The way I’ve been thinking over the past few months isn’t healthy😔
If this crosses your timeline, PLEASE REPOST🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽. You could change my life.
My UK visa expires May 1st and I’m actively searching for a visa sponsored job before then. I’m a Technical/Application support analyst. I’m skilled at incident & problem management, SQL & database querying, SLA management & ticketing, API & integration support.
I’m adaptable and ready to hit the ground running from day one. I’m ready to relocate to any city in the Uk. I’ll really appreciate every retweet, tag, comment.
God bless🙏🏽
every time you replace “this is hard” with “what’s the first step?” you shift brain activity from your amygdala (fear) to your prefrontal cortex (problem-solving).
that’s neuroplasticity in real time.
My small contribution to humanity: Taking people to work for free instead of driving alone.
Today I dropped someone at Lekki Phase 1. She was so thankful and I felt embarrassed 😂
I didn't realize how much it could mean.
₦5,000 for transport every day = ₦100,000/month for some people.
And I'm just driving the same route anyway.
If you’re driving alone with empty seats, offer someone a ride. It costs you nothing
The Grammy Awards does not group other regions into one box. Instead, they are separated by the genre Pop, Rock, Hip-Hop, Jazz, Country, etc. They allow cultural nuance and specificity. Africa, on the other hand, a continent of 54 countries and hundreds of genres gets one umbrella category.
Then you start having a deeply continental music competing globally with palatable pop. This is one of the reasons why the Judges are more likely to pick what sounds familiar and acceptable to them.
That category should not exist or if at all, it should be fixed to something like Best Afrobeats Performance, Best Amapiano Performance, Best Francophone Performance,
Best Traditional/Indigenous African Performance etc
Categories like this is detrimental to the African music culture. Artists, especially the upcoming ones start chasing Western validation, and that validation begins to dictate what they create.
They end up making music they’re not rooted in, music that doesn’t reflect who they are or where they’re from, just to feel accepted because the system rewards imitation over originality.
Look at Africa Native Sounds by Country
🇳🇬 Nigeria – Afrobeats, Fuji, Juju, Highlife
🇬🇭 Ghana – Highlife, Hiplife
🇿🇦 South Africa – Amapiano, Gqom, Kwaito
🇨🇮 Ivory Coast – Coupe-Decale
🇨🇩 DR Congo – Soukous, Ndombolo
🇸🇳 Senegal – Mbalax
🇲🇱 Mali – Wassoulou, Mande music
🇰🇪 Kenya – Benga, Gengetone
🇹🇿 Tanzania – Bongo Flava
🇨🇲 Cameroon – Makossa
🇨🇻 Cape Verde – Morna, Coladeira
🇪🇹 Ethiopia – Ethio-jazz
Calling this Best African Performance is rewarding global pop made by an African artist. When people say Best African Performance, they reasonably expect at least some of the elements of African rhythmic structures, I don't see that in this video.
This is why I said from day one that the Best African Performance category is a detrimental category. Africa is not one thing. It’s Anglophone, Francophone, Lusophone, different cultures, sounds and histories. You can’t just box all of that and say “Best African Performance.” That framing alone already misunderstands African music.
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PLEASE ITS HIGH TIME WE SUSPEND THE POSTING OF OUR YOUTHS TO DIFFERENT STATES OTHER THAN WHERE THEY ARE BASED.
IT ALL STARTED OFF AS A BRILLIANT IDEA BUT NOW WITH THE STATE OF OUR COUNTRY ITS NOT SUSTAINABLE.
PLEASE PITY THE PARENTS.
KIDS ARE DYING
MOVE WITH THE TIMES 🙏🏿❤️
When Damilare proudly shared the news that he had been made Head Boy of his school, the internet should have celebrated him. Instead, he was bullied online for the first 24 hours.
What many people didn’t see behind that post was a hardworking young man who spends his evenings doing graphic design jobs just to make ends meet. Despite his brilliance and natural leadership talent Damilare’s dream is hanging by a thread.
He’s at risk of dropping out because his family simply cannot afford to send him to university. His dream is to study Insurance and Risk Assessment at UNILAG, to build a stable, secure future for himself and those who depend on him.
Talent like his deserves a chance, please let’s join hands and send him to university.
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contact @eduele5 for more information on how you can do your bit.
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i'm looking to hire a full time junior role:
- loves tech, startups, venture capital and entrepreneurship
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if you see this i'd appreciate a repost for visibility!
Sorce (@sorcejobs) is building Tinder for Jobs.
