|J_K&P|

IAM & Endpoint Security Specialist | GRC | Node.js & Wordpress

[Gbenga Samuel-Wemimo @GbengaWemimo]

There’s a specific kind of post that shows up every few months, usually from a man in his thirties or forties, usually with thousands of likes. It says something like: nobody calls to see how I’m doing. Nobody asks if I’m okay. I could disappear for a month and no one would notice. The replies are full of men agreeing, like they’ve all just stumbled onto the same discovery on their own. Something is wrong with how men are treated. Connection has dried up. The world has gotten colder.
What nobody says in those posts, but what’s underneath all of them, is something closer to: I think I might not matter to anyone.
I used to read those posts and feel the ache of them. Now I read them and ask a different question: when was the last time you called someone just to see how they were doing?
Think about the last time you picked up the phone on an ordinary day, with no bad news, no favor to ask, and no particular reason beyond wanting to check in. For a lot of men, the answer is never. Or not in a long time. Or simply: I don’t really do that.
I know this because I’ve done the same thing. There were people I considered close friends I hadn’t contacted in months. Nothing had happened. I wasn’t angry at them. I just assumed we’d reconnect eventually, that the friendship was stable enough to survive the silence. I remember thinking: we’re fine. We’re just busy. And then slowly understanding that “we’re fine” had been my entire contribution to the friendship for two years.
And that’s the thing the original complaint conveniently leaves out. It makes the lack of care sound like something that happened to them — a weather pattern, a shift nobody is responsible for. But friendship needs upkeep, like anything else. If you’ve spent twenty years waiting for other people to make the first move, eventually the silence starts to make sense.

[|J_K&P| @Basileuo_JOI4]

Thank you ooo. Don't mind all these Elon musk hustlers like @web3righteous

[Faisal Adams @code_crushed]

It’s Alignerr AI… just take the image and put it in ChatGPT or Claude and tell it to search online for a similar UI. You’re welcome

[|J_K&P| @Basileuo_JOI4]

@RayToluAyo @EKTiGER16 A false 9 role isn't the same as a striker's role. Wonder why you didn't mention his right winger role when he has played there more times than he has played a false 9 😂😂😂😂. You guys will be alright eventually

[|J_K&P| @Basileuo_JOI4]

@web3righteous Send please

[|J_K&P| @Basileuo_JOI4]

@haalayinde @RayToluAyo Cruyff won it in 78 without winning the world cup as well. Show me one person who went trophyless but won the balon d'Or.

[|J_K&P| @Basileuo_JOI4]

@holly_web3 gm holly

[|J_K&P| @Basileuo_JOI4]

@holly_web3 ✋ still adding people?

[|J_K&P| @Basileuo_JOI4]

All these names wey una dy always dash guy 😂😂😂 wetin be dis?

[Emmanuel Echeta @PenTitan]

Messi go use pressure kill Okonkwo for this world cup😂😂

[|J_K&P| @Basileuo_JOI4]

@_MediaAdd And the next match na Jordan ooo. Chai!!!!

[|J_K&P| @Basileuo_JOI4]

@RayToluAyo There's Van Basten. Pele is the original but CR7 isn't as skillful as Pele that's why they don't really look similar in playing style but they actually are.

[|J_K&P| @Basileuo_JOI4]

Another blue tick hustler. Here's your impression. Now run along

[Fondre @UTDFondree]

Yamal tried to dribble every Cape Verde player he saw and kept making mistakes, but y’all kept applauding 😂

Bro, get the ball, play the simple pass, and move on.

Stop forcing the dribbles this isn’t La Liga. https://t.co/7cp2Sp9OqR

[|J_K&P| @Basileuo_JOI4]

Awaiting your DM

[Ray @raycrypto_1]

My Userlytics post from yesterday really blew up and I honestly couldn’t keep up with all the messages

If you followed and I didn’t send you the application link, just drop a comment here.

I’ll send it to you as soon as I see it.

