Abuja will humble you fast.
One minute youโre feeling successful.
Next minute someone younger than you pulls up in a 2025 Range Rover at a random cafe in Wuse 2.
Had an interview with a โcryptoโ recruiter. We talked for about 40 minutes, and then they asked me to look at some code.
Their first instruction was to clone the repo. I didnโt. They seemed surprised, so I told them I wanted a moment to check whether it was safe first.
I ran a quick analysis with Claude.
Turns out the code had a backdoor. It would copy my environment variables and send them to a remote server.
The recruiter went speechless and ended the call pretty quickly.
Be careful who you talk to. Scammers are real.
Jada Pinkett Smith says no matter how hard Will Smith tried to make her happy it didnโt work, adding she later realized it wasnโt his responsibility, which led her to seek happiness in other people while still married, claiming it helped her heal ๐ณ๐ค
I'll try this actually. To try and open the gateway for Nigerians because of the new twitter location feature.
So I'll try and follow 100 people daily starting today.
If you're in tech and I'm not following you, kindly RT this and drop a comment.
If you need $8000 in lovable credits, as long as youโre trying to use lovable to build a startup.
RT this and send me a DM with the name of your startup.
As someone who has worked in three of the Big 4 firms, four times in total (two in Nigeria and two in Canada), I can tell you that what is considered normal in Nigeria should be a crime.
I spent 4 years paying my younger sisterโs school fees. Every single kobo.
The day she graduated, she gave the acknowledgement speech and thanked everyone except me.
I sat in that hall and felt my soul leave my body ๐ญ.
When she got admission, things were tight at home.
I had just started my first job.
I told our parents, "Don't worry. Iโll handle it." And I did.
Every semester. No breaks.
There were months I was eating 0-1-0 so her account wouldn't run dry.
I never told her. I didn't think I needed to.
Graduation day, she looked beautiful. The first graduate in our family.
I was prouder of her than Iโve ever been of myself.
Then she got the mic.
> She thanked God. (Fair).
> She thanked our parents. (Expected).
> She thanked her friends who kept her sane.
> She even thanked her HOD.
Then she sat down.
My mother looked at me. I smiled and looked away, but the clapping felt like it was happening in a different room.
I didnโt say anything that day. Or the week after.
But something in how I moved changed.
I stopped volunteering. Started waiting to be asked. Started noticing who actually noticed me.
People say, "Donโt give to be recognized." I agree to an extent.
But there is a thin line between not needing applause and being erased by the person you bled for.
That's not humility. That's invisibility.
Weโre fine now. I brought it up six months later, calmly.
She cried, and said she was nervous and blanked.
Maybe. Maybe not ๐คท
But I learned something either way.
Sacrifice without communication creates invisible resentment.
Tell people what you are carrying for them. Not to guilt trip them. But because silence makes martyrs, and martyrs make bitter people.
This same dynamic shows up in dating every day.
Youโre playing the provider or the supporter in silence, while your partner thinks you're just an oil money that never runs dry.
Stop accepting the bare minimum of gratitude. If they don't see the sacrifice, they won't value the person making it.
Has someone ever made you feel invisible in a relationship after everything you did for them?
Letโs talk below.๐