Full grown adults that can’t swim, cycle, skate, backpack, take a gap year, vacation, play an instrument or speak multiple foreign languages. Just a lifetime of hustling and trying to leave survival mode. These are subtle poverty metrics that no one really talks about
I feel like it’s a thing for people in power to rarely face the consequences of their actions. That’s probably one of the reasons some of them become toxic in the first place, they know it’ll barely ever be addressed, even when people are clearly being pushed out because of them.
But, at some points, it ends though
I support this.
If your parents are poor and have toiled to fund your education from primary school to university, and you get a very good job immediately after NYSC, stay and take care of them, rather defer the time they will start reaping their imvestment in you for another four years.
They won't be with you forever. Having the opportunity to start supporting your aging parents as early as possible is one of the greatest achievements of a child.
This may not apply if your parents are rich or you have elder siblings that have already done that for them before you. But the physical proximity to them is important, still.
Bro, focus on yourself.
Finding someone with a growth mindset who is determined to escape generational poverty in Nigeria is through divine connection. They exist, but they are sparsely distributed.
In 2025, I brought together a few Nigerians whom I perceived to be growth-minded. I proposed that we pursue collective growth through partnerships and wealth creation strategies such as land banking among others.
I created a group chat and added everyone after they consented to the idea.
I even put a lawyer on retainer to give the proposed partnership a legal structure in case trust was an issue.
One year later, nothing came out of the group despite frequent follow ups.
I tried again to build businesses through partnerships and co-founder arrangements, only to realize that it is extremely rare to find someone who genuinely shares your interests, ambition, goals, and vision.
With that realization, I focused on building alone. And whenever I think about what I’ve accomplished by myself, I can’t help but imagine how much more we could have accomplished together as a group.
It reminds me of the African proverb: “If you want to go fast, go alone. If you want to go far, go together.”
I guess we’ll all meet at the top.
Being a Christian yet a tribalistic person is a contradiction. If you look down on someone because of where they come from, you have not yet fully encountered the gospel of Jesus Christ. End tribalism in Nigeria.
Happy Sunday.
It was hard. I will be honest. Really hard. But I chose to see it from a different perspective. African fathers are a different breed. They are notoriously poor at expressing love and would sooner stomp, shout and curse when all they want to say is, “Be careful.”
Then I considered the circumstances in which my father himself was raised. He, too, was a product of his generation, carrying wounds I will probably never fully understand. So, after everything that passed between us, I found myself looking at him a little more kindly. That is not to say it was easy. It wasn’t. Some of the things that were said are difficult to let go of. Really difficult. There are days I remember them and, for a fleeting moment, feel quite frankly inadequate.
It is why I laugh when strangers on the internet attempt to troll me. My own father has said worse. Who the hell do you think you are that your words should matter? But then, he is my father, and this is his first time being one. I have learned, difficult as it has been, to cut him some slack.
The problem with many young people in Nigeria is not that they are poorly read or not smart. It is that they are unteachable and have no respect for knowledge. They actively despise it. And this is understandable, because the Nigerian political elite has shown them that knowledge or education is largely useless if you want to succeed in the country.
So you see people being proudly anti-intellectual and openly mocking anyone who tries to engage in any kind of deep discourse or serious debate. The result is that the dumbest of the lot become trend setters, leading public discourse and shaping culture. Many who are smart often capitulate because they too need to survive in this sea of foolishness.
Whoever stands a chance at changing Nigeria cannot meet the people where they are. That person will have to move against the tide to elevate public discourse out of the gutter that it is now in, prioritise and incentivise education and critical thinking and reward those who are interested in shaping a nation that is not led by charlatans and idiots.
The smartest people I've worked with were all completely clueless at some point.
I froze the first time my manager asked me to schedule a meeting in Outlook.
I didn't even know Outlook could schedule meetings.
So I walked to his desk and asked what time worked best.
He said, "Check my calendar and book a room."
That made no sense to me.
So I spoke to a colleague who showed me how to see people's availability, pick a slot, and reserve a room.
It felt like magic.
I have scheduled tons of calendar invites on my own without help.
Stop getting embarrassed by your growth.
While I absolutely do love the idea of wearing your natural hair, I would opt for a wig if need be, my natural is a lot to handle and on the days I do not feel like it, I will wear a wig. Wearing a wig or a protective style doesn’t translate to “I hate my natural hair”
One thing I've observed now that I'm 35+ is that careers are far less linear than we think.
People build incredible careers and businesses but what I've also seen is that sometimes things fall apart. Not because they're lazy. Not because they're incompetent. Not because they did anything wrong.
My wife @gechife has a remarkable facility with words. Always finds the right vocabulary to express her thoughts. And I must confess, her wordplay is both charming and enjoyable.
I’m a poor disputant in the crucible. Barely eloquent. Speech halting and fraught with incoherence. Too many ideas fill the head at the crucial moment overwhelming speech processing (Alas, the words get disjointed, and some are lost).
Over the course of our long marriage, I have done my best to be an upstanding gentleman who avoids arguments; Her verbal dexterity overwhelmingly a key consideration, like a nuclear deterrent (Whilst laboring on my opening point, she’ll be framing a perfect closing).
And so I come here vanquished, the casualty of many decisive defeats, owning my L and failing the Patriarchy, and embracing Prose, my fair mistress 🤣 🤣
The whole problem started when a security man also doubled as an errand boy.
It clearly shows that her working place are not serious about safeguarding their lives and properties.
I hit rock bottom after squandering all my savings in reckless financial decisions.
The advice I'll give:
1. Go home. Could be your actual home or wherever feels like home.
2. Eat all you can. Just survive first.
3. Run to a company of men, you'll see that your story isn't unique. My cousin, Chuka, really came through for me and other close friends. Can never forget but I had to open up.
4. Read the book, "Man's Search for Meaning" to put your 'suffering' in context.
5. Pray a prayer of Thanksgiving. Especially if your rock bottom didn't come with a sickness or disease, you can't thank God enough. Just stay grateful without asking for anything for like 4 weeks straight.
6. Know that rebuilding is part of the process and take each day at a time.
Still recovering but the above really helped me.