I post a lot about the people I shadow
Never posted about someone who shadows me
He's there every morning before I log on
Every late night when I'm the last one in the building
He doesn't cc leadership when I mess up
Just quietly covers the balance
Every quarter I've come up short, he absorbs the liability himself
Never once asked for anything in return
So I finally looked at the terms
The buyer acquired 100% of the liability
The seller brought nothing to the table
And the buyer still closed
Unconditional
Turns out he signed it before I even knew there was a deal
My analyst tried to model the return
Said it doesn't work on a spreadsheet
Said the whole thesis is based on something he can't quantify
Told him welcome to the deal
Happy Easter
Crude-for-Naira: Dangote Refinery Receives Only 5 Out of Mandatory 15 Cargos of Crude Monthly - Bird
Dangote Refinery is operating at full capacity, processing 650,000 BPD, meeting not only Nigeria's fuel demand but also the regional demand. We've been vocal about the existing arrangement with the Federal Government under the crude-for-naira programme, which is often misunderstood as a pricing regime. It's actually priced at the full international benchmark without the foreign exchange implication, which has helped stabilise the FX market. However, that agreement isn't being met, not just in terms of volume but also quality allocation. We urge the government to be transparent with the allocation methodology. We should be receiving 13 to 15 cargoes of crude monthly to meet Nigeria's demand.
David Bird, CEO of Dangote Refinery
It was my birthday last week, and I was sitting in the breakroom at work when a younger coworker asked what my partner had gotten me. She already had her phone out, completely ready to see a picture of a designer bag, a massive $500 floral arrangement, or a viral-worthy dinner receipt.
I told her the truth: He spent his entire weekend covered in grease, replacing the alternator and brake pads on my car, and then he quietly paid off the remaining balance of my student loan that had been giving me rolling panic attacks for six months.
She gave me this deeply tragic, pitying look. “Oh. Well, that’s practical, I guess,” she said. “But you deserve to be spoiled. You know, the princess treatment. A man who really loves you wants to show you off, not just do chores. That's kind of the bare minimum.”
I just stared at her.
What she didn’t see was that for the last half of the year, I had been losing sleep, my hair was thinning from financial stress, and I was terrified to drive my car on the highway. My partner took his only two days off from his own grueling job, completely wrecked his hands under my hood, and drained his own savings, just to hand me back my peace of mind.
The internet has completely rotted our definition of romance. We have been brainwashed to believe that if a man isn't performing his love for an audience, buying things that look highly aesthetic on a TikTok reel, then he isn't doing enough.
We are out here casually calling a man's literal blood, sweat, and absolute financial sacrifice "the bare minimum" just because it doesn't come in a shiny box with a ribbon.
I left Kagoro for Jos few minutes to 9 last night.
I was in Kafanchan over the weekend for a funeral and yesterday I had to go inspect a farm and then attend a meeting so I left very late
Normally, I don’t move with my UBS1 blockchain phone. But lately I’ve been enjoying the wide screen for games. Even inserted a SIM recently (that decision saved me, but wait first).
So while packing for my trip last weekend i decided to carry the phone along, just in case I get bored at any point.
By 7pm last night I was still in Kafanchan waiting for a car to Kagoro. I brought out the phone from my backpack and started playing football. Played all the way to Kagoro.
We got to kagoro and i got into the front seat of the car taking us to Jos. We had to wait for another long time so that we can be at least 3 passengers for the car to move. The driver was very nice and friendly so we got chatting.
In fact we chatted all the way to Jos while enjoying good music so I just put the phone in the pocket of my jacket instead of returning it to the backpack.
We even exchanged contacts with the driver
One of the passengers dropped around Haita so there was only one person in the backseat. Somewhere around Vom, we picked three men returning from hawking fried fish.
I even bought fish but didn’t pay immediately since we were still in the same car.
We got to the front of Bukuru park, I dropped, and found my way home.
It was when I reached my gate that it hit me I didn’t pay for the fish. I felt bad, but there was nothing I could do at that point.
I Slept.
Morning came.
As I was stepping out for work then boom.
“Where’s my UBS1?”
Omo.
Everything started spinning.
Ah! My crypto machine wey i never really chop from!
Now, remember the sim i inserted in the phone? I didn’t know/have the number. So I didn’t bother even calling the phone
I retraced my steps. Called the driver. He said he even washed his car this morning before going to the office and there was no phone.
Na so I quickly start dey scan my head and phone o. And i somehow found the number of sim in the phone.
I called the number
It rang. No answer
Second call, someone answered.
It was Ibrahim, one of the fish sellers we picked at Vom. He saw the phone when they were dropping and told himself, “This phone no be driver own.” So he took it home expecting the owner to call. Even charged it overnight so the battery wouldn’t die.
He asked me to meet him at Bukuru market before 11am because he was heading to another market after frying fish.
He even joked about how he thought I had exchanged my phone for the fish i bought from his colleague.
Funny guy
Ibrahim literally guided me on phone through the market till I found him.
One man there who they all called ‘chairman’ made sure I confirmed I was the owner by making me unlock it in front of everyone. Then they all gathered to examine the “phone with another screen at the back.” 😂
One of them said this was the third missing phone Ibrahim has returned.
I paid for the fish and tried to give him extra money to appreciate him.
He refused.
I was stunned. Ended up staying almost 20 minutes just chatting with them about their business.
Gaskiya… good people still dey this Nigeria.
Please leave a prayer for the very kind Ibrahim.
Credits - James job(Facebook)
These polarising conversations about the impropriety of speaking ill of the dead are merely a reflection of the moral pluralism that governs us. We are a people of clashing orientations, but I believe these contrasts should not invite the chaos of perspectives and the name-calling that often follows.
