Bamidele John

A moving man.....

[RICH @TWEETARRAZZI]

Happy Mobland Season 2 day…

[Oloye. @Ol0ye]

Soludo is not a direct successor of Peter Obi. He ignored everyone before Peter Obi and everyone after Peter Obi to focus on Peter Obi.

What do you call that?

[Nigeria Info FM 99.3 @NigeriainfoFM]

Government Day Secondary School received ₦5 million from lead sponsor Julius Berger Nigeria Plc, while Square College received ₦2.5 million as runner-up and Fountain School, Jikwoyi, Abuja, received ₦1 million as second runner-up.

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[Oreoluwa Bukola, CFA. @BukkyOA]

I feel it strongly in my spirit, a huge miracle is about to happen. It will change everything.

[Bamidele John @bamideleJon]

@nathanielblow It eventually happened!

[Gbenga Samuel-Wemimo @GbengaWemimo]

Abusing Access

I was working in a church office as a PA to a Pastor a few years ago
While I was still there, things began to change for me so drastically that even I couldn't believe it
After a while, I had to leave because I had grown seriously bigger than the position I was holding
I also left because the Lord said it was time for me to leave.

After leaving, I realised my heart remained with all my fellow staff members at the church office
I know their stories, their children, their wives and husbands, their plight, and their struggles
It felt a bit unfair that we were once in the same boat, and somehow God singled me out to do so much better than they were doing
Whenever I had some downtime, I would go to the office, buy lunch for everybody, and spend some time catching up with the staff members I left behind

As time went on, I asked for the account numbers of all the staff members, and I began to give all of them a monthly stipend and also something extra during the Easter and Christmas period
Nobody asked me to do it
It just felt right, and I had too much money at the time without any concrete plans as to what to do with the inflow.
I was never greedy for gains, and I like to live a simple and godly life.
It is the only way I could enjoy my life.

After a year of doing this, international doors opened for me, and I began to tour the world twice a year.
Whenever I travelled, I would remember all the staff members of my former office and buy them gifts.
Some with needs like rent, some money to help them purchase a car, support towards a wedding, naming of their babies, baby delivery, health, and other emergencies received such freely from me at the time.

As I said, I felt it was the least I could do to support them because my life changed so much, and it continued to get better and better daily.

On my return from one of my international tours in 2023, I had a ministeration somewhere in Lagos.
I dressed up for the ministration and told my driver to take me to my former office so that I could drop the gifts and souvenirs I bought for my ex-colleagues and also spend some time with them.

When I got there, something remarkable happened. One of the staff members, the one I considered to be most mature and whom I took as a big brother, asked me to give him my belt.
He wore one, but it was torn and tattered.
I told him I was going for a ministration and would be in meetings after that throughout the day.
He said he does not care. I should take off the belt and hand it over to him immediately, or he would command the security guards to block the door and delay me from leaving for my meeting.
I laughed and told him I would send him the money to buy another belt or give him the cash right there, but that I couldn't give him the belt I was wearing that morning.

He smiled and told the security guards to block the door.
He said he may not have the power to take the belt from me, but he has the power to keep me in their office for as long as possible.
I am a minister of the gospel, and there is a way I must carry myself in public
I was determined not to lose my cool or get angry, especially over this brother's behaviour, which was masked by joviality and fake laughter.
I realised at that moment that he was telling me that I reminded them too much of where they were as my former colleagues whenever I came to visit, and he no longer appreciated my visits.

So I took off the belt and gave it to him.
He collected my belt, too.
Once that was done, he picked up the intercom and told the security guys to allow me to exit the building whenever I wanted.
I smiled and took my leave
As I was descending the steps, another staff member, a female with whom I was a PA for five years, walked up to me and said, "He did that deliberately because during an argument with another staff member in the office one day, he boasted that 'Gbenga is my boy. As big as he is now, if he comes into this office, I will collect the belt he is wearing, and he must give it to me because I am his spiritual senior."

