Àmadị

Student of Biochemistry || Gooner || Crypto

[The Husky @Mr_Husky1]

Nine years of working night shifts in hospice care taught me something I’ll never forget:

People nearing the end of their lives rarely ask for the things you’d expect.

Sometimes, they don’t ask for God. They don’t ask for miracles. Sometimes, they ask for something so small it breaks your heart.

Room 4 belonged to an 86-year-old man named Walter. He had lung cancer. His wife, Dorothy, had died in 2019, and he hadn’t had a single visitor in eleven days.

One night, around 2 a.m., he waved me over.

“Are you married?” he asked.

“No,” I told him.

He nodded slowly. “Then you probably don’t wear perfume.”

I smiled and told him I had some in my locker.

“What kind?”

“Nothing fancy. Just something cheap from the drugstore.”

He shook his head.

“Dorothy wore White Shoulders. Every night before bed. Not for church. For bed.”

He chuckled, but the laughter quickly turned into a coughing fit. When he finally caught his breath, he looked at the ceiling and said something I still think about.

“I used to tell her she was wasting it on me. She’d say, ‘The good stuff isn't for God. It’s for whoever has to look at you in the morning.’”

Then he smiled.

Not the polite smile people give strangers. The kind that belongs to someone remembering the best years of his life.

I finished my shift at seven that morning, but I couldn’t stop thinking about Dorothy.

So I drove to three different pharmacies until I finally found a bottle of White Shoulders. It was tucked on the bottom shelf, behind the nail polish remover.

$18.99.

That evening, on my night off, I went back to the hospice.

Walter was asleep.

I didn’t wake him. I sprayed a little perfume on the inside of his pillowcase, then sprayed a washcloth and gently folded it across his chest.

I sat beside him for a while.

He never opened his eyes.

But slowly, almost painfully slowly, his hand rose from the blanket. He reached for the washcloth and rested his palm flat against it.

Then he held it there.

His breathing softened. His face relaxed. For the first time in days, the tension seemed to leave his body.

I've watched many people die over the years. Nurses learn to recognize the moments when someone stops struggling against what is coming.

That night, I watched Walter settle into a memory that was bigger than the room he was lying in.

Maybe he was remembering Dorothy getting ready for bed. Maybe he was remembering the way she smelled when she climbed beside him. Maybe, for a few precious minutes, he wasn't an 86-year-old man dying alone.

Maybe he was simply a husband lying next to his wife again.

Walter passed away on Thursday morning.

Nobody came to collect his belongings.

His room was cleaned, his bed was remade, and eventually another patient moved in. The world kept going, as it always does.

But I never forgot him.

People think hospice care is about managing pain, administering medication, and making someone comfortable during their final days.

And yes, it is.

But sometimes, comfort isn't a medication.

Sometimes, it's a familiar song.
A voice you haven't heard in years.
A hand holding yours when the room goes quiet.
Or the smell of the person you loved most in the world.

We spend our entire lives building what we call home. We fill it with furniture, photographs, clothes, and all the ordinary things we barely notice until they're gone.

But when everything else is stripped away, home can become something incredibly small.

A familiar scent.
A remembered touch.
A voice saying your name.

Sometimes, home is the person you keep expecting to find beside you when you wake up.

And sometimes, when you can't bring that person back, the kindest thing another human being can do is help you remember them one last time.

I've worked nine years of night shifts in hospice care.

If there's one thing I've learned, it's this:

At the end of life, people don't always need someone to save them. Sometimes, they just need someone to remind them that they were loved.

[Dustin @r0ck3t23]

Every time something scarce became abundant, the world changed so fast that the people living through it mistook the beginning for the end.

Food was scarce for a hundred thousand years. Agriculture made it abundant, and people who had spent every waking hour chasing their next meal suddenly had something they had never owned before.

Time.

That time became villages. The villages became cities. The cities became language carved into clay, and then law.

Nobody standing in a wheat field understood they were building Rome.

