Julienne. MBBS, MBA, MSc, apple of God’s eye!

Firm believer that a new Nigeria is POssible.

[Abdulwahab Animoku, PhD @AnimokuA]

Our students took on the challenge this year to represent Nigeria at Pan African Maths Olympiad, 2026 held in Ivory Coast. 18 years ago I spent a gruelling 9 hours solving some of the most difficult problems I have ever seen in my life. These students have already surpassed what I ever did while competing in secondary school. I am super proud of them. Today is the closing ceremony of this contest and we look forward to making history at this year’s outing. Special shoutout to @SpecialMaths instructors @Mmesomachi1 who spends crazy hours working with these kids. Watch out for the results today.

[Kalu Aja @FinPlanKaluAja1]

Happy 250th to the greatest nation on Earth

Happy Birthday

[Alex Onyia @winexviv]

The coding competition has started for the International STEM Olympiad Grand Finale in Rome, Italy.

It’s beautiful to see bright minds challenge themselves.

Next year we will have our children compete in the coding competition as well.

[Adeshola! @king_sholy]

This was too useful to lose in the timeline, so I put everything in one link (also for the lazy ones like me 😅)

Here
https://t.co/gglojtb5Sp

You'll find links to the hiring sheet, email templates, job update groups, and more, all in one place

Huge credit to Halo for this ❤️

[Julienne. MBBS, MBA, MSc, apple of God’s eye! @dnajulienne]

@BukkyOA @taadelodun 🥳🥳🥳. Congratulations!!!

[HALO | CAREER SPECIALIST @Halosznn_]

I spent my whole weekend working on this.

So here are 500 email templates for your next job applications, broken down by roles

Plus:
• A “before you send” checklist
• What NOT to do (with real examples)
• The formula behind every subject line and opener
• Industry-specific numbers to plug into your CV

This is the thing nobody is giving away for free but I am 💗

You’re welcome 💗
https://t.co/MWzhwSE83b

[Sarrah Bellus @sarrah_bellus]

A 7-year-old girl wrote to President Obama after losing her mother to cancer, and he wrote back.

17 years later, her letter lives on at the Obama Presidential Center. She became a registered nurse and thanked him for reminding her to dream big.

[Oyindamola🙄 @dammiedammie35]

This school of hard knockz guy that interviewed Dangote tried to interview this billionaire woman and her police escort dey move like say na bandits dem see😭😂

The woman makes 80 million dollars a year🤯 🥶

[Josiah @josiahjdp]

Daniel finally looked at her.

“No,” he said. “You wanted access. That’s different.”

For once, Margaret had nothing to say.

Life did not return to normal quickly. It came back in pieces.

We changed locks, passwords, school pickup permissions, pediatrician privacy settings, and every emergency contact form. We checked smoke detectors, nightlights, stuffed animals, and picture frames. I hated that we did. I hated that every innocent object looked suspicious for a while.

Lily began asking before accepting gifts.

“Who sent it?”

“Did you check it?”

“Can it see me?”

Every question cut into me. But little by little, she asked less often. Children heal unevenly. One day she refused to sleep with any stuffed animals. A month later, she carried a purple rabbit everywhere and named it Waffles.

Daniel started therapy. Not because he was broken, but because he finally understood that growing up with Margaret had trained him to question his own boundaries. He learned to say out loud the things he used to bury.

“My mother confuses love with possession.”Parenting books

“My father enables harm by staying quiet.”

“I don’t owe access to people who hurt my family.”

Those sentences changed him. Not instantly, but steadily.

As for me, I stopped replaying Lily’s birthday quite so often. For a while, I kept seeing the bear’s left eye, that tiny black circle staring out from a toy meant to be pressed against my daughter’s chest. I kept wondering what might have happened if Lily had not noticed something strange.

But she had.

That mattered.

Lily had seen what the adults tried to hide.

On her seventh birthday, she asked for a backyard party with cupcakes, bubbles, and a bounce house shaped like a castle. We invited her classmates, our neighbors, my brother Aaron, and Daniel’s aunt Patricia was not included.

Near the end of the party, Lily opened presents at the picnic table while Daniel and I stood close by.

There were art supplies, books, a glittery backpack, and a box with a stuffed fox inside.

Lily lifted it, studied its face, then looked at me.

“Mommy?”

I stepped closer. “Want me to check it?”

She nodded.

I checked the seams, the eyes, the tag, and the battery compartment that did not exist. Then I handed it back.

“All clear.”

