"Built through sacrifice. Sustained through gratitude."
Years later, visitors would walk past that plaque without giving it much thought.
But every employee knew the story.
And every morning my son walked past it before entering his office.
A reminder that success becomes dangerous the moment you forget who helped you achieve it.
@i_scionoflight@dinho_1545 12% of his Weekly income. To pay £750 monthly he needs to earn an annual income of about £72,000 - £75,000 for just a child.
Black History Month is a time to recognize the lived, shared experience of all Black folks who have fundamentally shaped, challenged, and ultimately strengthened America. It’s about taking an unvarnished look at the past so that we can create a better future. As we mark 100 years of celebrating Black history, let’s honor the sacrifices of the leaders who came before us, and recommit ourselves to continuing their work.
Commissioning of Agbado market during the reign of Oba Eweka ll, by principal chiefs of the kingdom on 29th Jan 1917 → A hundred and eight years ago "108".
Chiefs present at the occasion were
Chief Esogban, Chief Obaraye, Chief Eribo, Chief Osula, Chief Iyamu-Ine→ father of Ekuase n'Ovbi Ine, Chief Obaseki, Chief Obahiagbon, Chief Ero.
Agbado market, originally called Ogiso market, was established during the reign of the ogisos 16-66CE by Ogiso ere and have existed for almost 2000yrs, making it one of the oldest market in west africa.
The origin of the term Agbado as the name of the market based on edo Chronicles is tied to the ferocious beast Osogan who tormented buyers and sellers going to the ogiso market, in the 11th century. In fear of going to the ogiso market, the people will recount their lost ones who died in the hands of this monster with the phrase.
"Agbayo Agbare, Agbado Aigbayowa"→ we go to the market together, we trade together but did not return home together. "
This was during the reign of Ogiso owodo or extension of his reign, and it was also during this time line Evian lived. Evian was one of the sons of Eholor n'ire of Igodomigodo during the reign of Ogiso owodo. He was a strong hero who, with courage defeated and killed the osogan monster. "Edo Chronicles likened the beast to a Tyrannosaurus rex."
Evian, who because of this feat, was made interim head of Igodomigodo, is the decorated ancestor of the Ogiamien family which Shallipopi is from. In reminisce of their past ordeal, the people named the market Agbado, which it is still called to date. In 1917, the people and chiefs gathered to commission a reconstruction work on the market.
Today, on the National Day for Truth and Reconciliation, we honour the Survivors of residential schools, their families, and Indigenous communities.
We reflect on the enduring impacts of these institutions and recommit to meaningful reconciliation.
#NDTR
The National Day for Truth and Reconciliation is a day for reflection, learning and renewed commitment to taking action towards reconciliation. This anniversary reminds us that reconciliation is not a single event, nor a single day; it is a commitment to sustained and focused action, to listening, and to repairing relationships. Let us pause to remember the children who were taken, to honour the survivors who share their truths, and to renew our collective promise to build a future that is just, inclusive and respectful for all.
Woliwon. Wela’lin.
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La Journée nationale de la vérité et de la réconciliation est une journée de réflexion, d’apprentissage et de renouvellement de notre engagement à agir en faveur de la réconciliation. Cet anniversaire nous rappelle que la réconciliation n’est pas un seul événement ni une seule journée; c’est un engagement envers une action soutenue et ciblée, envers l’écoute et envers la réparation des relations. Prenons un moment pour nous souvenir des enfants qui ont été enlevés, pour honorer les survivants qui partagent leur vérité et pour renouveler notre promesse collective de bâtir un avenir juste, inclusif et respectueux pour tous.
Woliwon. Wela’lin.
On the National Day for Truth and Reconciliation, we honour Survivors and their families, and remember the children who never came home.
Together, we commit to a path of healing and reconciliation.
#EveryChildMatters
On the National Day for Truth and Reconciliation, we reflect on the tragic legacy and ongoing impacts of the residential school system, and honour the Survivors, and their communities.
Together, we will continue to build a Canada guided by truth, justice and reconciliation.
