I bought one of those "bedroom attraction oils" from an Instagram vendor on Sunday.
The vendor promised it drives men crazy within two seconds.
Last night, I decided to test it.
After my shower, I rubbed it all over my neck, my chest, etc....
It smelled like heavy, super-sweet vanilla and strawberries.
I got into bed and waited.
My husband came in, climbed under the duvet, and immediately turned to hug me.
He put his face in my neck.
Then he stopped.
He sniffed my skin again, heavily.
He pulled back and looked at me. "Mimi, why do you smell like a freshly baked cake?"
I smiled, trying to look mysterious. "Do you like it?"
He said, "It’s nice, but it’s making me incredibly hungry. Like, I’m literally thinking about meatpie right now."
The attraction oil didn't trigger romance. It triggered his appetite.
The man actually stood up at 11:15 PM, went to the kitchen, and started looking for left-over chin-chin to eat.
I sat on the bed, smelling like a bakery, completely abandoned. 😂
Nobody told me that some aphrodisiacs only work on a man's stomach. I think I will just focus on my Shea Butter, nothing concerns me with any oil anymore 😭
Fellow Nigerians, good morning.
I woke up this morning after my church service with a deeply reflective heart, and despite every constraint, I felt compelled to share these thoughts with you.
Many people do not truly understand the silent pains some of us carry daily—the private struggles, emotional burdens, and quiet battles we face while trying to survive and serve sincerely in difficult circumstances.
We now live in an environment that has become increasingly toxic, where the very system that should protect and create opportunities for decent living often works against the people—a society where intimidation, insecurity, endless scrutiny, and discouragement have become normal.
More painful is when some of those you associate with, believing you would find understanding and solidarity among them, become part of the pressure you face. Some who publicly identify with you privately distance themselves or join in unfair criticism.
We live in a society where humility is mistaken for weakness, respect is seen as a lack of courage, and compassion is treated as foolishness—a system where treating people equally is questioned simply because you refuse to worship status, tribe, class, or power.
Personally, I have never looked down on anyone except to uplift them. I have never used privilege, position, or resources to oppress others, intimidate the weak, or make people feel small. To me, leadership has always been about service, sacrifice, and helping others rise.
Let me state clearly: my decision to leave the ADC is not because our highly respected Chairman, Senator David Mark, treated me badly, nor because my leader and elder brother, Alhaji Atiku Abubakar, or any other respected leaders did anything personally wrong to me. I will continue to respect them.
However, the same Nigerian state and its agents that created unnecessary crises and hostility within the Labour Party that forced me to leave now appear to be finding their way into the ADC, with endless court cases, internal battles, suspicion, and division, instead of focusing on deeper national problems and playing politics built more on control and exclusion than on service and nation-building.
Even within spaces where one labours sincerely, one is sometimes treated like an outsider in one’s own home. You and your team become easy targets for every failure, frustration, or misunderstanding, as though honest contribution has become a favour being tolerated rather than appreciated.
And when you choose to leave so that those you are leaving can have peace, and you step out into the cold, you are still maligned and your character is questioned. Despite all your efforts to continue working for a better Nigeria and engaging people with sincerity and goodwill, those who do not wish you well continue to attack your character and question your intentions.
There are moments I ask God in prayer: Why is doing the right thing often misconstrued as wrongdoing in our country? Why is integrity not valued? Why is the prudent management of resources, especially when invested in critical areas like education and healthcare, wrongly labelled as stinginess? Why are humility and obedience to the rule of law often taken to be weakness rather than discipline?
Let me assure all that I am not desperate to be President, Vice President, or Senate President. I am desperate to see a society that can console a mother whose child has been kidnapped or killed while going to school or work. I am desperate to see a Nigeria where people will not live in IDP camps but in their homes. I am desperate for a country where Nigerian citizens do not go to bed hungry, not knowing where their next meal will come from.
Yet, despite everything, I remain resolute. I firmly believe that Nigeria can still become a country with competent leadership based on justice, compassion, and equal opportunity for all.
A new Nigeria is POssible. -PO
There's a physicist at Stanford named Safi Bahcall who modeled this exact principle and the math is wild.
He calls it "phase transitions in human networks." When you're stationary, your probability of a lucky event is limited to your existing surface area: the people you already know, the places you already go, the ideas you've already been exposed to. Your opportunity window is fixed.
When you move, your collision rate with new nodes in a network increases nonlinearly. Double your movement (new conversations, new cities, new projects) and your probability of a serendipitous encounter doesn't double. It roughly quadruples. Because each new node connects you to their entire network, not just to them.
Richard Wiseman ran a 10-year study at the University of Hertfordshire tracking self-described "lucky" and "unlucky" people. The single biggest differentiator wasn't IQ, education, or family money. Lucky people scored significantly higher on one trait: openness to experience. They talked to strangers more, varied their routines more, and said yes to invitations at nearly twice the rate.
The "unlucky" group followed the same routes, ate at the same restaurants, and talked to the same 5 people. Their networks were closed loops. No new inputs, no new collisions.
Luck isn't random. Luck is surface area. And surface area is a function of movement.
The lobster emoji is doing more work than most people realize. Lobsters grow by shedding their shell when it gets too tight. The growth requires a period of total vulnerability. No protection, no armor, soft body exposed to the ocean.
That's the cost of movement nobody posts about. You have to be uncomfortable first. The new shell only hardens after you've already moved.
Lol cute...if only it were that innocent.
Someone who got arrested by Buhari's government and got a Jewish US Congressman that keeps a Menora in his office to meet with his wife and issue an official statement plus an official congressional letter signed by 6 congressmen with backing from the US State Department.
Someone that has been one of the Agency's top assets in Nigeria for over 2 decades. Small me that did some Substack journalism, NIA attempted to kidnap me from a foreign country. This guy runs a US-funded publication that has leaks and sources from inside the president's bedroom, and he walks around Abuja completely bulletproof. Nothing dey ever do am!
Whenever you wake up...
in your 20s,
you will come across many things that look and feel like love,
it is important that you test them all and hold on to the one that endures.
Final Video.M4V
Recorded this a few weeks ago hoping I would never have to post it… but genuinely it was going to happen eventually.
It’s been a genuinely great time creating content and inspiring those who have now begun to inspire you.
Dear HR @xtraspacestudios I quit.
Ehenn, i've been seeing their bikes everywhere in Lagos, always wondered if it was the same MaxOkada from then cos I thought they packed up after the ban, hearing that they are 10years is a big deal.
Stumbled on a documentary this morning and it got me thinking, we see results, but rarely the years it takes to get there.
Building for 10 years in Africa is different.
The MAX documentary captures that part well.
I literally just saw this trailer on Instagram now now. Omo these guys saved a lot of people from traffic back then o. That year wey we dey book maxokada straight home after COB. I miss those times 😭
Why don’t we talk about Wale in Afrobeats? 🤔
I’ve been a fan forever and super proud of how he repped his Nigerian roots. But I've often felt he hasn’t gotten credit for helping to push Afrobeats.
With his album dropping Friday, I dove deep into his journey and his role...