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Uncle Femi's compound in Shomolu had one unusual feature ..
A long wooden bench by the entrance gate.
It wasn't there for security, nor decoration.
Every evening around 7pm, Uncle Femi would come out, sit on that bench, and greet everyone coming in.
"Welcome." "How was your day?" "Hope you had a good one."
At first, new tenants found it awkward.
After a long day in Lagos, the last thing you want is a conversation.
Some would rush past with forced smiles.
But Uncle Femi never stopped. Slowly, something changed.
People began to slow down. Sit for just two minutes. Those two minutes would turn into small conversations. Then laughter. Then familiarity. Then good vibes.
Soon, the bench became a meeting point.
A banker discussing with a tailor.
A student asking a Nurse for advice.
Someone sharing food.
Someone borrowing charger.
Nothing pre-planned, just people existing together.
Then one evening, Uncle Femi didn't come out.
7pm passed. The bench was empty.
Tenants noticed, but everyone assumed he was resting.
By 8pm, one woman said: "Has anyone seen Uncle Femi today?"
Silence.
Another tenant mentioned he hadn't opened his door since morning.
Something felt wrong. For a moment, everyone hesitated.
Then one of them stood up. "Let's check."
They knocked. No response. The hesitation broke. Within minutes, five people were at his door.
They called his name, louder this time. Still nothing.
They forced the door open.
Uncle Femi was inside, lying on the floor, weak, barely conscious.
Everything moved fast after that. Someone called for a car. Another grabbed water. Someone stayed by his side, talking to him, keeping him awake.
They took him to the hospital.
Uncle Femi survived.
If that bench didn't exist, who knows what might have happened to Uncle Femi?
If those small daily conversations never happened, it would have been a quiet death for Uncle Femi.
In many modern apartments, especially in busy places like Lagos, people live side by side but don't actually know each other. Everyone is behind doors, headphones in, minding their business to the extreme.
Let us care!Let us be present!
Let us bring back community!
I saw a post from a dad that said he does a "family presentation night" once a month.
Each kid picks a topic. Practices it. Presents it.
His 8-year-old presented on dinosaurs.
Eye contact. Q&A. The whole thing.
My first reaction was that's extra.
My second reaction was that kid is going to eat in job interviews.
Two things can be true at once: they did the best they knew, and some of us still carry the cost of what they didn’t know.
Empathy shouldn’t erase accountability, and accountability shouldn’t erase empathy. The real work now is breaking the cycle, learning what they didn’t, healing what they couldn’t, and doing better for the next generation.
So we need to start empowering boy child to create a safer environment for the girl child and letting boy child to know that its also their responsibility to end sexual violence ,end child marriage ,end school dropouts among girl child @BusogaRun
#endsexualvoilence
Don’t fight your nature. Use it:
● If you overthink, use it to analyze deeply
● If you sleep a lot, use the energy when you are awake
● If you are quiet, become a great observer
● If you are emotional, turn it into empathy
● If you are stubborn, use it as persistence
● If you question everything, become a truth seeker
● If you get obsessed, master one craft
● If you are impatient, build momentum quickly
● If you are sensitive, notice what others miss
● If you prefer solitude, use it to build and think
● If you doubt yourself, let it push you to prepare better
● If you feel different, create your own path
Stop trying to become someone else.
Master who you already are.
When you touch ₦50m before June 2026, the worst mistake na to put everything into one business wey fit stress you.
Smart people for Nigeria dey spread money into cashflow businesses wey people already dey pay for every day.
Oya come see this ₦50m business playbook:
1. LPG (Cooking Gas) Plant , ₦15m
Gas consumption for Nigeria don explode.
Open a mini cooking gas refill plant in a busy residential area.
Families, restaurants and food vendors go dey refill every day.
2. Poultry Farm (Layers) ₦10m
Eggs na one of the most consumed foods in Nigeria.
With good management, 2,000–3,000 layers fit produce steady daily income through egg sales.
3. Mini Plastic Recycling Business ₦8m
Plastic waste dey everywhere.
Buy PET bottles from waste collectors, process them and supply recycling factories.
Demand for recycled plastics dey grow fast.
4. Car Wash + Auto Care Spot ₦7m
Busy roads or estates dey perfect for this.
Add:
• car wash
• interior cleaning
• engine wash
• tyre polish
Small service businesses like this dey bring daily cash flow.
5. Local Rice Processing / Packaging ₦5m
Buy rice from farmers, process and sell under your own brand to local markets and retailers.
Nigerians love locally branded food products.
6. Emergency / Opportunity Cash ₦5m
Always keep some liquidity for unexpected opportunities or business expansion.
The goal no be to form big man for town.
The goal na to build multiple income streams quietly.
Five years later people go ask you:
“How you take do am?”
Meanwhile na small smart decisions like this.
You dey see the pattern?
Oya touch that follow button make you self guide this year.
If your day revolves around staying indoor all day and doom scrolling, and you have this urge to try something different.
here's a list of things you should consider doing
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This post made me remember the book "Homegoing" by Yaa Gyasi.
Maame's generation—Effia and Esi. It was indeed a beautiful book and it was definitely worth my time.
I recommend it 😊.
Well, when a child is conceived, the DNA split is 50/50 from both parents. Except for one small detail: mitochondrial DNA. It’s passed down only through the mother and never through sperm.
Which means something interesting: all living humans can trace their mitochondrial line back to one woman, not one man.
And every daughter born continues passing that same line forward.
Happy Women’s Day 💐