One of Nigeria's finest book editors and ghostwriters; I raise exceptional editors and help influential Africans recreate history by publishing their stories.
Yesterday, it was an honour to tour Dangote Petroleum Refinery with the Directors of First Holdco and subsidiaries 🐘🏭
We were warmly hosted by Africa’s greatest industrialist, @AlikoDangote, whose ambition to the continent continue to inspire so many of us.
Even though I’ve visited the site several times, each visit reminds me of what is possible when big dreams are backed by real action.
Africa’s future will be built by leaders who believe deeply in our own people… F.Ote💲
On this episode of #Politeracy101 with @electoralcollng, @umaryakubu will join us to unpack the critical link between governance and corruption in Nigeria, and ways corruption manifests beyond monetary terms.
https://t.co/DdK74mCWRl
My father's best friend was a man called Uncle Bayo who disappeared from our lives without explanation. I was 12 the last time I saw him. He came to our flat in Gbagada, argued with my father in the bedroom for an hour, and walked out without saying goodbye to me. My father never spoke his name again. Neither did my mother. Uncle Bayo became a silence with a shape.
Twenty-six years passed. I was in Philadelphia for a conference. A networking dinner at a hotel downtown. Across the room, a man about my father's age caught my eye and held it too long. He approached me during dessert and said my surname like it was a question he already knew the answer to.
We sat in the hotel lobby until 2am. He told me the story my father never did. They had started a construction company together in the early 90s. It had failed because of a contract dispute with a senator. The senator had paid only half the money and refused the rest. The debt had crushed them. Uncle Bayo had blamed my father for trusting the senator. My father had blamed Uncle Bayo for not reading the fine print. The friendship had shattered. Two men who had been closer than brothers had become strangers over something neither of them could control.
Uncle Bayo had moved to America after the falling out. He had built a new life, a new business, a small contracting firm in West Philly. He had married a Ghanaian woman and had two daughters. He had never returned to Nigeria. He had never called my father. He had assumed the silence was mutual.
I asked why he approached me now. He said he recognised my face because I looked like my father at 30. He said he had been waiting for decades to see that face again, to explain something that was never about betrayal. He said the argument had been about shame, not money. Both men had felt they failed each other. Neither had known how to say it.
I called my father from the hotel room. It was 3am in Lagos. He answered on the second ring, voice thick with sleep and alarm. I told him who I was sitting with. The line went quiet. Then my father did something I had never heard him do. He cried. Not softly. The kind of crying that comes from a place words cannot reach.
Uncle Bayo flew to Lagos 3 months later. They met at the same flat in Gbagada. They sat in the same living room where the argument had happened. They didn't re-litigate the past. They just sat together, two old men with white hair and matching hypertension medication, and let the silence heal.
My father died last year. Uncle Bayo spoke at the funeral. He said the greatest thief in life is not money or failure. It is the belief that there is always more time.
Call them. The debt is not theirs. It is yours.
@menyaaaaaaaaaaa@eserosyy I'm also concerned that you described yourself as "lenge lenge". Whatever that means, it tells me that you're accustomed to beating yourself down. You look beautiful and you could have said that but you chose to mock yourself instead.
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Program Launch Alert 🕺🏿💃🏿 🚨🚨
Introducing ..... “Conversations With CEOs!”
A weekly IG Live Discuss with 3 Established and Emerging CEOs, Founders, or Entrepreneurs.
Hosted by yours truly, Coach Seun Ambassador.
Launch Date 📅: 11th April, 2026
Where: Instagram Live (https://t.co/br3o6cK2ih)!
Time: 7pm GMT+1 (Nigerian Time ⏰)
Every Saturday, for 1 hour, we would feature 3 different CEOs/MDs, Founders or Entrepreneurs from all works of life. And would attempt to draw back the curtains of Business Building, through their unique lenses and perspectives.
You don’t want to miss it!
