𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗦𝗜𝗠 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗽𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝗱𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗰𝗲𝗹𝗹.
And it's not because you were involved in something shady.
It's because of what happened on that number before it reached you.
This is how the system fails you.
When law enforcement traces a number linked to a kidnapping, they find the registered owner.
They make an arrest.
The process is followed and the case is closed.
What they do not know is that the number was recycled months before the arrest.
The person in custody just bought a SIM.
And they inherited a criminal history they knew nothing about.
Now they are detained and the only records that can free them are sitting in a telecom company that will not hand them over.
There is nothing public showing when that number changed hands:
➙ No timestamp of when the previous owner left.
➙ No record a lawyer can independently verify.
➙ No way to separate the number's history from the person now holding it.
The investigators are not wrong for arresting.
They are just working with a broken system.
And it's a failing system that recycles numbers constantly but keeps zero public record of it.
That is the exact gap Pevra was built to close.
Every number on Pevra has a permanent ownership history recorded on the blockchain.
Any lawyer, investigator, or judge can verify exactly who owned that number and when.
There's no carrier cooperation needed or unnecessary waiting.
And nobody goes to a detention cell for a crime committed on a number they never owned.
Blockchain isn't just for finance.
It's the only infrastructure that can create a permanent, public record of phone number ownership.
And that's what Pevra is building on.
GM Pevrites.
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Number recycling is a security gap everyone is sleeping on.
In fact, it is a silent risk most people are completely ignoring.
Most times, we laugh it off when we get a random call or message meant for someone else.
But this goes way deeper than mild inconvenience.
Let me take you down memory lane.
That one phone number you have does more than you think.
→ Your bank sends OTPs to it.
→ You use it to recover your email.
→ Your WhatsApp lives on it.
→ Government platforms use it for verification.
→ Even your work, your doctor, and your contacts are all connected to that one line.
Now imagine you stop using that SIM.
And six months later, that same number is reassigned to a complete stranger.
There was no hacking or drama, and no one was trying to take your data.
Your bank alerts could start landing on a stranger’s phone.
OTPs that were meant for you and password resets you forgot might be tied to that line.
It doesn’t feel like a breach… until it is.
And nothing really stops someone from acting on that access once they have it.
Your identity may not move with the number, but the access does.
That’s the risky gap we’ve all gotten used to without questioning it.
And it doesn’t have to stay this way.
Pevra is working to fix this gap with permanent ownership, clean history, and real accountability.
I've been reading romance novels since I was 9.
And I mean that in the most unashamed way possible.
It started with a small phone my mum stopped using.
She left it on the table and at some point I just claimed it.
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I'd read stories people posted on Facebook in episodes and wait desperately for the next part like my life depended on it.
Then I graduated to novel apps like Light reader, Good novels, e.t.c. on my Itel Android.
In fact, I could literally boast among my friends that I had completed every stories they were just planning to read.
But Chinese stories were my weakness.
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The drama was always completely unhinged and I was obsessed with every second of it.
The plots twisted in directions I never saw coming and I loved being caught off guard every single time.
Trust me, I was so deep in these stories that I'd close the app and still be living inside the world in my head.
I got to a point that I was having imaginary arguments on their behalf.
Sometimes, I even cried for people who didn't exist.
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And somewhere in between all of that, three things happened without me even noticing:
➙ I became a very fast reader.
➙ I was getting inspired and writing down my own story ideas in my notes.
➙ I was absorbing something about storytelling without anyone teaching it to me.
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And the biggest lesson I took from all those novels was this:
A reader knows a good book from the very first paragraph.
Because a great writer doesn't introduce a story.
They drop you inside it so fast that by the time you realize what happened, you're already 50 chapters deep and it's 2 AM.
They paint the picture so clearly you stop reading and start living it.
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And that's the standard I want to carry into every piece of content I write.
The first line shouldn't be an introduction.
It's a door I need you to walk through without thinking.
I don't know if I am the only one that questions everything on some days.
I question whether I'm good enough.
Some times, I question whether I'm moving fast enough.
And it can also be whether any of the things I am doing is actually working.
But then I look back at where I started and I remember that...
I'm not where I want to be yet.
But I'm nowhere near where I used to be.
And yep, I guess that's enough to keep going.
Dear Young Nigerians,
One lesson from the 2023 elections, particularly in Lagos, should never be forgotten.
In the period following the presidential election and leading up to the governorship election, we witnessed a troubling shift in public discourse. Conversations that should have focused on competence, governance, development, and the future of our nation were gradually diverted towards tribal sentiments, ethnic divisions, and unnecessary suspicion among citizens.
