No one is excluded from God’s love! With our unique pasts, mistakes, and sufferings, each one of us remains precious in the Lord’s eyes. Jesus revealed this to us in His every encounter, gesture, and word. He loved us to the very end, showing us that he believed in the power of love to change even the hardest of hearts. #ApostolicJourney #EquatorialGuinea
This year I witnessed something that has refused to leave my mind.
A man I know in Abuja, had the biggest opportunity of his career. A real, life changing deal. The kind that can move you and your family into a new chapter forever. He prepared for weeks. Studied every detail my team and I even assisted him to put some structures in place. He rehearsed every answer. He was ready.
Then the morning of the meeting…..everything fell apart.
His fiancée started a fight.
Something small. Something that could have waited.
But it did not.
Texts. Long calls. Voice notes. Accusations. Tears.
Threats to leave. Demands for attention.
Emotional warfare on the one morning he desperately needed peace.
He kept saying, “Please. I have a very important meeting. Let me handle this when I get back”.
It did not stop.
By the time he walked into the boardroom, he was already finished.
He was late, his eyes were tired, mind scattered and a heavy heart.
He called me, I was like “guy how far, goodnews?”
He said “Slim I need your help, I am in trouble”
My man couldn’t even put himself together….. lover boy.
He tried to speak but the confidence was gone.
He forgot things he knew by heart.
He was not the man they believed in.
He was simply a man trying to hold himself together.
And right there…. the deal slipped away.
Afterwards he called. I went to the venue. He sat in silence afterwards. Phone still buzzing. But he just stared at it. No anger. No reaction. Just that empty look people get when they finally realize how expensive emotional chaos can be.
Not expensive in money.
Expensive in destiny.
Sometimes the biggest threat to your future is not the competition.
It is the constant storm in your personal life.
Peace is not luxury.
Peace is focus.
Peace is clarity.
Peace is survival.
He is going into 2026 starting from zero again. Not because he was lazy. Not because he was unprepared.
But because the one person who should have protected his focus….. became the reason he lost it.
Love should steady you.
Not drain you.
Not shake your mind before the moment that matters most.
Choose partners who understand timing.
Choose partners who respect your work.
Choose partners who do not pick the worst possible moment to pull you into emotional chaos.
Because sometimes…. one argument at the wrong time
Can cost you the opportunity you waited your whole life to meet.
A kid gate crashed his mom's zoom interview and wanted to talk to me. She visibly embarassed and was trying to get rid of him. I told her to relax and took 5 mins to speak to the kid. He eventually left and the interview continued. At the end I told the her that I enjoyed talking to her and her son and that she can feel free to bring him along for the in person interview. We have some video games and food that he would like. She took up that offer. We eventually hired her - she was an excellent C++ dev. Years later she said that it was a pivotal moment of kindness that changed her career. It's one of my prouder moments in a rather cut throat career/industry.
“Can I bring my baby to the interview?”
The message came in at 11 PM:
“Hi, I have an interview with you tomorrow at 2 PM. My childcare fell through. Can I bring my 8-month-old? I understand if you need to reschedule.”
Old me would have rescheduled.
Unprofessional. Distraction. Red flag.
New me replied:
“Absolutely. See you tomorrow.”
She showed up with her baby on her hip.
She apologized three times before even sitting down.
Ten minutes in, the baby started crying.
She tried to soothe him while answering questions.
She apologized again.
I stopped the interview and said:
“Hey. You’re managing a fussy baby, answering complex questions, and staying calm under pressure. That’s literally the job. Handling chaos while staying professional. You’re already proving you can do it.”
Her eyes filled with tears.
We hired her.
She’s been with us for a year now.
The most reliable team member we have.
Why?
Because when you’re used to handling a screaming infant at 3 AM and still showing up to work the next day, workplace stress feels like nothing.
Working parents, especially mothers, are some of the most organized, efficient, and resilient people you’ll ever hire.
Yet we lose them because our hiring processes are built for people with zero caregiving responsibilities.
If your interview process can’t accommodate a parent facing a childcare issue, you’re not filtering for professionalism.
You’re filtering for privilege.
Yesterday, 3M people found my weird obsession with cognitive biases.
A "cognitive bias" is a systematic error in thinking that destroys decision-making.
7 more of the most powerful (and dangerous) cognitive biases I've found: 🧵
1. Confirmation Bias:
If you want a better life, be intentional. With who you spend time with, what you work on, what you tolerate, what you say yes to, what you say no to, and what you let leave your mouth. None of these things are neutral. They’re either building your future, or quietly eroding it.