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So, ensure you set your alarm ⏰, right now 📌
If you don’t want to be overtaken by other hijacking activities on your phone.
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Our Pioneering Guests;
1. Toyosi Ayeleso, @ToyosiCSi; Founder & CEO, CSI Experiential, @csi_experience
2. Ozioma Ukegbu-Onwordi, @houseofozz; Eden-Acres Integrated Organic Farm & Eden Whole Foods
3. Ini Akpan, @IniWrites (aka Ini Writes); Founder & Lead Consultant, SW Advantage Resources
We look forward to hosting you to a high impact conversation 💪🏿
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I once met a man earning ₦800k/month…
who couldn’t afford a ₦20k emergency.
Sounds impossible.
Until you realize there are 4 types of salary.
1. Onion Salary
You collect it.
You open it.
Then you cry.
2. Storm Salary
You don’t know when it’s coming…
and when it arrives, it disappears quickly.
3. Menstrual Salary
Comes once a month.
Lasts only 3 days.
4. Magic Salary
You touch it…
and it disappears.
And when the money finishes?
We start borrowing.
Loan apps.
Friends.
Family.
Sometimes, just to maintain appearances.
There’s a dangerous culture growing in Nigeria:
We borrow money to impress people who are also broke.
Debt isn’t always bad.
But debt for ego?
That’s a trap.
A quiet, bleeding trap.
You don’t need the latest car.
You don’t need a destination wedding.
You don’t need to flex your salary on Instagram.
You need freedom.
And you don’t get freedom by financing a lifestyle you haven’t earned.
Sometimes the smartest financial decision you can make is to be underestimated.
Let them think you’re not balling.
Let them think you’ve fallen off.
Let them talk.
While you quietly:
• pay off debts
• save
• invest
• build
Then one day you show up different.
No loans.
No stress.
No pretence.
Just peace.
And power.
From everyday justice to high-stake election disputes, the judiciary remains one of Nigeria’s most powerful institutions.
How does it work? How far do its powers extend? And what reforms are necessary ahead of 2027?
Join our explainer session where @kunlelawal and @seyi_bella break down how the judiciary functions, its role in Nigeria’s democracy, and what citizens should understand about the courts before, during, and beyond elections.
https://t.co/k4JqSz8G2f
As human, not just Christians.
To combat horniness you need to limit yourself to the sexual materials you see and the type of conversation you hold, more like bury yourself in work, other activities that requires your brain to stay busy, trick your brain. Feeling horny is part of what makes you human. You can’t overcome it. You’re not a robot. But you can reduce and prevent situations that will turn on that switch.
This topic is real, and Christians don’t talk about it enough.
Here are practical ways i feel many Christians can deal with horniness without pretending it doesn’t exist:
1. First, accept that the feeling itself isn’t a sin
Being horny is a body response. It doesn’t mean you’re dirty or failing God.
What matters is what you choose to do next as shame usually makes it worse, not better.
2. Watch what triggers it
Late nights alone, certain videos, music, or even boredom can push things.
If something keeps waking those feelings up, reduce it as you don’t need to test your strength every time.
3. Do something physical when it hits
Move your body.
You can take a walk, do a little bit of exercise, take a Cold shower or just Stretch.
A lot of times it’s just energy that needs another outlet.
4. Stay busy with meaningful things
When you’re idle for too long, your mind wanders. (Remember the popular saying "the idle hand is the devil's workshop)
Work, learn something, create, serve, or just get out of the house...
5. Pray honestly, not dramatically
You don’t need long prayers in times like this..
Something as simple as :
“God, I’m feeling this urge right now.
Help me make a wise choice.”
Can be enough in times like this..
6. Don’t fight alone
Temptation grows in secrecy.
Having one trusted person you can be honest with makes a big difference.
The Bottom line:
Desire is not the enemy.
Lack of control is as growth takes time.
You won’t always get it right, and that doesn’t cancel your faith.
You’re not weak for feeling this way. You’re human.