She asked me not to be angry.
I thanked her and took my leave.

My driver took me to ICM, and I got another belt at the Tommy Store Outlet.

When I got home that day, I told my accountant not to give anyone from that office a penny again.
I stopped picking up the calls of any of the staff members, and I stopped going there for any form of visitation.

Weeks went by, and they realised the payments had stopped, and I was no longer picking up calls.
Messages trooped in from every one of them, praying for me and encouraging me not to stop the support I was giving them.

I ignored them all.

There is a statement in the Bible that stuck with me. It was that statement that I heard as I woke up earlier this morning. It is in 1 Kings 20:11.
"A man who puts on (his armour to go to battle) should not boast like the man who takes it off (after the battle has been won" Amplified Version.

David boasted before fighting Goliath. Goliath boasted before fighting David. Only one of them lived when they fought. The one who lived was the one who took off the sword of the one who died.

We should learn not to boast except in the power and glory of the Lord Jesus Christ.

PS: Know when you are wanted somewhere and know when you are not wanted.
If you are given access to certain people which is of benefit to you, try not to abuse the access
There is great dignity in keeping a respectable distance from people. Familiarity breeds contempt.

-GSW-

[Nneka Loves Starrgirl💜 @Nekie_neka]

Imagine being 30 and dead? That’s the only thing I consider a real issue tbh. Thirty is a very young age, and it’s okay to be unmarried or broke, even at 40. Life happens, and circumstances can delay people. The real tragedy is not being alive at all.

[Ugo of #Geni🦅 @its_yugee]

And when life begins to look like answered prayers, may we have the ones we love fully present; healthy and alive to celebrate and enjoy the fruits of those years of waiting.

Amen.

[Avu🌸 @_maMnyani]

Those suddenly moments will happen🥺

‘And suddenly, God deems me ready to receive the new job offer. And suddenly the place He has been preparing for me is ready to welcome me. And suddenly life changes for the better.
And suddenly, I can finally rest.’

[Noah SULAIMON @okikiayo11]

Someone has secured a funded opportunity in Germany but he’s seeking anyone who resides and work in Germany who can give him sponsorship letter to avoid the blocked account.

He doesn’t want to loose this beautiful opportunity.

If you have any lead, my dm is open if not just retweet.
Let us get him there.

[Minister of Jobs @emmanuelbasy]

The email response I got from a candidate today felt heavenly.

He said he opened his email and the first thing he saw was:

“Congratulations, welcome to Ax… Limited.”

He didn’t read further. He ran out of his house to the church nearby and rolled on the altar in tears before even reading the entire email and the offer.

His email reminded me of what many jobseekers are truly going through, silent rejections, unanswered applications, long nights of self-doubt, pressure from bills, family expectations, and the fear of being left behind.

So when that email finally comes, it’s not just an offer letter.

It’s relief.
It’s validation.
It’s answered prayers.

I pray for every jobseeker reading this: May your waiting not be in vain, may your email bring good news, and may your congratulations come sooner than you expect. 🙏

[Ọ̀gá HR | African Workforce Guy @MeetJMB]

I love how there’s a consensus in our hearts on how February is going to be such a perfect month!

This is the month you will read your own offer letter!

It will sit pretty in your email and it will be so perfect!

[First Lady of ď BUJ🤍 @Patience_Uchech]

Today, I am specifically praying for those who are job-hunting and those looking for a better job that God will divinely provide and orchestrate. I pray that you get that job that gives you peace of mind and career growth. I pray your heart's desires are granted. Amen 💕

[Fiyinfoluwa @msfizzy]

I was such a gorgeous bride 🥰

@blackandfly photographer of the year!!

[Faithfulness Okom @AttorneyF_]

I became a father yesterday.

My wife did this without an epidural. I watched her suffer in ways I will never fully comprehend, carrying a weight I could not share no matter how I tried. For nine months, I was present but powerless.