Don’t let it pass you because I missed your DM 👍

[|J_K&P| @Basileuo_JOI4]

"..with support from the states and the FG through the National Primary Health Care Development Agency (NPHCDA)", but the said supporter can't take it upon themselves to encourage the supported to do the work they've been given support for. You guys just like to think upside down

[Averroes @d_Advocate1]

One of the problems I have with him is that he does not seem to understand the job he is vigorously pursuing. Bro, Primary Health Care (PHC) can never be the President's headache. 🤦

It is the responsibility of local governments to build, staff, and operate PHCs, with support from the states and the Federal Government through the National Primary Health Care Development Agency (NPHCDA).

In Lagos State, for instance, there are over 300 PHCs. I believe almost every ward has one.

If you ask him how many PHCs he initiated or supported during his time as Governor of Anambra State, he will start stammering. Can someone bring out the record of PHCs he initiated during his time as Governor.

As for the "in the first four years" comment, it's nothing serious 🤣.

[|J_K&P| @Basileuo_JOI4]

@olatunjitayoSa4 @FUTDonkey @LosPollosFooty Someone said Messi was poor up until 2021 and you decided to take that person serious?

[|J_K&P| @Basileuo_JOI4]

@joblijob16 @EricNjiiru This is what is vexing the most. Can't they just come together and decide that they aren't participating anymore.

[|J_K&P| @Basileuo_JOI4]

There's a reason why a vast majority those who have played, understand, and who watch the game call Messi the greatest. Only Madrid fans want to say cry otherwise. Sorry mate, it's no longer a matter of opinion. It's now a fact Messi > CR7

[Ororo😎 @McFlybowy]

Only Messi fans want to force everyone to accept one player is better, that’s how you know it’s not true.

You people think football is just close control, dribbling in tight spaces, playmaking in between lines, maybe that Messi is the most naturally gifted player ever.

But Ronaldo didn’t just succeed in one system or one type of football. He dominated in England, Spain, and Italy three very different leagues tactically. He’s doing the same at Saudi Arabia a different continent at 40. And Not just “did well,” but top scorer, best player, main man everywhere. The argument is that if you drop him into any football ecosystem fast league, tactical league, counterattacking team, possession team, he still becomes the focal point and produces.

Now let’s go into “Football Mechanics”, not legacy, not mentality or trophies. There’s nobody born of Man that plays football that Strikes the ball better than Ronaldo, Right leg, Weak foot, Headers. He has the best legs. If Messi excel in playmaking, there’s nobody that moves better than Ronaldo. Movement and Positioning.

Then let’s go into “big game personality” argument. Take a look at Champions League knockout stages where the level rises and he doesn’t just participate, he escalates. Late goals, hat-tricks against elite opposition. The belief is simple, when the pressure is highest and everyone tightens up, Ronaldo becomes more decisive, not less. He’s inevitable. Mr Talk and Do.

Then there’s versatility in roles, not just longevity. He started as a flashy winger doing skills and beating players 1v1. Then became a penalty-box striker. Then a pure finisher. Then a header machine. Then a “give me one chance and I’ll score” player. Very few players completely reinvent themselves while staying world-class for over a decade.

Then there’s “repeatability.” Messi might give you genius moments that feel supernatural. But Ronaldo gives you certainty. Not magic every time, but guaranteed output. goals in different ways, against different opponents, under different managers. Left foot, right foot, header, tap-in, counterattack, no dependency on a single system or partner.

Then there’s international football, Messi had Argentina built around him with generations of elite talent eventually peaking together, while Ronaldo dragged Portugal through eras where the squad quality was not comparable to Spain, Brazil, France, etc. And still delivered trophies like Euro 2016 and Nations League, being the face of those runs.

Finally, the mentality argument, not just “he works hard,” He imposes himself on eras. Wherever football goes tactically, physically, or stylistically, he adapts and remains relevant at the top level. That’s why you’ll hear us say “he conquered football,” not just “he played well.”

