Happy Birthday to my beloved son, Fewa boy. You are a great blessing to our family, and I am ever thankful to God for your life and all the joy you bring. Love you Fewa boy AKA Mbappé 😃🎂 … F.Ote💲
I owe an apology to content creators at my workplace.
At work, I built a system that scrapes the web, refines information, and turns it into engaging, high-converting content automatically and still post on major social media networks.
And it works… really well, i get to post more in 3 days than the team used to, in a month.
Too well.
Some creators on my team have already been laid off. Others are worried they might be next.
That doesn’t sit right with me, i feel sad because someone might build my own replacement sooner or later. I definitely have to evolve.
I genuinely wish there was a better balance, where tools like this amplify creativity instead of replacing it.
But the truth is, what I built was a better system in terms of speed, scale, and output.
That’s the uncomfortable reality of building in AI right now.
We’re not just solving problems, we’re reshaping roles.
I’m still proud of the engineering. But I’m also reflecting on the impact.
There has to be a way forward where efficiency and people can coexist better.
We can’t keep tweeting about this, something has to be done physically, madness has to be faced with madness, you can’t dialogue with a mad man, I don’t know what people in this neighbourhood are still scared of, they’re already faced with death
"My son please wake up, wake up, I know you're there, my son you're not dead. Promise isn't dead, my son wake up" This is a mother begging and hoping her son comes back to life.
This woman didn't make it. She passed too. Nigeria has shattered me💔💔