Orange Shirt Day is about honouring the children who never came home, the families left behind, and the survivors who carry us forward. 🧡 Today we honour you, we are proud of you, and we are grateful.
Let’s continue building the Canada we want for our future! 🇨🇦
Dangote and his two wives.
By Funke Egbemode
A man married two wives. To maintain fairness, he set up a roster to guide who shared his bed and when. Since they were only two, he made the bed-sharing a weekly arrangement. Both wives agreed, and the man faithfully fulfilled his duties in each wife’s bed. It seemed the women were satisfied until one day, the senior wife decided to rock the boat.
“You cannot sleep with me and you cannot sleep with my junior wife,” she declared.
The husband blinked in disbelief, as though trying to clear cobwebs from his brain. Even the second wife was stunned. Since when did “our mother” become the guardian of her own honey pot and that of her co-wife? Yet the senior wife insisted: no visiting or browsing of any website by their husband, period. That was when the husband flipped.
“You cannot cordon off your honey pot and also seal the cookie jar of my second wife—the one whose bride price I also paid in full, just like yours. A dog cannot watch over two compounds. Feel free to keep your thighs together as long as you wish, but I am free to do as I please with my second wife.”
Polygamy, like a free market economy, is about choices, competition, and alternatives. No wife is allowed to leave the husband stranded with blue balls, not that I know how black balls turn blue. A man who feeds and houses two or more wives will never be without a warm bed. If one wife is sulking, she will not be missed. In fact, I have reliably learnt that women in polygamy sometimes pray for their co-wives to go on strike, so they can enjoy bonus nights with their husband. When a senior wife,iyale, declares that the husband can neither touch her nor the others, she is not just being unreasonable, she is flirting with madness.
So, how did we get here? @AlikoDangote —or more precisely, Dangote Refinery’s “wives”—are at war. The senior wife wants to dictate whose pot their husband eats from and whose bosom he enjoys. But Dangote (as in Refinery, please) clearly anticipated this day. He is a Nigerian, after all. He knows no Nigerian has a monopoly on mischief. He knew this day of bedroom blackmail would arrive. He had seen other businesses suffer, not just blue balls but outright castration, at the hands of those they fed and clothed, the ones who once professed loyalty and devotion.
Thinking ahead, Dangote did not announce that he was going to buy trucks. If you ask me, I believe he suspected his senior wife might even lace his pounded yam withoogun igbabge(juju of forgetfulness) to make him abandon the project. Like a wise husband, he understood that he must increase operational bandwidth if he was to satisfy all “wives.” Just as a man with many wives must increase blood supply to his southern region to keep the harem happy, Dangote invested over N720 billion and prepared to deploy 4,000 Compressed Natural Gas (CNG)-powered trucks to distribute his products nationwide. This was innovation in fuel distribution designed to cut logistics costs and inefficiency. Until the senior wife got wind of the revolution and decided to pull the roof down with her protest: “You won’t do me, and you won’t do the new wife.”
What is a man supposed to do when he has many women to service? Sit idly while his land is taken over and tilled in his presence? Should he not, like Dangote, count his teeth with his tongue and buy his ownburantashibefore his wives start straying and his children start resembling the neighbour? What is wrong with producing petroleum products and wanting to deliver them directly to the market? Even orange sellers know it makes sense.
This new arrangement is expected to save Nigerians about N1.7 trillion annually in fuel distribution costs, costs filling stations would otherwise pass on to you and me, who are already heavily burdened. But now the wife who won’t do is insisting the wife who is ready to do cannot do. Do we not look like a crowd rushing toward the asylum? Isn’t this why Nigerians hesitate to invest at home because a few powerful enchanters always rise to kill newborn initiatives? Why are we like this? Who will drive these 4,000 trucks: Togolese, Chinese, Americans, or Nigerians? Won’t those drivers have families to feed? Is there any single Nigerian right now recruiting 4,000 drivers? Has the Nigerian government itself recruited 4,000 of anything this year or last? Yet a few fat cats puffing on cigars sit somewhere calling for a strike. They won’t invest, they won’t let investors breathe. What exactly do we call that, if not evil?
