JUST IN: 🇺🇸🇮🇱 Axios sources say President Trump was "pissed" during call with Israeli Prime Minister Netanyahu and told him off:
"You're f*cking crazy. You'd be in prison if it weren't for me. I'm saving your ass. Everybody hates you now. Everybody hates Israel because of this."
"What the f*ck are you doing?"
I am pissed, Dangote recently said he imports workers from India because Nigerians don’t know how to operate his plant systems. I need him to say that again, slowly.
Me and 7 of my guys use and chew these exact softwares daily. Let me break down what runs Dangote Cement and who actually knows this stack and flex my knowledge a bit:
SAP ERP is the brain of the entire operation. It tracks every bag of cement from raw limestone to the truck leaving the gate. Inventory, procurement, finance, payroll, all of it running in one system. We use it.
SAP HANA is the database engine under SAP. It processes millions of records in real time so management can make decisions without waiting 4 hours for a report. It is the reason their finance team is not still using Excel. We use it.
SAP Ariba handles procurement. Every vendor, every supply contract, every purchase order flows through Ariba before a kobo leaves the company. We use it.
OpenText ECM manages documents. Engineering drawings, compliance certificates, invoices, all stored, tracked and retrieved digitally. Without it they are drowning in paper. We use it.
AutoCAD designs the physical plant. Every kiln, conveyor belt and silo you see at Obajana was drawn on AutoCAD before a single brick was laid. We use it.
Nutanix is the infrastructure layer. It is what keeps SAP HANA running without crashing. The server backbone behind everything. We know it.
Freshdesk manages internal and customer support tickets. Azure SQL stores structured data. Veritas NetBackup makes sure nothing gets lost if a server dies.
We know all of it.
So when Dangote says he cannot find Nigerians who understand his systems, the question is not whether we exist. The question is whether he is looking, or whether he already decided where to look before he started.
🚨 BREAKING: NOW THE WAR HAS BEGUN. 🇮🇷🔥
According to reports, IRAN has launched a devastating strike on a major U.S.-linked military position after Washington rejected Tehran’s conditions.
⚔️ Iranian officials warn this is “only the beginning,” as the Resistance Axis prepares for a much larger confrontation across the region.
After becoming president, I asked my bodyguards to take a walk with me through the city. After the walk, we went to a restaurant for lunch. We sat down in one of the central restaurants, and each of us was asked what we wanted to order.
After a short wait, the waiter brought our meals, and at that moment I noticed a man sitting alone at the table directly in front of us, waiting to be served. Once he received his food, I told one of my soldiers:
“Go invite that man to join us.”
The soldier walked over and delivered my invitation. The man stood up, picked up his plate, and sat beside me.
Throughout the meal, his hands trembled constantly, and he never raised his eyes from his food. When we finished eating, he waved goodbye without even looking at me. I shook his hand, and he left.
One of the soldiers said to me:
“Madiba, that man must be very sick. His hands wouldn’t stop shaking while he was eating.”
“Not at all,” I replied. “The reason for his trembling is something else.”
They looked at me in confusion, and I explained:
“That man was a prison guard at the jail where I was imprisoned. After the torture sessions I endured, I would often scream and beg for water. He would come to humiliate me — he laughed at me, and instead of giving me water, he urinated on my head.
He was not sick. He was terrified and shaking, perhaps afraid that now, as President of South Africa, I would send him to prison and do to him what he once did to me — torture and humiliate him.
But that is not who I am. Such behavior is not part of my character or my ethics. Minds that seek revenge destroy nations, while those that seek reconciliation build them.”
— Nelson Mandela
Tinubu met with Airbus in Rwanda. Airbus wants to build aircraft repair & parking centres in Nigeria. BAT also asked for quick delivery of attack helicopters to fight terrorists and improve Nigeria’s aviation sector.
This is part of our gains in the Rwanda visit. Good job BAT!