When you swipe right, AI navigates to the company’s website and applies on your behalf. It writes cover letters, too.
Congrats @marvy_101, @davidalade & @therealdajayi on the launch!
I wanna make this kid famous on tech twitter.
Read this post...this is baller stuff.
I was on a run and this kid @marvy_101 stopped me. Was on his bike, chased me down, and was out of breath, ha!!
He wanted to show me a new app he built.
Its called One Click Apply and lets students apply to lots of jobs at once.
He posted about it on his Linkedin. Went viral with 1,700 comments.
He's from Nigeria. Been here for 2 years for school.
Said he interned at Tesla last summer and has an internship at @Dell this summer.
Told me: "I wanna work on my One Click app this summer instead of an internship, but can't afford it."
Check out his twitter and blog. I'll share it in the next tweet, along with the cool app he made.
Looks like he's tinkering and making really cool apps + sharing with his tiny audience.
1. What a baller
2. These attributes (willingness to run me down to show me this, already make cool products) are what future ballers look like when young.
If you wanna work with him, fund him, whatever...DM this kid. Seems very promising.
His name is Oluwapelumi Dada.
Hey @MichaelDell, you should talk to Oluwapelumi.
Nothing at first, at least not visibly. Provided it’s consensual, everyone smiles. You get your money, he gets his release. The world moves on.
But nothing poisons slowly like what feels harmless in the beginning.
For the woman, the danger isn’t in the one-time act. It’s in the pattern. It’s in the normalization. It’s in how quickly the brain recalibrates to see the body as a tool for extraction.
You begin to skip the hard things—building, learning, failing, starting again—because why suffer when you can just offer? When you know that with a bit of perfume and clear skin and disarming smile, you can raise capital quicker than any grant application. You start to see money as a function of desirability, not capacity. And so, gradually, dangerously, your sense of value becomes outsourced to the gaze of men.
And you’ll think it’s power until one day, nobody looks anymore.
That’s the part no one tells you. That the sexual economy is a depleting currency. You start at your highest value, and it diminishes over time. Slowly at first, then with shocking speed. Your calls get fewer responses. The offers begin to thin. The men who once lined up now scroll past. And because your entire economic model was built on your desirability, you have no fallback, no structure, no self. Just silence.
But worse than the external silence is the internal rot; the erosion of self-worth that comes from years of reducing your sacredness to a transaction. You no longer feel beautiful unless someone pays to confirm it. You no longer feel wanted unless someone proves it with cash. You no longer feel valuable unless you are being consumed. You become a shelf product past its expiry date, watching younger girls replace you at the table you once ruled.
Now to the man. At first, it feels like luxury. Like abundance. Like control. Swipe, pay, collect. A new girl every week. And because the body is built for novelty, you begin to chase it like a man possessed. Not sex, novelty. New breasts. New moans. New lies.
But here’s what no one warns you about: the more you consume women this way, the harder it becomes to connect to them in any meaningful way. Intimacy becomes foreign. Love becomes fiction. You stop seeing women as partners and start seeing them as ports; places you dock in briefly, never to linger. Every woman becomes a suspect, a potential seller waiting to be bought. You lose the ability to believe in sincerity, because you’ve spent years paying for pleasure and watching women fake it like professionals.
And it gets worse.
Some of the women you paid? They were in relationships. Some were engaged. Some lied to their men with breathtaking skill. You saw it firsthand—how easily loyalty folds when money enters the room. And now, even if you find a good woman, you won’t believe it. Even if she’s clean, you’ll see stains. You’ll doubt her. You’ll test her. You’ll sabotage your own happiness because your heart has been trained in distrust. You’ll ruin every good thing before it blooms.
This is how transactional sex kills both parties: quietly, efficiently. The woman loses value in her own eyes and becomes unable to build herself outside of desirability. The man loses faith in women and becomes emotionally handicapped, unable to connect, only capable of conquest. Both end up in ruins, just different shapes of it.
And that’s why ancient traditions were militant about sex within marriage not because they were prudes or sexually repressed, but because they understood what we’re only now discovering: that sex is not neutral. It binds. It breaks. It builds or it destroys. And once it becomes a commodity, it corrodes everything—your trust, your joy, your future, your peace.
But you won’t see the destruction all at once. You’ll laugh. You’ll post. You’ll call people who say these things “moral police.” But time is a patient teacher. And if you keep trading sacred things for temporary pleasure, time will teach you too—slowly, painfully, and with no refund.