Adeyemi Ahmad A.A

A potential polymath building a startup from Med school.

Building an 8fig company powering dreams of students and techies. I tweet about life, tech & business.

[Adeyemi Ahmad A.A @Maverick_Adey]

I build websites that help increase brand value, earn more sales and ultimately increase revenue - for brands and businesses.

Founder,HOK: powering dreams of Nigerian students, techies, doctors and even military personnels with provision of affordable, warranty-backed gadgets 🇳🇬

[Ar-risaalah Publications @ArrisaalahPubs]

There is this Manchester-based 50 year old adult yet a "boy", Abdullah Jallow who seems to have no knowledge or skill except to insult and to proudly announce his age at any chance. Oh, and to announce his 25/30 years of following his masters around, with no observable traces of knowledge nor any respect for the people of knowledge except his masters.

​I have realized that this individual mistakes the way noble people ignore his unruly behavior and sharp tongue as him presenting "evidence" and "harsh truths." But no! It is merely prattling, babbling, and a display of his lack of religious knowledge and basic common sense.

​Regarding your question: "Where is the evidence for the Tabdee' against Abu 'Iyād?"

​Firstly, I haven't seen any authentic chain of transmission clearly stating that Sh. 'Arafāt declared him to be an innovator.

​Secondly, even if it is established that he was truly declared an innovator, why is it such a big deal? When a person opposes the foundational beliefs of Ahl as-Sunnah, he is declared a mubtadi'.

​Or are you unaware that Abu 'Iyād claimed that disputes between duaat should not be referred back to the scholars? Even after people of knowledge corrected him, he remained stubbornly devoted to this false principle and continued to defend it!

​Moreover, if we are talking about false tabdī', is there anyone more guilty of it than you and your ilk? Nizār branded everyone who does not support his transgressions as "Hizb Jadeed" and has repeated this several times. Do you care to ask him for his evidence for that?

​He branded Sh. Salāh Kantūsh a Hizbī and Shaykh Ahmad Bādukhūn a Haddādi. Where is his evidence for this tabdī'?

​Fawwāz al-Madkhali branded everyone who does not follow them as "Sūfiyyatul Bukhāri." What was his evidence for that?

​The uncaptured thief is now trying to arrest the farmer. You and your ilk are the ones who have branded Salafis with false tabdī' countless times, yet you still shed crocodile tears to present yourselves as the victims. Mr. Jallow, fear Allah.

​The description of him being a "plant" is highly fitting for anyone who divides the Muslims and tries to turn them away from their scholars, just as Abu 'Iyād is doing. A person who divides the Salafis because his ego prevents him from retracting an error he was refuted for is surely a plant of Shaytān!

​Lastly, 'Ali Al-Hudhayfi and Abu 'Iyād have been falsely branding Sh. 'Arafāt a "plant" for a while now- why didn't we see all this crying from you then?

​If you continue to disrespect those who are teaching and defending the Deen of Allah, the people of Sunnah will not stand by and let you cause mischief on the earth.

​Mubārak Ismail

[Adeyemi Ahmad A.A @Maverick_Adey]

@ArrisaalahPubs The sad thing about this whole issue: there was an easy way out. Abu Iyyad's swallowing his pride and admitting his error. But no! He couldn't be wrong!

He has spearheaded this splitting of the Salafis from the East to the West, based on medically refutable virology theories.

[Adeyemi Ahmad A.A @Maverick_Adey]

@ArrisaalahPubs The double standards is pathetic!

Jallow and his scholars have named people "suffiyatu Bukhari", called a scholar an Hadaadi, called Shaykh Arafat a "plant" - all baseless accusations but when Abu Iyyad is called a plant, and rightly so, you start convulsing.
How pathetic!

[Adeyemi Ahmad A.A @Maverick_Adey]

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[Adeyemi Ahmad A.A @Maverick_Adey]

@0x_Kachi Sorry about that. You said "it's usually the Healthcare system".

That is the point I'm contesting, you can't use a few scenarios to make that point.

P.S: I'm a final year medical student, I have seen a lot.

[Adeyemi Ahmad A.A @Maverick_Adey]

@MrCharlesky Hi. I need this for someone.

[Asanwa.sol @Chizitere_xyz]

This makes me remember; Osas is a 32-year-old banker on Akpakpava Road in Benin City. Like everyone else, he is tired. His Branch Manager is demanding, and his bills are mounting.

Every evening at 6:00 PM, when he closes his laptop, his body begs him to go home to his apartment in Ugbor, shower, and collapse.
​But for the past two years, Osas hasn’t gone straight home.
Every single evening, whether it is raining heavily or the sun is burning, Osas drives in the opposite direction toward a quiet house off Airport Road.

​To see Mama.
​Mama used to be a lioness. She was the woman who ruled Oba Market. She sold lace and fabrics. She was the woman whose voice could silence a noisy line of customers. She was the pillar who raised three children alone after Papa died.

But Dementia is a thief. It didn’t steal her all at once; it stole her piece by piece.