There’s nobody born of Man that plays Football better than Cristiano Dos Santos Aveiro Ororo Ronaldo.

[Gbenga Samuel-Wemimo @GbengaWemimo]

He: To be fair, even if I am the one saying so, I can beat my chest and say that I am the best husband in the world to the woman I was married to for thirteen years.
I had my flaws, but they didn't include cheating on her with another person, either physically or emotionally, or physical violence.
Towards the end of the marriage, I stopped having sexual relations with her for eleven months.
I also stopped eating her food.
I was tired of the union, and I was determined to enforce a change from her, or part ways with her as amicably as possible.

What was it that I wanted her to change?

We had an agreement when we got married that we would build on our strengths as a couple and eliminate our weaknesses. We had the conversation at the famous Jevinik restaurant right after I graduated from the FRCN training school.
She was already a broadcast journalist at the time, while I was a writer peddling my writings (manuscripts) about looking for a publisher who would publish my work so that I could qualify for the NNLG annual awards and win some big money.

A friend of mine published a book, and I was invited to the launch and public reading of her work at Victoria Island. I was invited to read three of the poems in the poetry book, and my baritone voice stole the show.
Some of the writers and broadcasters present at the launch took a notice of me and came round to commend me after my reading.
They took my number and promised to reach out to me.
My wife was there too.
At the time, she was single, popular, and well celebrated.
She came around as I was getting some biscuits while basking in the accolades and asked if I had some written works of my own. I said I did, and she said she would like to read them.
I always carried some copies of my manuscripts with me.
I immediately gave her a copy of each of two different novels I had written.
She promised to read them and asked if I would come to an event happening the following Saturday at the Oriental Hotel, Lagos for her feedback.

I went to the event as her guest, and it turned out that she was winning an award for her broadcasting work and she had no one to celebrate it with but me.
That was our first date!
She got the award, and I stood up and cheered her all the way.
After the award, we went to dinner together at Four Points by Sheraton, and we had a very long night of talking and sharing about life, our dreams, and aspirations.

She made me an offer.
She was twenty-eight, alone in this world, and desperate to have a family. I was thirty, an unpublished writer without any financial support whatsoever and without a stable source of income (I was a freelance journalist and I was also a reporter for a show on LTV at this time, but not a staff member of LTV)

She said she would sponsor the publication of my books (I had written ten novels, four plays, and two collections of poems) in exchange for my hand in marriage.
She would be my patron, and I would be her husband.

I agreed.

She swung into action and introduced me to some prolific writers and literary critics who read my works and recommended them for publication.
Some publishers showed serious interest, but nothing panned out.
Meanwhile, we were already having serious sex and planning our wedding.

She also gave me some money towards my writing projects occasionally. Mostly, whenever I got frustrated and threatened to quit the marriage to find greener pastures abroad.
I believed in my creative ability, and I was sure it would one day bring me some great fortune.
I was, however, unable to convince anyone of note, even with my wife's influence, to do the same.

She started dropping babies. I became a family man. I stayed at home and wrote or went out for the occasional freelance gig.
She would offer me one piece of good news or the other about my works being published, but nothing ever panned out.

Eventually, I met a publisher at the Wole Soyinka Award for Investigative Journalism event in 2019.
This was eight years into the marriage and three children after.
The publisher said he had never heard of me but would sincerely read my work and get back to me.
I deliberately didn't mention this development to my wife.

I got published online, and the work made a lot of money both locally and internationally under a pseudonym.

The publisher who stuck out an arm for me to bring my talent into fulfilment was a woman. Our relationship was professional, and I met with her only three times.
That night at the award ceremony (My wife won an award, and I went to offer her my support), the day she called me to sign a contract with her publishing firm after one of my books got accepted at DorranK publishers, and the day she explained to me that they had to use a pseudonym because they wanted the audience to resonate with my brand.

