@jamb_hq JAMB will people having their names with different orders in NIMC and WAEC results fail their verification?
For example:
NIMC - Alabi John Doe
WAEC - Alabi Doe John
I moved to Finland.
Not the US, UK or Canada. Finland.
I didn’t realize that would require so much explanation.
There’s an unspoken hierarchy when it comes to relocating from Nigeria. If you’re going to leave, it should be somewhere people immediately recognize. Somewhere that sounds impressive when mentioned casually. "Somewhere your relatives can repeat proudly without needing to clarify where it is on a map."
Finland doesn’t quite fit that script.
Till today, I’ll post something, and someone will message, “Oh, you relocated? US or Canada?” It’s never asked with curiosity. It’s asked with assumption. As if those are the only options that count.
I’ve watched people take on serious loans to relocate. Not because they had a long-term plan or a clear passion, but because they needed to leave. Because staying felt like stagnation, and the destination sounded prestigious enough to justify the sacrifice.
And I understand that feeling more than I’d like to admit.
Nigeria can make you restless. It can make you feel like motion is progress, even if you haven’t decided on the direction.
But here’s what nobody really prepares you for: every country comes with its own weight.
Cold is cold, regardless of the passport stamp. Loneliness does not care whether you are in London, Toronto, or Helsinki.
Finland is cold in ways I wasn’t prepared for. Not just the temperature, though that alone is an adjustment. It’s the silence, I almost feel deaf. The long, dark afternoons where daylight disappears before you even see the sun. The way you are now alone with your thoughts for longer than you’re used to.
In that kind of environment, misalignment becomes really obvious.
If you chose your course because it was convenient, the discomfort magnifies it. If you chose your country for the optics, the silence will eventually confront you with that truth.
You don’t want to sit thousands of miles away from everyone you love and realize you built your decision on pressure instead of purpose.
Relocating is not a personality trait, not a trophy, neither is it a shorthand for success.
It’s a life decision.
So, if you’re thinking about leaving, pause long enough to build a real plan. Choose a course that connects to something you genuinely want to grow into. Choose a country because it aligns with your goals, not because it impresses an audience.
The goal was never to impress anyone, it was to build a life that feels steady when the lights go out and it’s just you in the room.
Start there.
I haven't been on twitter today - but someone brought a few of my old tweets to my attention and I can't not address it.
14 years ago, I was 23, so I was definitely not a child. I'm not here to make excuses because I don't have anything to make excuses for. What I can't let anyone do is twist my story to fit false narratives.
In 2012, I lived and helped out at my mom's daycare while I was hustling my music. I tweeted everything that happened in my life, as we all did at the time. Kids can be mischievous. If a child did something I found funny, I tweeted about it. Kids are cute and lovable. I want to hug, kiss and cuddle them. I tweet about it. Nothing I tweeted was from perversion.
I was not famous, so maybe if I was, I would have understood that anything is open to whatever interpretation including being used falsely by a faceless mob. I've never been depraved in my life. You can retweet all the tweets in the world about me loudly crushing on people I admire/d. Or being a cheeky young woman. I wasn't trying to hide it, because I don't have anything to hide.
My team has been deleting some of my tweets because of how sensitive it is for my family. To be honest, I did not want to. I have always spoken against rape and sexual assault even before you knew I existed. It's not a costume I'm wearing, it's who I am. I've never claimed to be perfect. I've never claimed to know everything. I said stop raping women. I stand by it.
The developer world moves so fast, it feels like you're 2 years behind.
I just recently got used to cursor, and now there's Clawd Bot, a new device-level agentic assistant. I have to go check that out now or risk falling behind again!
It's a serious race!