Pregnancy forced me to confront something modern life constantly tries to erase: you must wait. Painfully. Excruciatingly. There are no shortcuts to life. No hacks. No optimizations. Just time, and flesh, and blood.

Women bear the disproportionate burden of bringing life into the world. I still don’t fully understand why. Only that it’s true, and profound, and humbling beyond words.

I witnessed pain in its rawest form. À suffering that creates. That’s the poetry of it. Imperfect, brutal, but so precisely orchestrated that it cannot be coincidence. I saw Eden play out; the curse and the promise, together in one body.

There is no way you witness how life begins and conclude this is random. No way you watch a body break itself open to bring forth another person and think we are here by accident, that existence is a cosmic joke. The process is too terrible, too sacred, too exactly what it needs to be.

If everyone began life by witnessing a full pregnancy and labour, we would understand the weight of human existence differently. We participate in it, but we do so as children and forget. This is the passage. The one that strips away pretense and forces you to reckon with the fact that we are here for something.

I always assumed fatherhood would arrive in my thirties, after I’d figured myself out as robustly as I imagined I’d want, after life had settled. Instead, it showed up at 27. No warning. No badge of readiness. Just reality.

Two things haunted me throughout these nine months.

The first: What is a father?

For nine months, you wait for someone you do not know. You count weeks, feel kicks, watch your wife’s body transform and suffer, but the person at the center remains a mystery. I kept asking my wife, half-joking: Who the hell is this guy? He could be anyone.

That realization struck me harder than expected: the sheer nothingness of human fatherhood at the start. You don’t author a child. You don’t summon him by will. You are present, but not primary.

And that’s when it became clear.

There is a greater Father.

One who was with him in the womb when I was not.
One who willed him, shaped him, knit him together before I ever felt useful.
One who knew him before he was visible, before he was named, before he was handed to me.

Pregnancy made that impossible to ignore. It stripped me of the illusion of control.

A child is not a possession. He is a gift. And like all real gifts, he comes from Someone higher.

I’ve been able to slowly understand that parenting is not ownership. It’s stewardship. Helping this little man discover his real Father. The One who loved him before the foundations of the world.

And more than that, parenting is trust.

Trusting that the same God who found me in my confusion and chaos will find him too.
Trusting that I don’t have to be the savior to be a good father.
Trusting that my role is presence, love, discipline, humility. Not replacement.

I understand I am not the source. I am a signpost.

And strangely, that is very freeing. Because it means I don’t have to pretend to be God. I just have to be faithful.

So help me God.

[Matriarch @_Matriach]

You really have to be patient with God and with yourself.
Life is long and I promise things always get better.

One minute you’re down below, the next minute you’re up. Way up.

There’s something called growth.

The level you are right now is not where you were a few years back. You’ve grown.

And mind you, you always wanted to get here too. But now you’re here and you’re in a hurry again to leave.

While that is good, you also have to acquire patience, whatever it may cost you.

Where you are right now is teaching you some things if you’re wise enough to notice.

The next level of your life requires a level of growth and discipline you are not yet equipped with.

Be patient and grow. Endure where you are now whilst also improving on yourself.

And before you know it, the door has opened, and you’re on to the next level, because you’re grown enough for it.

You now have the skill and stamina to maintain it.

Life is long, don’t worry, it will still get better 💕

[Doppelng’ang’a @Nyamburah_]

All I pray for is inclusion on a payroll from February 2026 going forward 🤲🏾

[Gbemisola Taiwo @MisolaofJesus]

I pray that when you receive that thing you’ve been waiting for, you take time to bask in it.
That you don’t rush past the moment or hurry into the next thing.
That you stay present and focus on the goodness of God.
That you rest there and enjoy it, without rushing ahead.

[Hansel Praise @hannytalker]

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May your January 2026 sound like this!!!

[Dr Iretioluwa Akerele @ireteeh]

I am rooting for everyone learning a new skill, preparing for an exam, applying for a scholarship or searching for a new job this year. May your heart desires be granted 🙏🏾