Dr. Bee

Agric Engineer |🌱 | Soil & water conserver| GIS 🌙 | Researcher on waste mngt, circular economy & Sustainability | Plant protector| marketter| Designer

[Dr. Bee @BiN_Usman360]

This is coming while the North get this. Isn't that concerning
#arewa #north

[Nigeria Stories @NigeriaStories]

BREAKING: President Bola Tinubu today declared that Nigeria would no longer export raw cocoa beans while importing finished chocolate products, unveiling an ambitious plan to transform the country’s cocoa industry through local processing, industrialisation and value addition.

[Dr. Bee @BiN_Usman360]

This was 2020 when life was still manageable..... Now only GOD Knows if she still have the energy to do this.... #subsidy

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To ke @DeejerhCulture ke ba ambulance ba ba motar fire service ba, ba ta yansanda ba ai kamata yayi ki saki bakinki kiyi magana.
@Hauwa_hl kema ki gyara.

[Dr. Bee @BiN_Usman360]

Problems have for long been identified. It's time for solutions and actions. If everyone puts just a little effort from his end the collective result will be massive...

[Ziyad Yakubu @Ziyad_yakubu]

One morning in Abuja, I saw something that has never left me.

Those of you who know Police Secondary School know their uniform looks like the police uniform. The children look very smart in it. That morning, there was this boy walking to school in a perfectly ironed uniform, carrying himself with that youthful confidence teenagers have when they feel they belong somewhere.

Then, from the other direction, came another boy of around the same age carrying a huge sack, going through waste bins, looking for whatever he could find to sell. People call them Yan bola.

He was dirty. He looked exhausted. He did not look like he had slept properly. And the contrast between the two of them could not have been more brutal.

The schoolboy was walking to school.

The scavenger was walking through refuse.

They passed each other.

Then the scavenger stopped.

He turned around and watched that schoolboy walk away.

I swear to God, he stood there for over five minutes, holding that sack, just watching the schoolboy go farther and farther away until he was almost out of sight. Then he carried on with his life.

I was behind them. I saw everything.

I was in tears that morning. I am emotional even writing this now.

Because in that moment, I did not just see one schoolboy and one scavenger. I saw two completely different starting lines.

Some people did not start where you started.

Some people never had a chance. Not a smaller chance. Not a delayed chance. No chance. Zero.

They were born into a home where nobody could read. They grew up in a world dominated by English without learning a word of English. Nobody taught them to wash their hands before eating. Nobody taught them to look left and right before crossing the road. Nobody explained school to them. Nobody showed them what a future could look like. Nobody told them that having children you cannot feed is wrong. Nobody taught them basic manners, basic hygiene, basic civic behaviour, basic hope.

They just grew up.

Then one bad actor came along, gave them a gun, gave them a story, gave them a target, and recruited them into terrorism, banditry, thuggery, drugs, whatever was available.

And before some shallow person starts shouting, “So you are justifying terrorism?”

No.

There is no justification for a bandit or terrorist who kills, rapes, kidnaps, pillages, and destroys innocent lives. None. A hard life does not give anybody the right to make other people’s lives hard. There is justice with God, and there must be justice on earth too.

But you cannot solve a problem you refuse to understand.

Poverty does not automatically create a terrorist. If it did, every poor person would be one. Thank God, that is not true.

But poverty, abandonment, illiteracy, fatherlessness, hopelessness, bad parenting, weak institutions, absence of schools, absence of work, absence of community guidance, and easy access to weapons create a field where predators can recruit easily.

Some people escape that field because they had one good mother. One responsible father. One teacher. One uncle. One imam. One neighbour. One school. One small opportunity.

Others had nothing.

So when you sit down in comfort and reduce millions of people to, “They are illiterates. They are backwards. They are the problem of Nigeria,” you are not being brave. You are not being revolutionary. You are not diagnosing anything.

You are ranting and pointing fingers.

And because you say “we,” you think it has suddenly become insider criticism.

