Imagine watching a video like this, hearing international feats of a child like this.
And the first thing that comes to your mind, as a 50 year old is to open a space session in order to tear him & his fellow peers down.
@OgbeniDipo it will not sound for you.
What people refer to as ''investing'' actually exists on a spectrum, from money in savings accounts/low interest government treasuries (what Iyin is probably referring to as lazy) to more active, value add investing.
In my article, I actually explain how Elon Musk could be seen as a very good private equity investor as he actually wasnt the founder of quite a few of the companies that he is known for.
Read the full article here: https://t.co/UUkb0wofhE
Everytime I travel, I look up how much that country makes from tourism yearly.
International tourists bring 50M euros to Italy every year. It saddens me how much Nigeria leaves at the table because we can't figure out our shit.
On my Taormina trip, this cable car cost me 6 euros. We were 12 in one cable car. 10 cable cars at once. Bi directional trips at once. A trip was 4 mins from the top of the mountain to the beach side.
Every 4 mins, this station pulls in €1,400. Per hour, that's 21K easy.
In a day's work, that's 500K - half a million.
Every month, this singular station pulls in 15M euros. One tiny station in a remote city that's managed to magnet the world yearly.
The world has left us behind. We just dey fool dey go.
Roberto Martinez is proof in this world that even big corporations can get fooled by people who can talk a good game but lack good logical thinking.
1. Playing a style where you want to suffer without the ball when you have Nuno, Vitinha & Neves who can help you dominate, is extremely stupid.
2. Going back to Félix after Leão wins you the Croatia match & looks good vs Colombia as a sub, is objectively stupid.
3. Not using Ramos after Cristiano has only looked like a box threat in one match vs lowly Uzbekistan, is objectively stupid.
Everyone I’ve spoken with who is currently serving in government has told me that this Prince Adeniyi case is simply a scam, but when I start asking questions, none of them has been able to answer.
Yes, you can forge an appointment letter and claim that you are a DG but appointment letters are signed by the SGF not the COS. Who allegedly issued his appointment letter or what signature is his allegedly forged appointment letter showing?
Someone higher than a DG must ask that you be allocated office space in the Federal Secretariat. Who made that request?
Someone higher than a DG must write asking that you be given an alleged take-off grant. You cannot yourself write to the Budget Office and the Office of the Accountant General that you should be given a take-off grant. Who allegedly wrote?
How did the agency get into the budget?
Usually, you will go for budget defence as part of a cohort. In this case, it will probably be as part of the State House cohort. Who defended or coordinated the defence of the budget estimates before the National Assembly before they were appropriated?
Did the guy earn a salary in the more than one year he was there? If so, who documented him and asked that he be paid?
With which money was the guy running the office for more than one year if nothing was allegedly released?
Who allegedly wrote to the CBN asking them to open an account for the ‘Council’? The ‘Council’ cannot just walk into CBN and ask to open an account, as if it’s a commercial bank looking for customers.
Who allegedly approved the ‘Council’s’ manning levels and who allegedly approved the waiver to recruit 300 staff?
Was the guy allegedly really that good? Or were there egregious failings at multiple points in the system?
These questions and more are often met with deafening silence. Everyone sighs heavily and uses the ubiquitous expression “Na waa.” Me sef, I sigh heavily and answer “Na real waa!”
This is a case of the proverbial tse tse that has landed on the scrotum. Leave it and it will cause sickness and pain. Swat it and it will cause pain because of its location.
Anyhow you look at it, there are questions begging for answers. And whatever the answers will be, they will not be good.
Still, I hope that there’ll be some answers soon…for the sake of our public administration system.
I am Ezemmuo. I know things.
Deciding to give the court power over your relationship, which is what marriage is by the way, is a choice - especially if you live in the West.
The Marital laws in the West doesn’t make any sense. I wonder why they have not pressured their law makers to change it.
He: For several years, I believed I was not a good marriage material.
I was married but the marriage felt like hell fire
Everyday was war.
In my own way, I tried to make the marriage work, but the circumstances were always out of my control.
For instance, my wife took instructions from her mother daily via phone call. If I ask her to do anything or if the family needs to do anything, unless her mother approves, it will not be done.
Every month when she receives her salary, fifty per cent goes to her parents, but I dared not send money to my own parents because I am the man and fending for the family was my responsibility.
When I called her attention to it, she said I was shameless for daring to ask her how she spent her own salary.
This made me dislike her parents, and I was almost always avoiding them.
She would come to me randomly, saying her mother or father wanted to say hello to me on the phone, and I would shoo her away.
She would then document my actions and make it a talking point anytime we have a disagreement (which was always).
I cannot remember being happy in that marriage, even for one day.
My family was not welcome in our house, but her family members would troop in at will.
One day I chased them all away, just as she chased my family members away, too.
The chasm between us just got wider and wider.
Yes, we did counselling, but even during counselling, all she was interested in was that the counsellor must blame me for all the things she says I have done wrong while exonerating her for all my complaints.
Any counsellor who dared to be neutral or blame her for anything was considered biased or trying to sleep with me (if she is female).
My marriage was hell.
The marriage eventually crashed after twelve years of bitter rows. We fought until we hated each other so much that the sight of her began to nauseate me.
After our separation, I took stock of my life and told myself it is better to remain single than remarry.
My faults in the marriage were glaring.
I fought back (not physically but in every other way)
A husband was supposed to be a father, a friend, a brother, a lover and a priest to his wife.
He was supposed to be patient and kind and long-suffering.
I didn’t see any of those traits in myself when I did a post-mortem of the marriage.
Thankfully, the marriage produced two children, and I love the children to a fault.