I didn't know anything about the woman beyond what I had stated.
My wife, however, saw the woman as a threat. I still cannot understand why.
She called the woman every evil name she could think of and forbade me from talking to or contacting the woman again, if I don't want her to destroy the woman's name and career on social media and in real life!

I didn't bother telling her about my work getting published for two reasons.
I had come to realise that my wife didn't want me to be a published writer despite what we agreed on before we got married.
She felt being published would change our arrangement, and I would be persuaded to leave her if I became successful.

"Why rock the boat?"

I came to know this when I saw the email she sent to her aunt in London, who asked her what I was doing apart from being married to her and how she was coping with the jobless man she had married.

Family members overestimate their kinfolks. Instead of them being grateful that their girl eventually got a man who helped her fulfil her dream of having a family, they all treated me like I was a leech living off their girl.

When I received my first payment, I took my wife to dinner to tell her the good news.
I practically murdered sleep from that day.
My success triggered her insecurities in a manner that was similar to Sherman Klump becoming Buddy Love.
The kind natured, encouraging and warm woman became a witch or sorts overnight.

Accusations began to fly everywhere. She even swore that she was never going to spend a penny of my blood money.
Suddenly I was a cheat, an ingrate and a philanderer.
She began to record our conversations, screen grab chat exchanges, and gathering evidence in general so that she would get to keep the children after our divorce.

She said she knew she failed to deliver on her part of the contract we agreed upon but it was not for want of trying.
She said It was a breech of contract for me to reach out to someone else to help me and it showed a lack of trust in what we were building.
She said she felt I loved our family but I had shown that my personal ambition was all i cared about.

At a point the guerilla warfare was too much for me.
Peace today, war tomorrow. A smile today, a total meltdown tomorrow. Asking me why I never loved her today and saying she knew I was unfulfilled tomorrow.
I called for a meeting and told her to stop.

I had a contract to write more.

My manuscripts of several years ago were being upgraded by other writers and published by my publishers under my pseudonym, and they were asking for more.
I had been paid an advance for some more books, and I needed a peaceful atmosphere to do my work.
Chaos was never my thing, and that was primarily why I never considered cheating on her.
I needed silence psychologically, emotionally, and physically.

She cranked up the chaos after that meeting. Claiming I was gaslighting her for complaining of being betrayed.

That was why and when I stopped having sex with her.

I was fed up.

I am an emotional being, too, and I can only take so much toxicity before exploding.

She said I should give all my earnings to charity if I love her and want to keep my family.

I love my children, and she knew this. I spent all my time raising them while she bossed the corridors of politics and broadcasting all over the nation.

She said she would take them from me. I told myself she wouldn't dare because it would be self-sabotage in my opinion.
Where would she put them?

She took them a few days ago.

I got home from a meeting in Brussels today to meet an empty house and a court summons under the door.

She has made good her threat and shattered my world.

What do I do now, brother Gbenga?

Me: Move to a hotel for a while, cry, eat, sleep, and write.
Write furiously
Document your emotions and write this experience through various lenses
Your lens
Your wife's lens
Your children's lens (one at a time)
Document both families' reactions
Go to court with a good lawyer and present all the evidence you have
She cannot keep the children
You are not a poor man who cannot fight for your children and the right to stay in their lives, so fight hard!
Whatever you do, don't let her blackmail you into choosing between fulfilling your dreams and being a part of your children's lives
Write the experience in a unique way, publish it, and make money off your pain.
Heal and find love.
You can afford to find true love now, so search for it with all your heart until you find it (don't buy it)
Invest your money, live a modest life, and write as much as you can until you are rich enough to publish your works under your own name.
It will take a few days, but you will be fine.

-GSW-

[|J_K&P| @Basileuo_JOI4]

If that were so they wouldn't have gone 30+ years plus another 12 years without winning it. They were dominating the league before until Cruyff woke Barca up. Now that they'll go on another UCL drought, we will wait for the next story you guys will spin.

[Ororo😎 @McFlybowy]

One reason Madrid can’t dominate the league is that the Champions League is always the priority. They enter every season with that obsession, it’s why it’s very easy for Mbappe to choose them because they have the same obsession.