No.

Calling your people useless is not criticism because you included yourself in the insult.

Criticism names the problem, looks for the cause, identifies who is responsible, and points toward a solution. Insult is just pointing fingers and feeling intelligent.

A lot of these Arewa pseudo-revolutionaries have confused self-hatred with intelligence. They sit in their father’s house, maybe after private primary school, private secondary school, private university, a life where they had lunchboxes and people looking after them. Some of you would sleep off in the parlour without a blanket and your mother would come and cover you.

You had softness. You had structure. You had people who cared whether you survived.

Then you sit on your high horse and speak with contempt about people whose entire childhood was one long emergency.

What do you know? You think you had it hard because you needed to learn coding, digital marketing or graphic design  from YouTube to feed yourself? 

Some people never learnt one word of English to even search on YouTube never mind understand the courses. Some people never saw a computer. Some people never had somebody explain that education is not haram, that school is not corruption, that their children deserve more than begging on the street.

You are not standing in the same place.

You started a million miles ahead of them.

And I am tired of people who discovered philosophy from TikTok acting like they have diagnosed the North. Somebody will say, “If you deeply analyse what VeryDarkMan says…”

Which deep analysis?

Would you know depth if it pokes you in the nose?

What exactly are you deeply analysing? Outrage? Insults? Broad statements about millions of people? That is not depth. That is simple-mindedness with a loud microphone.

You are not revolutionary because you can repeat insults about your own people. You are just self-hating so that the people insulting you can accept you. You want to feel sophisticated in front of people who already think you are beneath them, so you join them to laugh at your own people.

What the fuck are you talking about?

The government has a role. A serious one.

The government must pursue terrorists, break recruitment networks, secure villages, punish kidnappers, build schools, create work, regulate arms, fund rural education, improve healthcare, protect children, and make sure a child is not born into complete abandonment.

But laws on paper do not change us. We have to change us too.

Go to your village.

Gather the men and tell them having children you cannot care for is wrong. Stop producing abandoned children and leaving society to carry the consequences.

Talk to women too. Tell them that they cannot keep allowing a man to impregnate them repeatedly when he cannot feed, educate, or protect the children already alive.

Go and explain to people that education is not bad. That sending your child to school is not betrayal. That washing your hands, teaching your child basic discipline, learning a trade, registering a child, keeping girls in school, supporting widows, sponsoring orphans, these things matter.

How many people have ever done that?

How many people have ever gone to a village, gathered people, and said: “We are shooting ourselves in the foot. This cannot continue.”

How many orphans have you sponsored?

How many people have ever helped one child stay in school?

How many people have ever organized sensitisation in their own community?

But you know how to create forums when politicians are sharing money. You know how to gather when you want to gossip about the top 1%. You know how to follow politicians and beg.

Then when it comes to poor people, suddenly you become a test-tube intellectual diagnosing everybody from your phone.

You are not the revolutionary you think you are, my brother and my sister.

You are a coward who internalised an inferiority complex and turned it into performative activism so that simpletons doing the same thing can applaud you.

Stop building a personality around the humiliation of your own people.

Stop confusing contempt with honesty.

Stop confusing insult with criticism.

And stop acting like you understand depth when you have never gone deep enough to ask one simple question:

What happened to this person before he became what I am condemning?

Because until you can answer that, you are not solving anything.

You are just standing at a safe distance, pointing at a fire, and congratulating yourself for noticing that people are burning.

[Ziyad Yakubu @Ziyad_yakubu]

One morning in Abuja, I saw something that has never left me.

Those of you who know Police Secondary School know their uniform looks like the police uniform. The children look very smart in it. That morning, there was this boy walking to school in a perfectly ironed uniform, carrying himself with that youthful confidence teenagers have when they feel they belong somewhere.

Then, from the other direction, came another boy of around the same age carrying a huge sack, going through waste bins, looking for whatever he could find to sell. People call them Yan bola.