I decided I was not the marrying kind and that I would live my life as a single man while dedicating myself to the care of my children.
Three years went by. Not the best of times, but I survived. I stayed alone and focused on improving myself.
Then I met a lady.
She was working with the United Nations and had just been posted to Nigeria from her country
We talked for a bit, and she told me she was looking for accommodation in a safe environment.
I didn’t know why I offered her a room in my house till today
Maybe I was lonely or missed the company of another person in my house.
This woman moved into my guest room.
She minded her space, and so did I.
I would wake up to the sound of hymns playing on the TV while she worked.
She worked most of the time remotely as a procurement officer.
I also worked remotely, and I cherished my space a lot.
With my ex-wife, whenever I was alone in my office working, she would barge in and start screaming, “You will hole up here and pretend to be working all day because you are avoiding me. You must be talking to another woman! Or why are you always on your laptop or your phone? Are you an emotional cheat? You must be talking to another woman somewhere!” (My ex-wife sees ghosts everywhere around me. She was always conjuring scenarios of strange women wanting me or me wanting them, and whenever I call her attention to it, she would say, “It is because you don’t love me enough and that means you are loving someone else somewhere or want to”)
With this new lady, I enjoyed my space and the tranquillity of watching a woman who enjoyed her own space too.
We rarely saw each other.
I had a chef, and all my meals were brought to my room upstairs, while her meals were taken to her at her workstation or room downstairs.
Whenever we saw each other, we had a polite conversation which rarely lasted for five minutes.
One evening, I had to travel out of town to meet a client.
I sent this lady a message that I was travelling out of town for a few days. I showered, dressed up and packed my bags.
As I was leaving the house, she emerged from her room with her box too
She said she does not want to stay in the house alone
That was how we went on my trip together and landed in the same hotel room when we got to our destination.
I offered to get her a room at the same hotel but she waved it off and said “she had no intention of inconveniencing me further than she had done by tagging along. She said she would stay in my room and mind her space”
And she did.
By day two, however, we cuddled, and things got out of hand.
I expected chaos afterwards, but it never came.
She was still peaceful, thoughtful, kind, patient, minded her business, did not make me feel inadequate in any way or insist that I had done something wrong or something to offend her, like my ex-wife always did.
I couldn’t believe it.
A woman who didn’t ask me why I didn’t compliment her for her performance on the bed or give her a review.
She didn’t live for my validation or lack of it.
She just enjoyed being herself.
She didn’t ask for head in exchange for head, she didn’t demand that I lose my identity because she is in my life
She didn’t make herself the alpha and omega of my emotional reality
She allowed me to function and to also sit by myself and think without demanding that she must be the only entity I think about, either for good or bad.
After we became lovers and I saw all the joys she brought to me, I fell in love with her.
We began to talk of marriage
I travelled with her to meet her parents as a friend
I met her siblings
I really liked her life.
All the while I was in court with my ex-wife, battling her for shared custody of the children.
Eventually, the verdict was given, and it was joint custody
I shared the good news with this lady, and she changed immediately
She said she didn’t know I had children or that I was divorced
She said she cannot marry a divorcee or care for any man’s children
I understood.
When the children came around, she locked herself in the guest room all day so as not to meet with them and only came out of the room after they had gone to bed.
She complained about everything the children touched or did.
“I heard the water running in one bathroom; they left the tap open”
“Control them, they are making too much noise”
“You must discipline them, don’t be a weak father”
“Leave them with their mother; must they come to spend time with you?”
My phone buzzed with complaints from her every minute about the children until at a point she asked me to return them to their mother if i truly loved her.
I ignored her messages after that
I had missed my children and would never trade them for any woman under this heaven
She really didn’t take the intrusion of the children into our Garden of Eden very well.
I decided I wanted my children in my life, and I told her so
She cried and asked me what that meant
I told her I cannot marry her
She moved out that same day, even though I told her she could return to the guest room so that we could return to how we were before we became lovers
She said I wanted to keep her around, knowing we would continue to have sex without any form of commitment from me.
We parted ways
Being with her for that one year made me realise I was the one who got married to the wrong woman.
Being with her also made me realise I needed a wife
Her profile fitted me, but for her religious beliefs and dislike for children
I needed a woman who wouldn’t be demanding attention all the time, insisting on public display of affection even if it made me feel uncomfortable. I needed a woman who wouldn’t mind me being in my own space all day, without nagging me for being at peace with the world
I needed a woman who has been weaned off her mother’s breasts and is happy being herself and happy being by herself without constantly buffeting me with one issue or the other.
I set out to search for that woman, and I found her.
A happy soul who loves children and was willing to marry a divorcee and share my world with me.
I found her four months later.
I am currently married to her, and I cannot recall an hour that I am not grateful for the peace and tranquility that I now enjoy.
Men should find the woman that fits them and not assume that they can be happily married to every woman that is out there desperately looking for a husband to marry.
God bless you, sir and thank you for the good work you are doing.
Thank you for introducing my wife to me and helping me understand my journey and identity in Christ.
God bless you, sir
National Assembly that should interrogate these issues have been largely interned by the Executive. This how they watched the former government breach CBN W&M limits until Executive showed up with N23tn hangover at the last minute. Guess who paying for the inflationary effect?
Institutional accountability is the weakest line in this democracy.
Boniface is a very cool guy. He even took out time to explain haha.
I cannot believe someone is telling a professional that he doesn't know what he's saying. Twitter is not a real place I swear😂
Someone asked me today, "how does it feel to grow and watch your parents age"?
His parents died while he was 10 and he practically had to raise himself because his parent's relations didn't do what they ought to do.
Life has a way of reminding you of your privileges.