​Now, Mama sits in a chair by the window, staring at the red dust of the Benin streets, lost in a world Osas cannot enter.
​
Every evening at 7:00 PM, Osas walks into that room.
Mama looks up. Her eyes, once sharp as an eagle's, are now cloudy and vacant.
​She looks at her own son, the boy she carried for nine months, and asks the question that tears Osas’s soul apart every night:

"Oga, who you be? Wetin you find come here?"

​Every night, Osas swallows the lump in his throat. He forces a smile.
"Mama, na me. Osas. Your pikin."
​She nods politely, like she is greeting a stranger. "Oh, okay. You try. Welcome, sir."
​
Imagine the consistency it takes to show up for someone who doesn't even know you are there.
There is no reward. There is no "Thank you, my son." There is no recognition.

​Some days, Osas is angry. He wants to scream at the universe. He wants to stop going. Why am I wasting fuel and time inside this Ring Road traffic? She doesn't even know!
But he goes anyway.
​
He sits on the small stool beside her. He brings out a tube of her favorite Robb ointment.

He takes her hands. Those hands used to count money, cook banga soup for the whole street, and discipline him when he was stubborn. Now, they are frail, wrinkled, and trembling.
​He gently rubs the cream into her skin. He massages her swollen knuckles. He sings the old Benin choruses she used to love, even though she doesn't sing along anymore.
He tells her about his day, about the crazy customer at the bank, knowing she understands none of it.
​He does this for one hour. Every. Single. Night.

One particularly bad Tuesday, it rained heavily in Benin. The roads were flooded. Osas’s car had overheated near Sapele Road. He was soaked, broke, and exhausted.
He finally walked into Mama’s room, late and frustrated.

She was agitated. She was yelling.
When she saw Osas, she screamed, "Comot for here! Thief! Who send you come my house!"
​Osas broke.
He dropped the cream. It clattered loudly on the tiled floor. Tears burst out of his eyes. He couldn't take it anymore. The unrewarded consistency was killing him.
He turned to leave. He was done. He was going home.
​As he reached the door, he heard a faint, shaky voice behind him.
He stopped.
Mama had picked up the cream. Her hands were shaking violently as she tried to open it, but she couldn't handle the simple mechanics.

​She looked up at Osas, her eyes wet, terrified by her own helplessness. In that split second, the fog seemed to clear just a fraction.
​She whispered, in a voice that sounded like the Mama of 20 years ago:
**"Osas... my hand dey pain me."
​She didn't remember that he was there yesterday. She wouldn't remember he was there tomorrow.
But in that fleeting moment, she knew him. And she needed him.
​Osas walked back to the chair. He sat down, ignoring his wet clothes. He opened the tin.
He took her hands and started rubbing the cream again, crying bitterly.

A few days ago, Osas called me to say that Mama had passed away.

[Adeyemi Ahmad A.A @Maverick_Adey]

@OloyeSomorin @Reed1Maikudi Hi chief. Really sorry about that incident. Sadly, thinking about that decision will not change anything now.

It is Qadar (Predestination).

[Chibuzor @ChibuOnwurah]

I ran into an old secondary school friend at Enugu airport after more than a decade. After catching up, he asked if I could help check in one of his mum’s bags since I only had hand luggage and we were both heading to Lagos.

I politely declined and offered to pay for the extra luggage instead. He said not to worry and moved on. We haven’t crossed paths again.

It’s sad that life has come to this, but you can’t be too careful.

Kindness is not foolishness.

[D’Colossus @_thecolossus_]

A close friend sent me a life-changing international opportunity he got, and we reminisced on how two years ago, his whole world basically collapsed.

I recall telling him then, that as long as there's life, the Sun will surely shine on him again.

Here we are🍷

Just don't die!

[Adeyemi Ahmad A.A @Maverick_Adey]

Know your hepatitis B status. Protect yourself.

[Akuzuonu🤍🐘 @Choplifedoc]

As a student, I was brave in the face of blood or dissecting cadaver, and I thought nothing could shake my mind.

However, clinical practice changed that narrative. Prior to this I only hear of death or see corpse at burial ceremonies. Nothing prepared me for the heart break neither did I ever picture myself certifying someone dead. You watch these things in series like “House” and feel you’ve been sensitized but the jokes on you. Your bravery is but a mere mortal.

Viral hepatitis was the callous culprit. It would creep in slowly and would remain silent until irreparable damage has been done. Some people are lucky and incidentally it is detected and treatment started early. However this is not the case with all.

One morning while doing ward-round job, I got a call that a patient that was just seen had passed and I’m needed to certify death so transfer can be made to the morgue.

I honestly don’t recall what I did in the 1st 10mins after that call, I think I spaced out because I couldn’t make sense of the news I just heard. I saw this patient everyday, we spoke that morning and relatives were stopping by to visit. We literally had gone through it all (jaundice, pruritus, easy bruising, distended abdomen, seizures, encephalopathy) together and we celebrated every little win that we could from blood results to physical appearance.

