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[Damilọla Òrètádé @dharomeo]

No one hears a tree grow but everyone hears it fall

One day we are going to have it all, but until then let be grateful for another week to achieve our goals ….

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[Damilọla Òrètádé @dharomeo]

Your Excellency Sir

There are several reasons why such a directive could fail to achieve its long term goals, even if the initial clearance is successful:

1. People will return if livelihoods aren’t addressed. Many traders on the median rely on those locations to earn a daily income. If no affordable alternative markets or trading spaces are provided, many may return once enforcement weakens.
The bitter truth where do you expect them to go,this will further increase crime rates .

2. Enforcement is difficult to sustain. Posting security personnel permanently along a long stretch from Orile to Okokomaiko requires significant funding, manpower, and consistent supervision. Over time, enforcement can become inconsistent.
That route is particularly problematic with thugs.

3. Waste management problems may simply shift elsewhere. Clearing illegal dumping from one corridor does not solve the underlying issue if nearby communities still lack adequate waste collection services or disposal options.
We should ask ourselves why are they dumping on the median everywhere not just Badagry expressway ,this is solely linked to the failure of the dumpsite .who runs and maintains the dumpsite it Lagos state .
The PSP have no where to dump or are spending 2-3days at the dumpsite how would they meet up with pick up time or have good turn around time .
Why would the people want to pay for pickup .

4. Economic pressures encourage informal trading. High unemployment and the size of the informal economy in Lagos mean that people often create businesses wherever there is heavy pedestrian and vehicle traffic. Removing traders from one location without broader economic solutions may simply relocate them to another road or junction.

5. Past experience suggests recurring encroachment. In many cities, including Lagos, previously cleared road medians and sidewalks have often been reoccupied after some time when monitoring declines. Long term success usually depends on continuous enforcement, infrastructure improvements, and viable alternatives for affected people.

In short, clearing the median can improve safety, traffic flow, and the appearance of the corridor in the short term.
However, without addressing the underlying drivers such as employment opportunities, alternative trading spaces, and effective waste management the same problems may eventually reappear.

Thank you 🙏

[Damilọla Òrètádé @dharomeo]

Nigeria 4-3 Brazil 🇳🇬🔥
(Atlanta 1996 Olympics Semi-Final)
From 1-3 down to golden glory! Dream Team showed heart, Kanu delivered the magic! One of the greatest comebacks ever.
still gets goosebumps watching this😤🇳🇬

[Damilọla Òrètádé @dharomeo]

No friendship or relationship should be draining you.
Remember that.
Energy is expensive. Peace is priceless. If it constantly leaves you exhausted, anxious, or questioning your worth — it’s not love, it’s a lesson.
Protect your peace. Set boundaries. Walk away when necessary. You deserve relationships that pour into you, not ones that bleed you dry. 💯
Have you ever had to let go of a draining connection? Drop a “❤️” if you’re choosing peace this year.
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[Damilọla Òrètádé @dharomeo]

@OneModupe Omo congrats 🎉🎉 You try! iPhone 16 without stress na clean flex. Enjoy am well, the shine dey loud. More wins loading 💪

[Damilọla Òrètádé @dharomeo]

Proof that waste pays 👀

Big sacks of PET bottles collected today.

The recycling train is moving..
#PETBottles #WasteToWealth #Lagos

[bhadgurlthickasf @bhadgurlthick]

There's nothing happening right now I'm so bored

[bhadgurlthickasf @bhadgurlthick]

@dharomeo @grok Personal Branding should work for me .
It might take time but it pays well

Thanks

[Pop Base @PopBase]

Taylor Swift made her debut 20 years ago today.

[Damilọla Òrètádé @dharomeo]

If only they could see through the clothes and the smiles 😁

[Damilọla Òrètádé @dharomeo]

There was a young man in a small town who believed life was simple.

In his world, problems had clear edges. If you worked hard, you ate. If you saved, you bought what you needed. If you stayed out of trouble, trouble stayed out of you. He would sit in the evenings watching older men shake their heads and say, “Big dreams carry big shadows,” but he never really felt the weight of those words.

One day, he left the town.

At first, the city felt like freedom. Bigger roads, bigger buildings, bigger opportunities. He got his first real job, then a better one. With each step up, people started treating him differently. His name began to open doors. Money started to flow in ways he had only imagined before.