Only Dangote, for now, has had the courage to build a refinery. Let us stop harassing him. Let us encourage others by our attitude. That is the only way to build this economy .
The reasoning of those threatening a strike stands patriotism, development, and employment opportunities on their head. This is perhaps the most poorly thought-out union action in recent times, and it collapsed on Day One. I am embarrassed on behalf of NUPENG, PENGASSAN, and their allies who once terrified Nigerians. Remember those headlines—“NUPENG, PENGASSAN, NURTW VOW TO SHUT DOWN NIGERIA”—that sent us into panic buying and hoarding, sparking endless fuel queues and traffic jams? Did you see any of that on Monday? Even the most potent threats expire. Sorry. The days of holding Nigerians’ balls in a vice grip are gone. I filled both my cars in under ten minutes, and filling stations were calmly doing business.
Dangote Refinery is now accused of “crude and dangerous anti-union practices, monopolistic agenda, and indecent industrial relations strategies.” Critics say Aliko Dangote is unleashing war against Nigeria’s working class, against trade unionism, and against the principle of decent work. They allege the company pays some of the lowest wages in the oil and gas sector and treats staff beneath acceptable standards.
To bolster their case, they brandish Section 40 of the Constitution, the Labour Act, and ILO Conventions 98 and 87, accusing Dangote of bad industrial relations for barring his new drivers from joining oil and gas unions. Classic, predictable union rhetoric.
But let us consider the so-called freedom of association. Imagine a man who endured years of shame, unable to pay rent or school fees, finally receiving an appointment letter from Dangote Refinery. His armpits soaked with nervous sweat, his heart pounding, he clutched that letter and rushed to his church altar to thank God for deliverance from unemployment and his wife’s venomous tongue. Do you think, when he signed “Original copy received by me,” that he was thinking of unions? Would he not have sworn to renounce every union on earth just to secure that job?
One man risked everything to build one of the largest refineries in Africa. He fought the cartels who bled Nigerians dry through importation and subsidies. He took massive dollar loans from hard-eyed bankers who demanded their interest. He endured harassment from those who thought they owned Nigeria’s oil sector, torment by day, nightmares by night.
His blood pressure rose, his three-hour sleep vanished. Yet he stood firm. He rolled out his products. He let market forces speak. Then he said, why not deliver directly to filling stations?
After all, virtually every service in Nigeria has embraced delivery: food, aso-oke, shoes, jewelry, even electronics. Dispatch riders in their thousands now make a living from home delivery. Why then should Dangote be vilified for doing the same with petroleum? Even my hairdresser delivers at home.
Since I heard of Dangote’s delivery model, I have considered setting up a filling station. All I’d need is to build the station, paint it my favourite colours, call Dangote to bring the products, and sell. No need to buy trucks. No need to employ drivers. And truth be told—even regular drivers are full of drama. Just imagine the reduced stress.
Those clinging to analogue strikes should wake up and smell the coffee. The world has moved on. The Petroleum Industry Act (PIA) exists. Deregulation is in place. Dangote Refinery is a private concern. Those who begged for jobs with fasting and prayer cannot suddenly act like his masters. If Dangote says “no unionisation” in his house, it is sheer bad faith to agree and then later run to a union.
How will our manufacturing sector grow, how will investors stay, if we frustrate the few courageous ones who bring their money home instead of hiding it in tax havens? What Nigeria needs is more players across all sectors. More investors mean more jobs. More jobs mean more disposable income, more small businesses, more competition. And it is competition (not lazy complaints) that breaks monopoly.
You cannot wish monopoly away with rhetoric.
Only Dangote, for now, has had the courage to build a refinery. Let us stop harassing him. Let us encourage others by our attitude. That is the only way to build this economy. If we keep chasing investors away, we will eat our young to survive—and like every animal that does so, we too will face extinction.
#KemKem