Information was scarce for millennia. The printing press made it abundant. The church lost its monopoly on knowledge, and within two centuries every throne in Europe was shaking.

Nobody pulling letters from a press understood they were ending the divine right of kings.

Energy was scarce until we learned to crack the earth open. Coal and oil made it abundant, and a single person could suddenly command the force of a thousand. Within one generation the entire structure of work turned inside out.

Nobody shoveling coal understood they were building the middle class.

The pattern never changes. A resource that was hoarded becomes available. The people who held it resist. The structures built on that scarcity fall. And whatever rises in their place is invisible from where everyone is standing.

Here is the part almost everyone misses.

Information stopped being scarce a long time ago. The library, the search engine, the endless feed. We have been drowning in information for decades, and it never set anyone free, because information just sits there. It answers only the question you already knew how to ask.

Intelligence was the thing still locked away.

A mind on the other side. Something that explains, argues back, catches your mistake, and meets you exactly where you are standing. The part that bends toward you instead of forcing you to bend toward it.

That is what broke open.

For the first time, a person with nothing but curiosity and a connection can reach an intelligence that teaches, challenges, and builds alongside them in real time. No tuition. No admissions office. No permission.

The distance between what a person can imagine and what they can actually make is collapsing in front of us.

And the people most threatened by that are not the ones without talent. They are the ones whose entire standing depends on talent staying rare.

Every credential, every hierarchy, every quiet system that decided who was allowed to build and who was told to watch, is resting on a foundation dissolving underneath it.

They will fight it. They always do.

The church fought the press. The aristocracy fought the vote. The owners fought the union. Every single time a scarce thing became abundant, the ones who controlled it warned everyone else that the sky was falling.

The sky was never falling. The ceiling was lifting.

And the people underneath it, the ones who had been told their whole lives that the ceiling was the sky, finally looked up and saw nothing there to stop them.

That is what is happening right now.

Intelligence was never rare. Access to it was.

Access just became free.

Whatever gets built in the next ten years will not come from the rooms we are all watching. It will come from someone who was never supposed to have the tools, who right now has no idea that the thing they are doing has a name, or a scale, or a future.

Same as the wheat field. Same as the press. Same as the coal.

We never recognize Rome while we are still building it.

[Pat Utomi @UtomiPat]

A group of Business leaders gathered at Oriental Hotel in VI in Lagos last week openly lamented the state of Ozumba Mbadiwe the road leading to the hotel. Today I asked one of them how come so many powerful people could be so loudly critical and none could make a
Public statement to those they pay taxes to and have a right to hold accountable. The answer I got reaffirmed my view that the development failure in Nigeria flows from a crisis of elite.

[Àmadị @cvenenwali]

@thestrangerzw @DylanGTech @Cr7Godbrand Look at us o😭

[The Bitcoin Historian @pete_rizzo_]

JUST IN: UP CLOSE VIDEO SHOWS HOW HACKERS STOLE OVER $80,000,000 SILENTLY CORRUPTING LEDGER #BITCOIN WALLETS

A SCAM SHOP IN MALAYSIA WAS LISTED AS AN "OFFICIAL AUTHORIZED RESELLER FOR YEARS"

BEHIND THE SCENES, CRIMINALS WERE INSERTING MICROSCOPIC SPY CHIPS ON EVERY WALLET

THEY REPACKAGED THE DEVICE AND SHIPPED IT TO UNSUSPECTING VICTIMS

ALL THE WHILE IT WAS SILENTLY CAPTURING THEIR PRIVATE KEYS

THIS IS WILD ‼️

[oseni rufai @ruffydfire]

Rufai Oseni is broadcaster of the year 2026 at the Nigerian broadcasters media Award.

Thank you all and thank you God

I humbled

[Alex Onyia @winexviv]

In this building, students from Eindhoven University of Technology in the Netherlands transform their final-year projects into market-ready solutions.

They receive funding to bring their innovations to life.