But something else began to grow too.

At his first level, he worried about showing up on time.
At the next, he worried about keeping the job. Later, he worried about losing influence. Then he worried about decisions that affected not just him, but people who depended on him. Every new height came with a new kind of weight.

One evening, he found himself sitting alone in a glass office long after everyone had gone home. The city glittered outside like a promise he once chased. But inside, there was silence and pressure. Not the loud kind, but the kind that sits on your chest and doesn’t leave.

An older colleague once told him, “People think success removes problems. It doesn’t. It just upgrades them.”

He finally understood what the old men in his town meant.

It wasn’t that devils grow bigger in every step upward. It’s that every level has its own kind some you can see coming, others you only recognize once you’re already facing them.

And as he looked out at the endless lights, he realized something else:

Going back down wasn’t possible. But going forward meant learning how to walk with heavier shadows and still keep moving.
#whispersbydharomeo

[Damilọla Òrètádé @dharomeo]

Spot on. It’s a defense mechanism disguised as a lifestyle. Being "unlucky" is emotionally safer than being vulnerable, because luck is out of your control, but fixing a flawed strategy requires facing the fear of rejection head-on. The system works exactly as designed: to keep them safe, and alone. 🎯

[Damilọla Òrètádé @dharomeo]

@makinta_umar When you can't trust a uniform or checkpoint, the road stops being public it becomes a gamble.

This isn't just crime, it's state failure wearing a disguise. Leadership that can't secure its own highways has no business talking "progress."

Fear shouldn't be the toll fee.

[Damilọla Òrètádé @dharomeo]

@arojinle1 Oluko
Old memories Chai
Would save money to play not because the game no dey house but to make our hands stronger .

At one point I was scared because the men in black started harassing people at the game centre's

[Damilọla Òrètádé @dharomeo]

Love isn't measured by money, but money often reveals effort, sacrifice, and consideration. The sweetest words are nice; showing up when it matters is even better.
#whispersbydharomeo

[Damilọla Òrètádé @dharomeo]

The Boxes She Carried (Sacrifice & Identity Loss)

She spent 4 years turning a small shop in Yaba into something that finally fed her. Then he said, This relationship needs a fresh start. Pack your things, we’re moving.
#whispersbydharomeo

[Damilọla Òrètádé @dharomeo]

This hit different 🔥
Coming from where the odds don’t just stack they build walls with your name on them. That rearview mirror view of poverty?.
It keeps the fire on even when your body screams rest. We’re not running from it…
we’re running with the memory. Activation energy loading.
#whispersbydharomeo

[bhadgurlthickasf @bhadgurlthick]

@dharomeo Understanding that real Growth

Is just like the real world …
Nothing comes easy

[Damilọla Òrètádé @dharomeo]

The kitchen smelled like burnt sugar and defeat.

Tunde stared at the collapsed, sad-looking lump in the cake tin. It was his third attempt at baking his grandmother’s famous meat pie recipe, and somehow, it looked even worse than the first two. His hands were covered in flour, the sink was piled high with dishes, and his patience was entirely gone.

He took a picture of the disaster and texted it to his cousin with the caption: "I give up. I'm just not built for this."

A minute later, his phone rang. It was his grandmother. She didn't offer sympathy; she just chuckled.

"Tunde," she said, her voice warm through the speaker. "You are looking at the burnt edges and thinking you failed. But look at your first attempt from last week you forgot the baking powder entirely. Look at the second the dough was like rubber. Today, the crust is actually flaky; you just left it in the oven five minutes too long."

She paused, letting the words sink in. "Growth isn’t a straight line up, my boy. It’s a messy staircase. You don't master the craft without making a mess first."

After hanging up, Tunde looked at the lump again. It wasn't a failure anymore. It was just data. He grabbed a trash bag, scraped the tin clean, and reached for the flour again.

We often expect our progress to look like a perfect, flawless trajectory. But real growth is usually quiet, clumsy, and full of mistakes that teach us exactly what not to do next time.

What is one "failed attempt" in your life right now that is actually teaching you exactly how to succeed on the next try?
#whispherbydharomeo

[Damilọla Òrètádé @dharomeo]

Where is this located ?