For the religious, the line between public service and posthumous accounts of those entrusted with leadership will always be an uncomfortable subject. The contradiction, however, lies in expecting silence on the legacy of a person whose decisions influenced the welfare of society, whether for good or bad.
To submit yourself to public service is to subject yourself to a lifetime of scrutiny. I think supporters of public servants need to come to terms with this. While it is noble to draw the line when even your worst adversary passes on, we must understand that our moral code is not the law of the universe.
A public servant is not a private citizen, and so his story does not end with his demise. He is already a character in the story of his society, and whether you like it or not, his place can never be vacant in the records of his nation.
Your religion’s aversion to speaking ill of the dead does not mean that lies should be told about them, or that their chapters should be erased. It’s also not a denial of their actions. It simply means that the deceased has gone on to face the highest form of judgment. This is a complex issue because not everyone believes in life after death, so now you understand those who pursue earthly judgment for those who had wronged them.
Two truths can exist side by side. There is the truth of those who have outsourced final judgment to God, and that of those who refuse to be bound by the sentimentality of never speaking ill of the dead. In the end, it is the truth of the latter that sparks debate on the legacy of past leaders, whether they are remembered as heroes or villains. This should also remind discerning future leaders to live in ways that earn them favourable eulogies when their Creator calls them home.
We should not live with the confidence that society will forgive us when we are gone. We should strive to be fair in all our dealings and ensure that the imperfections we leave behind are unintentional, rather than the outcome of a deliberate resolve to harm those we were entrusted to protect.
@9mobilengCare Please, why am I getting the following error message on my line "not registered on the network" and people have been trying unsuccessfully to reach me through the number?
I understand that today is #InternationalMensDay. Some have encouraged men to talk about their mental health. Let me talk about mine. You can do any psychoanalysis you want. I don’t care. I just want to vent as a man.
As a man, I am likely to die before a woman of the same age. I can’t complain though. I think I got a good deal biologically. No bodily changes each month. No need to enhance my hair, eye lashes, eye brows, ears, lips, nails, etc. I can just shower, brush my hair, use a moisturiser and go!
I think that my life is a life of sacrifice. I have to protect and provide. I don’t mind that but it can be hard sometimes. I can’t complain though. I think it’s harder having to give birth, nurturing a family, and still be expected to provide as well. And to still have to protect my man from harm, including his inclination for self harm.
Sometimes, I don’t want to talk. I would like some time to think and plan. That I am not talking doesn’t mean there is anything wrong. It doesn’t mean there’s any issue between us. I just crave some silence.
As a man, I solve problems by thinking, not by talking it over with anyone. That I want some time to myself doesn’t mean I am not blissfully happy in your presence or that I want to be with another woman or to hang with boys. It’s just me and my brain.
However, I have been told that that doesn’t work in a relationship. I can’t complain though. After all, it’s not only me. I have to accommodate the fact that my woman may prefer to solve problems by talking them through. I hear that the approach of talking through problems is the better approach. It doesn’t work for me though. I would rather analyse the issue and think through a clear path to a solution BEFORE I talk about it.
It is not that I want to exclude my woman. I just want to deal with the issue the best way I know how. I feel that by the time I come to talk about it, I should have a plan. I believe that having a plan will reassure my woman. I don’t want to go into a discussion of the problem without at least the makings of a plan.
I actually never feel under-appreciated. I don’t feel
the need for any appreciation. I have a duty to do and I just do it. I can’t complain. It’s not a competition. If it were, I would lose every time because her job is harder than mine. However, there is blood flowing through my own veins too.
With financial and career success, my needs have actually become very few. Just love, food, alcohol, sex and peace. However, I must accept that my spouse may want more. Like more talk. More romance. More show of affection. I must try harder.
I feel incredibly lucky. I can’t imagine changing my surname and taking another person’s surname. Some even take the surname AND first name ( like Mariam Joe-Abah). Why? 🤷🏽♂️ I can’t imagine leaving my church or religion to take on my spouse’s. I won’t do that for anybody. I also won’t have spent all day at work and come back home to cook for anybody. Not even for myself! So, I can’t complain.
I know that no one is coming to save me. It’s me against the world. I am expected to always be the bigger person. After all, I must never be caught “behaving like a woman.” However, do not be surprised if I say No sometimes. Don’t be surprised if I am sometimes stubborn just for the sake of it, even when there is no apparent benefit from that stubbornness. Don’t be confused about the fact that I am not afraid of death or scared of any living being.
Finally, I am
Incredibly lucky to have the love of a good woman. I am a man. That is who I am. Everything I’ve said is not me complaining. I actually feel incredibly privileged and you don’t know how content I am. Still, today is a good day to celebrate me. When I’m dead, it won’t matter to me anymore.
Happy #InternationalMensDay to all men out there.
End of rant! 😂
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Give tweet to your accounting team
Is the National Assembly mining gold at the Federal Co-Operative College Oji River?
How else do you explain 419 insertions and a N90 billion budget hike? 🤷♂️
FCC Oji River sent N12.8 billion to the National Assembly. The National Assembly sent back N103.6 billion as an APPROVED budget!
Woow, just woow!
#TheBudgetisaMess
35 years ago, @SolaDavidBorha was a Manager standing over my shoulders (See Pix below) when I was the Poineer CEO of @StanbicIBTC. Today she was confirmed as the Chairman of Stanbic IBTC Holdings PLC. We give God the glory.
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Thank you @StanbicIBTC & @StandardBankZA. This has been an incredible 35-year journey that ends today, 10 June 2024. Every single day since 2 Feb 1989, I have been either the CEO, Chairman or a Bank Director. All good things must come to an end. I give God the glory at age 68 🙏🏽