He was dirty. He looked exhausted. He did not look like he had slept properly. And the contrast between the two of them could not have been more brutal.

The schoolboy was walking to school.

The scavenger was walking through refuse.

They passed each other.

Then the scavenger stopped.

He turned around and watched that schoolboy walk away.

I swear to God, he stood there for over five minutes, holding that sack, just watching the schoolboy go farther and farther away until he was almost out of sight. Then he carried on with his life.

I was behind them. I saw everything.

I was in tears that morning. I am emotional even writing this now.

Because in that moment, I did not just see one schoolboy and one scavenger. I saw two completely different starting lines.

Some people did not start where you started.

Some people never had a chance. Not a smaller chance. Not a delayed chance. No chance. Zero.

They were born into a home where nobody could read. They grew up in a world dominated by English without learning a word of English. Nobody taught them to wash their hands before eating. Nobody taught them to look left and right before crossing the road. Nobody explained school to them. Nobody showed them what a future could look like. Nobody told them that having children you cannot feed is wrong. Nobody taught them basic manners, basic hygiene, basic civic behaviour, basic hope.

They just grew up.

Then one bad actor came along, gave them a gun, gave them a story, gave them a target, and recruited them into terrorism, banditry, thuggery, drugs, whatever was available.

And before some shallow person starts shouting, “So you are justifying terrorism?”

No.

There is no justification for a bandit or terrorist who kills, rapes, kidnaps, pillages, and destroys innocent lives. None. A hard life does not give anybody the right to make other people’s lives hard. There is justice with God, and there must be justice on earth too.

But you cannot solve a problem you refuse to understand.

Poverty does not automatically create a terrorist. If it did, every poor person would be one. Thank God, that is not true.

But poverty, abandonment, illiteracy, fatherlessness, hopelessness, bad parenting, weak institutions, absence of schools, absence of work, absence of community guidance, and easy access to weapons create a field where predators can recruit easily.

Some people escape that field because they had one good mother. One responsible father. One teacher. One uncle. One imam. One neighbour. One school. One small opportunity.

Others had nothing.

So when you sit down in comfort and reduce millions of people to, “They are illiterates. They are backwards. They are the problem of Nigeria,” you are not being brave. You are not being revolutionary. You are not diagnosing anything.

You are ranting and pointing fingers.

And because you say “we,” you think it has suddenly become insider criticism.

No.

Calling your people useless is not criticism because you included yourself in the insult.

Criticism names the problem, looks for the cause, identifies who is responsible, and points toward a solution. Insult is just pointing fingers and feeling intelligent.

A lot of these Arewa pseudo-revolutionaries have confused self-hatred with intelligence. They sit in their father’s house, maybe after private primary school, private secondary school, private university, a life where they had lunchboxes and people looking after them. Some of you would sleep off in the parlour without a blanket and your mother would come and cover you.

You had softness. You had structure. You had people who cared whether you survived.

Then you sit on your high horse and speak with contempt about people whose entire childhood was one long emergency.

What do you know? You think you had it hard because you needed to learn coding, digital marketing or graphic design  from YouTube to feed yourself? 

Some people never learnt one word of English to even search on YouTube never mind understand the courses. Some people never saw a computer. Some people never had somebody explain that education is not haram, that school is not corruption, that their children deserve more than begging on the street.

You are not standing in the same place.

You started a million miles ahead of them.

And I am tired of people who discovered philosophy from TikTok acting like they have diagnosed the North. Somebody will say, “If you deeply analyse what VeryDarkMan says…”

Which deep analysis?

Would you know depth if it pokes you in the nose?

What exactly are you deeply analysing? Outrage? Insults? Broad statements about millions of people? That is not depth. That is simple-mindedness with a loud microphone.

You are not revolutionary because you can repeat insults about your own people. You are just self-hating so that the people insulting you can accept you. You want to feel sophisticated in front of people who already think you are beneath them, so you join them to laugh at your own people.