Many world-class companies have offices around the university, giving students incredible opportunities to explore, innovate, collaborate and build successful businesses.

ASML, now one of Europe’s most valuable companies, has deep roots in Eindhoven’s technology ecosystem.

The University of Nigeria, Nsukka (UNN), can achieve this level of excellence if its leadership has the vision to see what is possible.

Universities should not just produce graduates. They should produce solutions, industries and companies that transform economies.

[Àmadị @cvenenwali]

@DylanGTech @Cr7Godbrand thought eve was the one that gave adam the apple

Adam was on his own, na set up 🥲

[‏ً @omgsidewalks]

One of the stranger parts of being an adult is realizing how many people have never questioned a single belief they inherited. Not even out of curiosity.

[👑S.A.L.A.K.O🕊 @UnkleAyo]

They've not given birth to the person that will make feel less African.

Showed up in my African trad for MSc graduation on 2023. Lol. Fuck your suits. :)

[Àmadị @cvenenwali]

@jessealordiah if suicide was a tweet

[Àmadị @cvenenwali]

@Usha9899 if suicide was a tweet 🥲

[Àmadị @cvenenwali]

@Ghenedinho 😂😂😂😂

[Àmadị @cvenenwali]

@vickAlmondo @Joshsumoski you no go include speed of light?

[Àmadị @cvenenwali]

@KeyzNeyo7605 @_CanvasAndKeys @gentledeyforyou @Joshsumoski @no_games12 😂😂

[Oloye. @Ol0ye]

Everything is more expensive because Tinubu devalued the naira and cancelled every relief that artificially kept things cheap like fuel subsidy. Inflation has risen as result.

So your money lost value to both inflation and devaluation.

Cost go up, earnings go down.

Vote NDC.

[Àmadị @cvenenwali]

@Omojuwa Was reading patiently waiting for that one name to be mentioned. As usual, I wasn't disappointed.

Never seen someone who was never considered a threat being obsessed about like this.

Surely a country that stomached Tinubu can make little room for Obi. Haha

[Oloye. @Ol0ye]

Since you people are already mad at me. I might as well spew all the other unpopular thoughts that I have. So we can get it over with.

- Sometimes I wish Peter Obi was a Yoruba man. He's as close to MKO as we have gotten since MKO.

- I don't think anyone else is taking this election seriously. Opposition parties included. It's why they aren't spending on their campaigns.

- I think Kwankwaso is only on the ticket to build clout for 2031. I think he'll leave NDC for either APC or a coalition of opposition parties in the next election cycle.

- I wish El Rufai had not gotten himself arrested. If there was ever a coalition to be had. He was the piece that could have kept it together.

- I still think only a coalition of all main opposition parties can unsit Tinubu. Even if it is an announcement that one party is puting his its structure behind the other and not a formal coalition.

- I think Tinubu has been an excellent president for the business and political elites so nobody is interested in funding anybody to unsit it.

- I don't think the people who are angry on Twitter have it within themselves to defend their votes in the face of physical violence on election day if it comes to that.

- I don't think that the people who are angry on Twitter understand that anger is not a political strategy.

- I think everyone is fine expressing their anger on X and subsequently patting themselves on the back for a job well done which will not leave enough anger for when they actually need it because they already got their moral validation from tweeting angrily on X.

- I still think Peter Obi's best path to Aso Rock is the same route Jonathan took. If that means Nigerians have to be patient, then so be it.

If I think of more. I will add them under.

Stay angry.

[Àmadị @cvenenwali]

@MS_Osmaan @Marowro1290 @clinton_obioma @RealOlaudah 😂

[Àmadị @cvenenwali]

It remains an assumption till you can bring documented evidence to substantiate your position.

Keep crying more than the bereaved. Na so you care reach about northerners that on one hand, you claim they need some sort of liberation while on the other, you relegated their relevance to only being useful in producing what you eat.

A purely bred, untainted idiot.

The bat will do your people only, akpa amu, beginning with your black hairy ass 😂😂