I somehow found myself on the ward, did the checks and it dawned on me that this was real, patient was no more. I tried to be strong, tried to be a man but felt like my legs would give way any minute. I wasn’t related to this person, but tears came flooding so I ran. A few months down the line, I became numb to this outcome because I’d seen too much to feel anything.

Hepatitis B and C are still killing people today, early detection is key in managing it.

If you’ve been sharing needles for injecting drugs, using unsterilized tattooing or piercing equipment, and occupational exposure to blood; you are at risk. They can also be spread through unprotected sex and from an infected mother to her baby.

Please have yourself checked today, prevention is better than cure.

[#DoubtlessThouArtMyFather (Isaiah 63:16) @harrydaniyan]

Nigerians can be TARDY!
We have ZERO respect for TIME.

A friend (an Engineer) once called me excitedly, "Haruna! I have a client for you! He's a BIG Man with PLENTY money!"
Ok, sounds interesting...

"When are you free to meet him, I'll make the arrangements!"

Calm down, Sam...

[Adeyemi Ahmad A.A @Maverick_Adey]

Beautiful!

[Leo Dasilva @SirLeoBDasilva]

I remember when I was about to start a building project in ikoyi years ago, this student from Unilag hit me up to work for free but I offered him transport initially. He reminded me of myself when I moved back to Nigeria and offered to work for free at my friends real estate company. His talent was exceptional. Offered him payment for his services in the end.
I was emailed by one of the largest organizations in the world recently about him because they were considering employing him.
I settled down to write a very detailed and great recommendation about all the work he did and how he even started for free. I even attached pictures.
He sent me a message that he got the job this morning.

[ILLIASUL IBAD @IlliasulK]

He came to us in a wheelchair.

A 65-year-old man.
Diabetic.
On dialysis four days a week.
Weak. Thin. Tired.

His right ankle was swollen and hurting so much that he could barely speak.
He held it like something precious, something broken.

His daughter stood beside him.
She was young, but her face looked older from worry.
She had done everything she could—carried his reports, his medicines, his hope.

He had gout before.
Years ago, in the left ankle.
This looked the same.
At least that’s what everyone thought.

They had already tried steroids.
He had taken them for three days.
But the pain didn’t stop.
It only grew.

His uric acid was high — 9 mg/dL.
That fit the story.
Or so we thought.

We examined him.
He was weak from CKD.
But all we could see was “gout” again.

We did an ultrasound of the ankle.
It showed fluid — an effusion.
So we thought:

Could it be infection?
Could it be crystals again?

We planned to aspirate the joint.
That’s what the textbooks say.
That’s what we do every day.

But something felt off.

He was in too much pain.
Pain out of proportion.
Pain that did not behave like gout.
Pain that steroids did not touch.

And then one simple thought came:

“Did anyone do an X-ray?”

We ordered it.

Just a plain X-ray.
Quick. Cheap. Basic.

And there it was.

A fracture.
The medial malleolus was broken.

No fall.
No trauma.
No accident.

Just weak bones from CKD.
Bones that could break with normal walking.
Bones that told us the truth when we finally bothered to look.

This was not a gout flare.
This was a fracture that we almost missed.

His daughter cried.
But this time, it was not fear.

It was relief.

“Someone finally found the real reason,” her eyes said.

And that mattered more than any medicine.

What this man taught us:

•Do not jump to conclusions.

•Even in advanced cases, always start with basics.

•X-rays are powerful, even in a world of MRI and ultrasound.

•CKD doesn’t just damage kidneys — it weakens bones too.

•When treatment doesn’t work, stop. Think again. Look again.

Medicine isn’t only about knowledge.
It is also about pausing.
About asking simple questions.
About seeing what we almost missed.

Never treat just the disease you expect.
Treat the reality in front of you.

One week later — he returned.

This time, on crutches.
Leg in a plaster cast.
Pain finally under control.

And on his face —
a smile brighter than the sun.

He looked at me and said softly:

“Thank you, doctor… .”

Dr Illiasul Ibad

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[Adeyemi Ahmad A.A @Maverick_Adey]

@SirJarus Antepartum Hemorrhage?

[Adeyemi Ahmad A.A @Maverick_Adey]

@ikennaAGHA The hack mentioned in the article was from 2018 tho. Many of the tweets were several years before that.

[Adeyemi Ahmad A.A @Maverick_Adey]

Lol. This is the first time I'm reading around this time in a long while...

[Elvis Obi @TheObiLeonard]

You’re only allowed to interact with this tweet if you’re awake and reading this between 1:00am and 7:00am

[Adeyemi Ahmad A.A @Maverick_Adey]

@TheObiLeonard Lol. This is the first time I'm reading around this time in a long while...

[Iruitegbo! @Onakerireme]

I remember back in uni, we were traveling with Dr. Egbokhare for a contest and one of us threw a piece of thrash out of the window.

She asked her driver to park, and told the person to alight. The trip continued for about 3mins or so. The car was filled with absolute silence. After a while, she asked the driver to circle back.

When we got back, she asked the person; “do you know what you did?”, they replied in the affirmative.

“Next time you throw thrash out of a moving vehicle, I’d treat you like one too”

Lessons were learnt 😂