What the fuck are you talking about?

The government has a role. A serious one.

The government must pursue terrorists, break recruitment networks, secure villages, punish kidnappers, build schools, create work, regulate arms, fund rural education, improve healthcare, protect children, and make sure a child is not born into complete abandonment.

But laws on paper do not change us. We have to change us too.

Go to your village.

Gather the men and tell them having children you cannot care for is wrong. Stop producing abandoned children and leaving society to carry the consequences.

Talk to women too. Tell them that they cannot keep allowing a man to impregnate them repeatedly when he cannot feed, educate, or protect the children already alive.

Go and explain to people that education is not bad. That sending your child to school is not betrayal. That washing your hands, teaching your child basic discipline, learning a trade, registering a child, keeping girls in school, supporting widows, sponsoring orphans, these things matter.

How many people have ever done that?

How many people have ever gone to a village, gathered people, and said: “We are shooting ourselves in the foot. This cannot continue.”

How many orphans have you sponsored?

How many people have ever helped one child stay in school?

How many people have ever organized sensitisation in their own community?

But you know how to create forums when politicians are sharing money. You know how to gather when you want to gossip about the top 1%. You know how to follow politicians and beg.

Then when it comes to poor people, suddenly you become a test-tube intellectual diagnosing everybody from your phone.

You are not the revolutionary you think you are, my brother and my sister.

You are a coward who internalised an inferiority complex and turned it into performative activism so that simpletons doing the same thing can applaud you.

Stop building a personality around the humiliation of your own people.

Stop confusing contempt with honesty.

Stop confusing insult with criticism.

And stop acting like you understand depth when you have never gone deep enough to ask one simple question:

What happened to this person before he became what I am condemning?

Because until you can answer that, you are not solving anything.

You are just standing at a safe distance, pointing at a fire, and congratulating yourself for noticing that people are burning.

[Dr. Bee @BiN_Usman360]

Let's find a way of getting Nigeria to invest in such young talents, before a foreign investor cease the opportunity then later start asking him to come back his country for patriotic reasons.
Well done bro. More success insha Allah.
@BelloGaladanchi
@BashirAhmaad
@elonmusk

[khalifa aminu @inventorkhalifa]

I am continuing experiments to connect the human brain with a machine using neurons

However I have realized that this work is not easy Nevertheless I have used an EEG sensor that captures brain signals, which will enable a person to turn on a light or a fan through thought
At the moment, this is an experiment I am conducting with a small microcontroller But I have the ambition to acquire bigger equipment so I can continue the experiments until I achieve success

What do you think about this project? Do you think it is possible, or can it reach the level like that of Elon Musk?

#international
#pushtotheworld

[khalifa aminu @inventorkhalifa]

I am continuing experiments to connect the human brain with a machine using neurons

However I have realized that this work is not easy Nevertheless I have used an EEG sensor that captures brain signals, which will enable a person to turn on a light or a fan through thought
At the moment, this is an experiment I am conducting with a small microcontroller But I have the ambition to acquire bigger equipment so I can continue the experiments until I achieve success

What do you think about this project? Do you think it is possible, or can it reach the level like that of Elon Musk?

#international
#pushtotheworld

[Dr. Bee @BiN_Usman360]

@zillionokoye Interested

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@zillionokoye Interested

[Comr. Sarkin Yaki @ImranUmaar]

@SarkinMota_AMF My braza please give it to my mum not me. she is ageing and never been there. i am still young 🤲

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@Earnerfun Hi

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@zillionokoye I have done that sir

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@GlobalEllah Interested @GlobalEllah

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@MrCharlesky Interested sir @MrCharlesky

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@uniquenews616 This is what it shows when I clicked on the link

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@MrCharlesky Interested

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@HRRonald001 Interested

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@MrCharlesky Interested

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@jibreelKhalil

[Dr. Bee @BiN_Usman360]

@musa_kiliya Batch be signin is rescheduled for 2pm and 5pm for batch C