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The Widow's Faith.
The poor people with little or no savings in their bank accounts, no landed or property investments, who merely survive by their daily struggles and still contribute to the upkeep of the clergy are the real modesl or heroes of faith and trust in God, not the priests and pastors whose store rooms are full from such contributions.
If we haven't learned this from the widow's mite, we are not studying the scriptures well, we are just glossing over them. Everyone of us on the pulpit whose welfare come from the people's generosity should admire and appreciate them and not hustle them or make them admire us.
We are the beneficiaries of their faith in God. The widow's mite came from the widow's faith and trust in God, leading into abundance for the minister.
Every day, Nigerian children sit in classrooms that were never built for learning.
A school with broken roofs.
A laboratory without equipment.
Students sharing one textbook between 5.
These stories rarely make the news, and when they remain invisible, progress stalls.
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I think one of the biggest lessons I learned this year is that peace is something you build. It doesn’t just show up. You create it by letting go, setting boundaries, and refusing to carry what isn’t yours.
My Dad went on a spiritual journey for me.
While I was still in school, there was this guy who was obsessed with me.
It wasn't normal, and I hadn't experienced it before.
He would send me endless cryptic messages, tell me he wanted to marry me, and, in the same vein, threaten me that I didn't have a choice.
For the first few weeks, I kept it to myself, but he sent me one particular message, and I knew right there that it was beyond me.
So I went into my Dad’s home office and told him everything that’s been happening and showed him all the messages.
That same week, this guy came to my parents' house, demanded to see me, and nobody opened the gate for him.
He slept outside all night long.
When we woke up in the morning, he was there.
That was the scariest thing I had experienced up to that point.
It was clear that he had a mental illness.
I can't quite recall all the measures my dad took to protect me, but I can not forget one thing he did.
He went on a 7-day fast.
He did the first 3 days dry and had only liquids until day 7.
He also had vigils every night without involving me or anyone else.
Even though I had the problem, I had full meals during that period.
After those 7 days, I did not hear from this guy again.
Not one message, not an appearance, nothing.
My Dad is my superhero.
He would always say, a time will come in your life when your human capabilities and knowledge will fail you.
Don't forget to keep God central in your life.
That was one of the miracles I experienced in my life, and I have my Dad to thank for it.
I hated having long hair because it was always in the way when I played outside. my mom didn’t tell me “you’re a boy on the inside,” instead she took the time to French braid my long hair everyday before I went out to play.
I hated wearing dresses because I’d scrape my knees wearing them while I played outside. Not once did my mom say “you’re a boy on this inside,” instead my mom bought me a bunch of cute wranglers just like hers to protect my little legs.
I hated wearing sparkles and sequins because they were itchy. Not once did my mom ever say “you’re a boy on the inside.” Instead my Mom went out and found me a bunch of t shirts, all purple because that was my favorite color.
Her solutions were never to multilate me or brainwash me because my parents were not mentally ill suffering from munchausen.
there was no option to be a boy. I was a girl, and would soon grow up to be a woman. I’m so thankful for the parents that I had.
90% of problems? You created them yourself. By avoiding decisions. By ignoring priorities. By failing to speak clearly.
The fix? Own it. Simplify. Act.
PSA:
If you're a Nigerian in Nigeria and anybody comes to you with an offer to relocate to Ghana/Cote d'Ivoire/Burkina Faso/any other country in West Africa with a job or hustle supposedly waiting for you, you can safely assume that they intend to traffick you. There is no job anywhere in West Africa. In fact you're more likely to find a job in Nigeria than in any of those places.
If you are female, there is a 99% chance you will end up in the only activity that trafficked women do, and if you are male, you will end up locked up in a house where you will be forced to scam people online, ask your friends and family to send you money (which your captors will seize), or convince other people like you back home to fall into the same trap. If you're REALLY unlucky and young enough, you might end up becoming somebody's slave inside a Galamsey pit, or enslaved to a fisherman somewhere on Lake Volta for the next 8 years (this is actually a thing that happens).
I know this tweet will not change anything, because many of you have been brainwashed into believing that everywhere outside Nigeria is flowing with honey and gold dust and your "star" resides anywhere but Nigeria, but on the off chance that it helps convince 0.1% of potential victims to sit their asses at home and find something to do, instead of becoming anonymous roadkill in Kasoa, then I have done my job.