Idris Abdulrasheed Adeiza just shared his 200-level, 1st-semester result with me.
I discovered this star boy in a remote village in Okene, Kogi State in 2024.
I saw his zeal and determination and decided to take a bet on him. It worked out.
He is currently studying Software Engineering at the Federal University of Technology, Akure.
We have lots of stars hidden in remote places like Idris that are yet to be discovered.
I got this beautiful message from Don Anele Munachimso.
Read below…
Good morning sir. I am Don-Anele Munachimso Marvelous, the boy you gave the opportunity to display God's faithfulness in this generation.
I'm full of gratitude to you, for allowing God to use you to achieve this feat, you gave me space when I lacked one, you gave me breath when I was about to choke, indeed, you are a special gift, not only to me, but to my generation, thank you for making it happen. Thank you for giving meaning to my existence, with a grateful heart, I say thank you and God bless you.
Thank you sir.
This is THE MAN OF THE YEAR.
Alex Onyia is vindicated! He is my MVP.
When he defended some of the children in his CBT Testing centers, he knew exactly what he was doing. Those children are on FIRE! Alex could vouch for some of them — because he knew that JAMB & WAEC are a walk in the park.
Next time, when he calls out WAEC or JAMB, listen! Don’t reduce everything to tribe or Miracle centers. He has invested heavily in those children. I won’t forget when he ordered (1000 pieces of low cost — fairly used Lenovo Thinkpad PCs from Germany) in a hurry.
He even promised to order thousands more! He keeps fighting for education. He fought for the students of UNN to have better hostels.
He hosts Math Olympiad & trains teachers & pupils. He single-handedly put education back on the map. His advocacy has become an established powerhouse. Alex is global now!
The Presidency are confused. They don’t know how to congratulate the children for winning 12 Gold medals & 3 silver at the STEM Olympiad in Rome, Italy. Congratulating the children could easily be interpreted as promoting Peter Obi.
The world-class performance of the children is why the government must begin to invest in education & sponsor education tournaments.
Their victory is why tribalism & bigotry must die for Nigeria to rise. Aso Rock would have taken all the glory. All they needed to do was reach out & bankroll the children. Congratulating the Geniuses is easy for Peter Gregory Obi.
After all, education is his strongest suit. 👏👏
When I got to Rome this morning, I was presented with this beautiful certificate.
The Romans are happy that we came to compete.
The world will celebrate our superstars.
This math teacher, Anthony Iwegbu, walked up to me today to tell me that he is the first in his lineage to have gone abroad. He said that bringing him to Rome, all expenses paid, will change his life forever as a teacher.
At first I didn’t believe it, but I’m happy that his effort as a teacher has made that possible for him.
I really love to see our teachers excel. They have been neglected for so long.
I found out my son wasn’t mine when he was 8. I still gave him all my love.
On his 18th birthday, he inherited a large sum from his biological dad. He took it and left.
No news. No replies to my calls. I thought I’d lost him for good.
25 days later, I got a frantic call…
Don't let yesterday's worries steal today's peace. Start this day with faith, determination, and a positive mindset. Every small step you take today is progress.
Wishing you a day filled with favor, success, and good news. 🙏
Can I tell you one thing I've discovered in my walk with the Holy Spirit?
Beyond being a guide, the Holy Spirit is the greatest conversation partner you'll ever have.
In short, there is no gist partner like the Holy Spirit.
The day you grow to the point where He comes to you for a chat, demands your attention, or interrupts your day because He wants fellowship with you, YOU HAVE WON FOR LIFE.
Because beyond power, beyond gifts, beyond breakthroughs, nothing compares to being wanted by God Himself.
Last Thursday night I ran out of fuel on Third Mainland Bridge.
11pm.
Phone at 2%.
No powerbank.
I want to tell you what happened next.
I pushed the hazard lights on and sat in the car.
Trying to think.
Cars were flying past me.
Nobody slowed down.
Not one person.
Lagos at night on that bridge is a different kind of alone.After about 15 minutes I saw headlights slow down behind me.
A danfo bus.
Old. Battered. One headlight slightly dim.
The driver came down.
Big man. Rough looking. Dirty shirt. Chewing something.
My first thought was fear.
My second thought was I had no choice.He looked at my car.
Looked at me.
Said "fuel?"
I nodded.
He didn't say anything else.
Just went back to his bus.
I thought he was leaving.
He wasn't.He came back with a small gallon.
Maybe two liters.
Old plastic container with a rubber pipe attached.
Like he kept it specifically for situations like this.
He poured it into my tank without being asked.
Without negotiating.
Without even looking at me for approval.I started the car.
It came on.
I came down immediately and opened my wallet.
I had ₦15,000 on me.
I held it out to him.
He looked at the money.
Then looked at me.
And shook his head.I thought he wanted more.
I told him it was all I had.
He said "keep am."
Just like that.
Keep am.
I stood there confused.
This man just helped a stranger on a bridge at 11pm and didn't want anything.I asked him why.
He leaned against his bus.
Took a long breath.
And said something I have not stopped thinking about since.He said in 1998 he broke down on that same bridge.
Night time.
Pregnant wife in the passenger seat.
No phone. No money. No fuel.
He said he sat there for almost an hour crying and praying.Then a man in a big car stopped.
Suit and tie.
Looked like someone who had no business stopping for a danfo driver.
But he stopped.
Bought fuel from somewhere.
Came back.
Filled his tank.
Refused every kobo he offered.
Said only one thing before he drove off."Pass am forward."
That was it.
Pass am forward.
The man in the suit drove away and he never saw him again.
25 years he carried those three words.
Third Mainland Bridge.
Waiting for his own turn to use them.I stood on that bridge and didn't know what to say.
This man had been holding onto someone else's kindness for 25 years.
And he chose me to give it to.
A stranger in a car he had never seen before.He got back into his danfo.
Gave me one nod.
And drove off into the night.
I stood there watching his one dim headlight disappear.
Holding ₦15,000 I couldn't give away.I sat back in my car for a long time before I drove off.
Thinking about the man in the suit in 1998.
Who had no idea what he started.
A chain of kindness that crossed 25 years and found me on the same bridge.I don't know who that danfo driver is.
I don't know his name.
But somewhere in Lagos tonight he is driving that old bus.
With one dim headlight.
And a heart that has been quietly changing lives since 1998.
Pass am forward.
*What are you passing forward today*?
Karma!!!!!
You will definitely reap something some day.
Depends on what you have been sowing!!!!
Chukwuemeka, Divine Mmachukwu!
Happy Birthday, World JQ! ✊🏽✨
You may not know it yet, but your impact has only just begun.
The seeds you’ve sown are about to return as results.
Results that will spark a boomerang effect of impact across nations, communities, and generations.
Once again, let’s make Jesus proud! ✊🏽
Welcome to your year of flight, influence, and divine relevance.