Leaving my own little mark here before time takes us all— my advice to the coming generations is…
Don’t be afraid of your hustle, Nobody will feed you when you are broke.
And Lastly
Never play fair in a game where others cheat.
None of us will see 3026, Rip to all of us, stay humble, nothing last forever 💔🥹
80 years from now this comment section would be full of dead people comments 🕊️😭
A 23-year-old Nigerian single mother with sickle cell disease is crying out due to severe pain and hunger. 💔
Please let’s support her, no amount of money is too small! 🙏🏽🥺
Most of us don’t know what others are going through behind closed door. 😔
Just a retweet will be highly appreciated. 🙏🏽
Account details below for those who are willing to support ⬇️
Crazy scenes in Nigeria
No job, person go hustle to get one small hustle dey manage
You go wan buy food to survive na AKPU/FUFU ladden with Paracetamol and detergent human being go buy chop am with stew wey get oil colouring with crayfish/fish wey dem preserve with insecticides.
Ok I no wan eat AKPU make I eat beans and plantain - dem don preserve beans with Sniper... God Abeg
You go decide to eat fruit as balanced diet na fruit wey dem use carbide ripe go dey your table
Life go stress you... Young man go decide to hangout with him friends - buy premium alcohol with mixers - fake Martel mixed with fake coke and ice men go dey gulp
After all the yamayama wey person don chop body go start dey pain you or your system go start dey show you shege - you go go buy medicines to help your life - Dem go still sell you fake drugs.
Which kind life be this one 😭😭😭
Naija Kuku keeme!!!
What exactly is going on? Kidney disease is now common💔
It’s so disturbing and unsettling to see kidney disease ravaging both young and old, yet regulatory bodies like NAFDAC are nowhere to be found in all of this!
It’s safe to say that NAFDAC died with Prof. Dora Akunyili 😢
You'll be shocked to know one of the leading causes of this kidney issue in Enough is AKPU & RED OIL
Processors soak cassava in Paracetamol & detergent for days!
Retailers add red dye to the oil to make it more attractive.
Imagine eating. AKPU that's made with Paracetamol & washing detergent & swallowing it with soup made with red dye at least twice a day!
What I can't imagine is - a young man working so hard to make a living and spending the little money he made on food that will eventually ruin his life!
How can a society be working against itself?
Nigeria is so weird!
In this life, sha, don’t let anybody rush you.
At 33, with a first-class degree, I was still sleeping on my parents’ couch in Ebute Metta, trying to figure life out.
I didn’t get my dream job until I was 36. I got married at 35 and started married life in a room and parlour tiny rooms in Mushin.
I started a business at 38 and failed woefully.
I tried again in my 40s. Failed again.
At 46, I opened an art gallery at Adeniran Ogunsanya, Lagos. It failed too.
At 47, I returned to the yoghurt business. Failed again.
At 48, we started again.
Then, at almost 50, I was compulsorily retired from my job.
Instead of seeing it as the end, I went fully into the yoghurt business.
I relocated to the UK at almost 52.
By 54, we had recorded over ₦2 billion in sales.
So please, be inspired by other people’s success, but never allow their success to put you under pressure.
Some people bloom at 25.
Some at 35.
Some at 50.
Some even later.
Your timeline is different.
Keep learning.
Keep trying.
Keep failing forward.
Keep moving.
You are not late. You are still writing your story.
Good evening.😊
Every African should see this video of a bilateral discussion between President Emmanuel Macron of France and representatives from Burkina Faso.
No one has made me happier for and prouder of Africa than the ladies in the video. Ibrahim Traoré has the best brains around him.✍️
For two years now I've suffered this injury...
Still in the hospital,
Still bedridding,
Still don't have the financial help to aid treatment,
Still not WALKING YET😔😔
But am hopeful, I know God will come through one day..
Please share my story, help me tag who can help.
@LouieDi13 Guy you be F00l fr, you literally ignored his text but the moment he mentioned he needs nothing from you lo and behold you replied. If una don get small money like this Una start Dey feel like almighty God. Big man my FOOT
I have been thinking about something lately, and the more I think about it, the more disturbing it becomes.
A lot of Nigerians became poor without doing anything wrong.
They didn’t stop working. They didn’t become lazy. They didn’t suddenly become irresponsible.
They simply woke up one day and realised that the money they had worked for could no longer buy the things it used to buy.
Think about someone earning ₦100,000 a month.
The person still wakes up early every morning, goes to work, puts in the same hours, probably works even harder, gets promoted occasionally and does everything society says a responsible person should do.
Yet every year, that person seems to be able to afford less.
At some point, ₦50,000 could buy a reasonable amount of food for the house. Today, you can enter the market with the same ₦50,000 and genuinely wonder where the money went.
Nothing happened to you.
The economy happened to you.
And I think this is something we don’t talk about enough.
Imagine working hard for years, only for circumstances completely outside your control to quietly reduce the value of everything you have worked for.
You didn’t lose your job.
You didn’t lose your salary.
But somehow, you lost your standard of living.
That is poverty too.
And this is why I struggle with the way we sometimes discuss palliatives.
Of course, when people are hungry, you must find ways to help them immediately. There is nothing wrong with providing temporary relief.
But surely, the bigger question should be:
Why did millions of working Nigerians suddenly need palliatives in the first place?
If a man could comfortably buy a bag of rice from his salary a few years ago and today he needs government assistance to buy that same bag of rice, giving him rice may solve today’s hunger.
But it has not solved the actual problem.
The real problem is that his labour has lost value.
And perhaps that is what we should be obsessed with fixing.
How do we make the Nigerian worker’s income valuable again?
How do we make ₦100,000 buy more next year, rather than less?
How do we make food cheaper by producing more?
How do we reduce the cost of energy and transportation?
How do we build an economy where salaries can actually keep up with the cost of living?
Because when I think deeply about it, perhaps one of the greatest things a government can do for its people is not to keep giving them money.
It is to build an economy where the money they earn has value.
There is dignity in being able to take care of yourself from the product of your own labour.
There is dignity in a teacher being able to feed a family from teaching.
There is dignity in a nurse being able to pay rent from nursing.
There is dignity in a young person working an honest job and gradually seeing life improve.
People should be able to look back after five years of hard work and say, “My life has become better.”
Not, “I earn more money today, but somehow I can afford less.”
That is the part that keeps bothering me.
Millions of Nigerians are not asking to become millionaires overnight.
They just want hard work to make sense again.
And maybe that should be one of the simplest ways we measure whether our economy is actually working:
Is the ordinary Nigerian who works hard becoming progressively better off, or progressively poorer?
Everything else is secondary.