For most clubs, winning the league is the ultimate goal. For Madrid, the league is almost a requirement, while the Champions League is the obsession. Everything is judged through that lens.

A club chasing 38 league games with maximum consistency is different from a club building its entire season around nights in Europe. Squad rotations, player management, transfer decisions, even the atmosphere around the club are influenced by the Champions League.

That’s why you’ll sometimes see Madrid drop points against teams they should beat, then a few days later produce a masterclass against big European team. Their focus has always been on peaking for the biggest moments.

It’s not that they can’t dominate the league, it’s that their standards are different. At Madrid, a league title is celebrated. A Champions League title becomes history. That’s why they have built a culture where Europe comes first, and everything else follows.

[Gbenga Samuel-Wemimo @GbengaWemimo]

A young lady graduated from UNILAG, and her family sold a lot of assets to sponsor her Master's in Software Engineering in the USA.
The day she got to New York, her laptop was stolen on the train, and so was her wallet
She reached out to some friends in the alumni group of her university, and someone reached out to help

This person drove her to her school, helped her with all her registration process, and also put some money in her pocket
He drove back and forth to spend time with her until she was settled into her apartment on campus

He also gave her his old laptop and was exceptionally nice to her.
They started a relationship some months later.
She was in the top five of her class
Life was good!

She graduated and was recruited out of Uni into the tech space to work for a very good firm
Her first salary and stock options were the best among her peers
She has arrived.

She met another man in the tech space
He showed serious interest in her and literally swept her off her feet
She had already slept with him before she remembered that she was in a serious relationship

She decided she would stick with this new man, who was a 10, and gently let go of her previous man, who was a 6
The morning after her sex with 10, he told her he was married and only slept with her because she threw herself at him

She cried all the way to her apartment to meet 6, sitting on the staircase leading to her apartment, looking seriously troubled
"What is the matter?" She asked
"I saw you and a man kissing and smooching at a restaurant yesterday. I came to pick up my stuff. It was good while it lasted."

She couldn't even say a word
She opened the door, he walked in and picked a few things he had in her apartment, and left.
She got to the office the next day and got the sack as soon as she walked in
It turned out that the 10 she slept with was married to the daughter of the founder of the company
She was not only sacked, she was also blacklisted in the tech space

She returned home and locked herself in her room.
She was heartbroken, ashamed, confused, disillusioned, hemmed in on every side, deeply sorrowful and only wanted to cry her eyes out.
She was there for three days

Friends and relatives had called and called without getting any response from her
Someone called her landlady
Her landlady called the police
They broke into her apartment and found her curled up in the bathroom
She was sedated and whisked off to the hospital

She woke up with a head full of cobwebs and foams
She had been placed on antidepressants
She was not depressed
She was just suffering as a consequence of several mistakes and a lack of good judgment

The drugs didn't help in any way
She got lethargic and became zombielike
She was eventually brought back to Nigeria
Pastors prayed, and doctors doctored
Nothing worked

The Brother in Jeans and a T-shirt eventually met with her
They had a long talk
She said she didn't believe the level of self-sabotage she threw herself into willfully
They laughed over a few matters
He encouraged her to write a letter of apology to both her ex-boyfriend and the wife of the man she slept with
No man is a 10 without a woman in his life, the best any man can be is a 9 when he is a bachelor
If you ever slept with a 10, he is married.
She moved from suffering to reigning
She recovered within a month

Today, she is back in the USA
Back in the tech space and pushing the boundaries of innovation
She is also in a relationship
He is a 7
The cure to depression is not always drugs
Sometimes it is a new job, sometimes it is a new relationship, sometimes it is prayer, and sometimes it is self-care
Suffering is what humans do
Reigning is what believers do

-GSW-

[|J_K&P| @Basileuo_JOI4]

@FabrizioRomano Give credit to the referees who gave you those UCLs. We know it wasn't Mou