgage, but donations - to God, to charity, to causes I believe in and to the needy.
Last year, my CPA said, "you give more away than most households in the US earn."
I believe you can give your way to prosperity.
To grow, you need to let go.
Tithing is a good first step in learning to let go.
A little boy got stuck in an elevator and prayed, “Lord, please open the door… I am a little scared, but I know you are with me”.
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Nigerian billionaire Sayyu Dantata, half-brother to Africa's richest man, Aliko Dangote, has emerged as a major beneficiary of the $20 billion Dangote Refinery.Through his company, MRS Holdings, Dantata has established a robust retail network with over 800 fuel stations, positioning him as Nigeria's leading private fuel distributor, second only to the NNPC.
Industry experts note that MRS's early partnership with the Dangote Refinery provided a significant advantage, ensuring a consistent fuel supply and driving rapid expansion.
Today, MRS not only outperforms many competitors in petrol distribution but also serves as the refinery’s primary distribution partner. As Nigeria’s fuel market experiences its most significant transformation in decades, Dantata has quietly become a key player, balancing the influence of both the state-owned giant and his more prominent half-brother.
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The Federal Government has issued a warning notice about significant rainfall and potential flooding expected to affect 15 states and 69 communities from September 24 to 28, 2025.
The Ministry of Environment's National Flood Early Warning Centre released a warning on Wednesday, which was signed by Usman Abdullahi Bokani, the Director of the Erosion, Flood, and Coastal Zone Management Department.
The advisory indicates that several regions are at risk of flooding, including areas within the states of Adamawa, Anambra, Bayelsa, Borno, Delta, Edo, Imo, Kano, Katsina, Ondo, Oyo, Rivers, Sokoto, Taraba, and Zamfara. Specifically, places such as Yola, Yenagoa, Warri, Benin City, Oguta, Kano, Jibia, Akure, Oyo, Ahoada, Shagari, Serti, and Gusau, among others, are likely to be affected.
He said, “The heavy rainfall forecast for these locations may lead to flooding in the identified communities and their environs. Stakeholders are therefore advised to prepare adequately and implement preventive actions.”
The ministry highlighted that the alert is an element of its regular early-warning system designed to mitigate the risk of loss of life and property during the height of the rainy season. They encouraged residents, local governments, and emergency response teams to implement precautionary steps.