@Pamilerin You people should leave us alone na!! We're doing okay... 😀😀😀😀
Avoid dust, avoid too much cold drinks, avoid mosquito bites( sleep under mosquito net if possible) , keep warm..
I went through hell and still showed up like nothing happened.
I survived 42 days in the hands of terrorists. I escaped with scars that people can't see. I lost weight, lost my peace, and carried memories that still haunt me.
But I refused to let what I survived define my future. I kept moving, even on the days I was still hurting. I smiled when I wanted to break down. I worked when my mind was exhausted. I fought battles in silence because giving up was never an option.
Anyone can stand tall when life is easy. It takes a different kind of strength to keep going while you're still healing.
I'm still breathing. I'm still fighting. And by God's grace, I'm just getting started. ❤️🙏🏽
I MET FEMI OTEDOLA YESTERDAY in London… and for the first time in my life, I was genuinely star-struck.
The timing couldn’t have been worse. He was on a phone call, walking with purpose, and I was cycling with someone who wasn’t a confident rider, so stopping for a proper conversation wasn’t really an option.
I greeted him and apologised for interrupting. To my surprise, he responded with a warm, welcoming smile. That small gesture stood out to me.
In a hurry, I did what most people would: I introduced myself, asked for a quick photo, thanked him shook his hands and rode away.
But from the moment I turned away, I kept replaying that moment.
I told myself, “He was on a call, I didn’t want to be rude.” And maybe that was true. But maybe it was also because I wasn’t prepared for an opportunity I never expected to have.
Looking back, I wish I’d asked one thoughtful question. I wish I’d taken a few minutes to learn from someone whose journey represents decades of experience, resilience, and achievement. I wish I’d shared some of the ideas I’ve been working on or asked him about his book that I’ve read a few times.
Instead, I left with a selfie 🥲.
And that’s when this hit me: opportunities rarely announce themselves. Sometimes they appear unexpectedly and disappear within seconds. The difference between a memorable moment and a missed opportunity is often preparation.
I’m not going to dwell on what I didn’t do (I PROBABLY WILL). But I’ll take the lesson.
The next time I meet someone I admire, I will try to be remembered for the conversation and not just the photo.
Until then: I’ll keep learning, keep building meaningful relationships, and stay ready for whatever opportunity comes next.