"I borrowed the money [N400 million] for this appointment. In fact, those that I borrowed from have reported to the EFCC, says Adeyemi Adeniyi
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When you learned to move your arms and hands, you only held one idea in your mind; the goal.
Only the singular high-level goal of handling things from pickup to placement was your concern.
This led to the astounding level of current dexterity you have. An impossibly rich mixture of angles, rotations and tensions that achieve its intentions flawlessly.
The academic mindset wanted to decode this, as it always does, and so defined very specific angles, rotations and tensions.
If you attempted to learn movement for the first time using these platonic definitions you would fail miserably. You would wield little more than an inoperative and disfigured limb.
Yet this is precisely the academic approach. Taking what evolved in the complete absence of well-defined, reductive “roles” and teaching these as though they are how nature works.
When you want to learn something, taking a fundamentals (so-called) first approach is obtuse and utterly anti-intellectual. The *only* thing you should be giving yourself is the singular goal you wish to achieve. Everything else required to accomplish the task must be allowed to emerge on its own.
There is never a reason to not have a project for the thing you want to learn. A project with a single ultimate goal.
Why are you asking about prerequisites?
Why are you asking what books to read?
Why are you asking how and where to start?
One goal with movement. That’s it. Stop chasing fairytale “fundamentals” and producing nothing.
Emerge.
It is fear mixed with Stockholm syndrome. We love life more than anyone. If you show yourself as capable of exerting pain on Nigerians, they’ll respond, in your presence, by worshipping you as the giver and taker of that life they so wish to enjoy. It’s the reason why affected communities have been known to protect and harbor terrorists. Also why we revere politicians.
The best way to project quality is through standardization. For example, not every gated enclosure of houses should be called an estate. It must meet a minimum infrastructural requirement for it to be so.
The problem we have as a country, from politics down to our artisan craftsmanship, is that we lack a sense of measurement. Every industry must adopt a universal system for assessing the quality of things, and must be serious in enforcing some form of punishment for peddlers of low quality.
The game of industrialization is the game of mobilizing capital through markets. It is largely a perception game. We have to project quality in everything and the easiest way to do that is to live it. The best way to do that is to select and work only with the best.
@elonmusk Elon what do you think about immortality? Solving it might be the key to a truly moral and prosperous humanity, especially if we become multi planetary
I bet you love the opportunity to pick at these low hanging fruits. That tweet you quoted is daft and should’ve been ignored. But I don’t expect you to miss a chance at scoring such an easy point.
If you consider yourself good, you owe it to yourself to acquire wealth and power. If you don’t, those who are less morally inclined will expand and erase you.
Two problems I see in your post
1. By your use of the word ‘average’ you’ve essentially missed it. Monaco is obviously a place for outliers.
2. You think this way probably because your idea of wealth is mostly drawn from tech and online hustle culture. Most of the truly wealthy have their resources rooted in traditional businesses. Think commodity brokers, shipping, even agriculture.
An oil and gas broker who facilitates a 2 million barrel/month deal in Nigeria can gain a commission of say 20 cents-USD/barrel. Now multiply that by 2 million every month for the next 5 years depending on duration of the contract. Obviously this is an outlier type of situation, but I’ve literally seen people earn this in this same Nigeria. And that’s just one aspect of these hidden games. What if that broker takes on two clients at once? Now you get the picture.
Yesterday evening my honour to have the 2nd richest black man in the world (and my London neighbour) over for dinner. The one and only Abdul Samad Rabiu 🙌🏾… F.Ote💲
She would always pray for me and speak to me as if she’d known me before.
She’d say things like: “your mother must be proud of you”.
And I’d always wonder what she knew about me to say that.
Even though I was first taken aback by her statement, I nonetheless took it kindly. I could, however, never shake off the feeling that perhaps she had misjudged me, or even mistook me for someone else.
I’ve never seen myself as a particularly lighthearted person to whom one could take an easy liking to. I think my heart is quite heavy with a burden I’m not sure of. And yet I’ve always been pleasantly surprised, but skeptical, to find people and even children drawn to me.
My suspicion stayed with me even until my final year when she showed up at my hostel gates, rice and other food items in hand.
Apparently she had come to see her son who lived just adjacent to me in a house he’d built himself. Perhaps she’d seen me on one of her visits and had taken note of that.
As she handed me the bag of food items, I had no choice but to ask, ever so delicately, why she was being kind to me.
Her response was the same smile, the same nudge to speak louder into her ears. I simply leaned forward and thanked her again and again.
It’s been seven years now and I’ve since lost contact with her. I sometimes even wonder if my initial suspicion was right all along, and if she’d eventually met the boy who she mistook me for. I hope he takes care of her and speaks gently into her ears.
In my university days, I used to know an old woman who sold food and household items.
My first encounter with her was when I had just moved into my self contained apartment outside the school campus, and needed to buy plastic buckets, a broom and some other things.
The woman spoke slowly and was hard of hearing. I remember how she would bring the side of her face towards me, her movement deft and her smile gentle, so that I could speak directly into her ears.
“Don’t mind an old woman like me,” she’d say.
Looking back now, it’s not so difficult to tell a good natured person. They move with a lightness of heart that is hard to ignore, even though for me back then, I simply took her to be a business woman with great customer service.
As time went on, I continued to visit her shop to buy the things I needed. And each time, it was the same smile, the same calm voice nudging me to speak louder.
But slowly, I began to notice something odd about the woman.
You are stuck because the weight of your calling is equalized by the pull of your own self-belief. Your inertia is a disservice to the world. You are either supposed to thrive, or fail so greatly that you become a cautionary tale.