She hugged the fox.

For the first time in a year, I watched her hold a stuffed animal without fear passing across her face.

Daniel took my hand under the table.

Across the yard, children screamed with laughter as bubbles drifted above the grass. The late afternoon sun turned everything warm and golden. Lily ran toward the bounce house with the fox tucked under one arm, her ponytail swinging behind her.

Daniel squeezed my hand.

“I think we’re okay,” he said.

I watched our daughter climb into the castle and vanish among laughing children.

“No,” I said softly. “We’re better than okay.”

Because the truth was, the teddy bear had not destroyed our family.

It had revealed the part of it that had already been dangerous.

And once we saw it clearly, we finally locked the door.

THE END.

[Dele Farotimi. A victim of Nigeria @DeleFarotimi]

You are unlikely to ever be as rich as Dangote, and you have already missed the boat to fame as either an athlete or an artiste. But you have gained immortality by your efforts in pursuit of a sustainable and relevant educational system for the youthful victims of Nigerian..👏🏿

[Smart👨‍💻 | Software Engineer @smartnakamoura]

What this means for fintech KYC

Right now, a fintech doing KYC is essentially trusting third-party verification APIs that pull loosely from NIMC’s database.

The new Act creates legal backing for interoperability…NIMC can now authorize secure, authenticated data exchange with banks, fintechs, and private platforms.

Faster onboarding. Cheaper verification. Less fraud surface.

[Y1kes @y1kespoet]

@_thabang_m https://t.co/oWE1KezSJd

[Pharaoh👳🏾‍♂️👑 @MrMekzy_]

To that person who has not been their self lately. Your spark will return and you will shine like you’re meant to be.

[Julienne. MBBS, MBA, MSc, apple of God’s eye! @dnajulienne]

@omotolani_2908 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼. Congratulations!

[tolu 💜 @Toluszn]

@armanifeante You are greater than Isaac newton

[Bambulu @Bqmbulu]

“If you haven't read hundreds of books, you are functionally illiterate, and you will be incompetent, because your personal experiences alone aren't broad enough to sustain you.”

— James N. Mattis

[Ƙŵɓñ🦅 @akokc_dark0]

Me: I've come to ask for your daughter's hand in marriage

Her father: Tired of using your own ?

Me:

[Ebelechukwu @_ebelechukwu]

The trigger has been removed.
The person causing the stress has left their lives. This reduces cortisol and it’s easier for her to stop stress eating amongst other things.
You people underestimate the effect a ‘bad’ partner can have on a person.

[OLI @Oli_Ekun]

While men slept, Tunisia nearly died at the hands of Japan 💔

[Hunter Biden @HunterBiden]

The Lessons I Learned from My Dad

I am not the man my father is.
I am trying. Some days closer. Some days farther.
He never sat me down and explained these lessons. He lived them. I’m still learning them.

Show up.
The kitchen table. The hospital room. The funeral. The picket line. The call from the son who won’t answer.
Show up.
Most days that’s the whole job.
My whole life I watched him do it. Not for cameras. Not for headlines. Not because there was something in it for him. He showed up because someone needed him.

I learned that grief doesn’t make you special.
My father buried a wife and daughter. He buried a son. Yet he never treated grief as a claim on other people’s sympathy. Instead, it made him notice theirs.
A mother who lost a child. A father sitting beside a hospital bed. A kid scared about what comes next. A son who lost his mother, his sister, his brother.
He always noticed.

I learned that power is not the point.
The people who chase power eventually confuse the office with themselves.
My father never did.
Whether he was a county councilman, a senator, vice president, or president, he was the same man.
The title changed.
He didn’t.

I learned that family comes first.
The train from Wilmington wasn’t symbolism.
It was every night.
He read to us. Showed up to games. Sat through hospital rooms. Waited up for children who were lost.
And when the day came that the country and the family could not both have him at full strength, he chose family. He relinquished the last chapter of how he wanted to be remembered. And he never complained about it.

Most of all, I learned that love is not soft.
Love is discipline.
Love is showing up at one in the morning when nobody is watching.
Love is answering the phone.
Love is staying.
Love is getting back up after life knocks you down and doing it all again tomorrow.
That love saved my life.
I’ve failed at many of these lessons, sometimes in very public ways.
He loved me anyway.

That’s the last lesson.
I am not trying to become my father.
I am trying to carry what he gave me.
And if I can do that, even imperfectly, that will be enough.

Happy Father’s Day, Dad. I love you.