President Bola Ahmed Tinubu’s words on marble
“If you want to go fast you go alone, if you want to go far, go together”
“A creative mind is a fertile land for growth”
“A common screwdriver can create a path to fortune”
“No matter how short you are, you get out you will see the sky”
“A dead fish cannot be sweet in any soup, they are dead”
“Just take it. If you want an omelette you have to break the egg”
“You don’t commit abortion after the baby is born. That’s murder”
BREAKING NEWS: President Bola Tinubu has welcomed world aircraft-maker Airbus' proposal to establish maintenance and hangar facilities in Nigeria as part of a broader effort to position the country as a regional aerospace and aviation services hub.
Having watched this President Bola Tinubu’s interview at the Africa CEO Forum in Kigali, I am thanking God once again for Nigeria and the fact that God did not allow the devil derail us into voting a fraud as President.
In 2023, I was stranded in Oshodi while coming back from an interview. No cash, no money in the account. Phone at 4%. Rain was beating me black and blue with no hideout.
I posted: “Please, is anybody around Oshodi? My phone is about to go off and I’m stuck at Arena Junction. I need 2k for transport to get back home. I’ll pay back tomorrow. No jokes please.”
I tagged three of my closest friends, people that called me “sister” on birthdays.
First reply was laughing emojis. “LMAO, you don finally cast.”
Second reply: “Omo, trek am, exercise.”
Third person saw it and posted a meme two minutes later.
My phone died. I sat on a bench laid across the walkway, soaked, watching Lagos run past me, thinking this is how it ends for two thousand naira.
After a few minutes, a car parked close to where I was. The car windows rolled down and a voice asked, “Are you Ireoluwa?” I nodded. “One guy say make I carry you go Abule Egba. E don pay.”
I got in without thinking twice.
Halfway, my phone buzzed on the driver’s power bank. A DM from a stranger I never followed:
“Hey there, I saw your post. I really don’t know you but I know that feeling. Bolt is paid to your street. Get home safe. No need to pay back. Just help someone else one day when you can.”
I got home and checked his page. He’d been job hunting for three months and was probably broke. But he sent me a ride and some money. Now we are good friends even though we have still never met.
My friends with jobs posted me for cruise.
A stranger with nothing posted me for life.
That night I learned friendship doesn’t define family. Sometimes your lifeline is the person you’ve never met.
I am a man with history, a history built on integrity, discipline, hard work, and steady progress. From ADC Primary School, Oke-Ada, to Ayedaade Grammar School, through my academic journey in Ibadan Polytechnic, and into a distinguished professional career spanning WEMA Bank, Trans-International Bank, Spring Bank, and Enterprise Bank, every stage of my journey has been defined by diligence and excellence.
There has never been any ambiguity about my path, my records, or my character. My journey in life has been brick by brick, step by step, built on experience, competence, and the trust of the people and institutions I have served. I did not emerge overnight; I was shaped through years of sacrifice, responsibility, and unwavering commitment to service.
Today, I stand not as a product of chance, but as a reflection of perseverance, accountability, and purposeful leadership. My story is one of consistency, credibility, and capacity, values that continue to define my vision for service to the people.
Ṣẹ̀kẹ̀rẹ̀ - My translation.
Do not measure my life by the fate of the Ṣẹ̀kẹ̀rẹ̀ (Beaded gourd rattle),
Sekere - Opulent with cowries,
whose rattle shepherds successul occasions home
Only to be forgotten when the table of spoils is set.
The Egbere does not know another song.
From the forest depths, it carries only tears - wailing is its identity, grief its only fluency.
And so it shall be for every hand raised against our ascent:
Their harvest shall come, and it shall be watered with the very tears they planted.
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After saying AMEN.
I was in a queue at a POS stand in Lagos when a little boy, maybe 10 years old, walked up.
He handed the agent ₦500 and said, “Aunty, help me send it to my mummy.”
The agent asked, “Where is your mummy dey?”
He replied, “Hospital.”
Everyone went quiet.
She asked again, “Why did you not go with her?”
The boy looked down and said,
“The doctor said they won’t touch her until we bring money.”
Nobody spoke for a few seconds.
Then the woman behind me stepped forward and said,
“How much do they need?”
Before you knew it, strangers started contributing.
That day, I realised something:
In Nigeria, people are struggling, but they still show up for one another.
CAC Pastors in Osun State Declare Support for Bola Oyebamiji and Benjamin Adereti as Governorship and Deputy Governorship Candidates.
Says — Adeleke is not man of his words.