Many sincere and well-meaning Nigerians participated in these conversations without realising that they were being drawn into narratives carefully designed by others.
Throughout history, whenever politicians find it difficult to compete on ideas, performance, character, or vision, some resort to exploiting the fault lines of ethnicity, religion, and identity. Their calculation is simple: a divided people are easier to manipulate than a united people.
Today, I see similar efforts emerging again, sometimes in more subtle and sophisticated ways. Narratives are planted, amplified, and circulated, often by individuals who genuinely believe they are defending a worthy cause, without recognizing the broader agenda behind such campaigns.
Let me state clearly that Pastor Enoch Adeboye remains one of the foremost fathers of faith in our nation. For decades, he has consistently preached the virtues of peace, prayer, love, reconciliation, and national unity. Even when faced with provocation, his response has always reflected humility, restraint, wisdom, and grace.
At 84 years of age, it would be unfair for young and able-bodied Nigerians to transfer to him responsibilities that properly belong to them. The task of building a better Nigeria rests primarily on the shoulders of the younger generation. It is their duty to lead the conversations, champion the reforms, and drive the positive change our nation urgently requires.
We must be careful not to become instruments in the hands of those who secretly nurture division while publicly preaching unity. In most cases, their target is not the individual being attacked; instead, it is the person who is attacking. Their real objective is to weaken the bonds that hold us together as one people and one nation.
I therefore urge all young Nigerians: do not allow anyone to recruit you into hatred. Do not allow anyone to weaponise your ethnicity, your faith, or your admiration for respected leaders.
Question every narrative. Verify every claim. Follow the facts. Resist manipulation.
The Nigeria of our dreams can only be built by citizens who refuse to be divided, who choose unity over hatred, and who place our collective future above narrow interests.
A New Nigeria is POssible. -PO
Hi, I’m Lateefah
I’m a wife, mother of two beautiful children, teacher, content creator, and founder of Islamic Tales for Kids. Somehow, between motherhood, teaching, creating content, and building a brand, I still find time to dream, learn, and work towards the goals Allah has placed in my heart.
I live in Nigeria, where my days are spent teaching children, creating meaningful learning experiences, raising my little humans, building a brand I deeply love, and trying to leave every child I meet a little better than I found them.
Teaching isn’t just something I do; it’s something I genuinely enjoy. There is something beautiful about watching children learn, grow, ask questions, and discover the world around them.
When I’m not teaching, you’ll probably find me reading a book, watching a movie, or enjoying my all-time favourite meal pounded yam with Okpella Egusi soup😛
I also love singing… alone. And yes, I love breakdancing too… alone😂😂
Despite being quite shy, I can be surprisingly playful and energetic.
I love calm, clean spaces and the peace that comes with them, which is why cleaning can actually feel therapeutic to me. There is something satisfying about putting things in order and creating a space that feels welcoming.
I dream of travelling around the world someday, experiencing different cultures, meeting new people, and collecting beautiful memories along the way.
One of my biggest dreams is to own a school and a bookstore , a place where children can learn, grow, imagine, read, and fall in love with knowledge.
Above all, I hope to raise children who love Allah, love learning, and become beneficial to the world around them.
Here you’ll find faith, family life, motherhood, children’s education, books, everyday reflections, a little humour, and the beautiful journey of building something meaningful one day at a time.
This page is where all those worlds meet.
If you’re new here, welcome. I’m so glad you’re here. Tell me where you’re following from and what brought you to my little corner of the internet.
🤍 Lateefah
"PREGNANCY OPENED MY EYES TO HOW DEEPLY PATRIARCHY HAS FAILED NIGERIAN WOMEN. 😫💔
Four pregnancies. Four beautiful children. Three in Nigeria and one abroad.
I was present throughout all four journeys. During the three pregnancies in Nigeria, I attended virtually every antenatal appointment with my wife. Every scan. Every test. Every check-up. I was there. I was also present at the hospital for the birth of all my children. In fact, all four babies were handed to me almost immediately after their mother carried them after delivery. But that is not even where I am going with this.
During those antenatal visits in Nigeria, I would see countless pregnant women looking exhausted, hungry, stressed and worn out. Some would arrive with babies less than a year old strapped to their backs while carrying another pregnancy. And almost every single time, I would be the only man there supporting his wife. The only man.
Every time we got home, I would ask my wife the same question "Where are the husbands of these women? Is this really how women are treated in the hands of this God-forsaken men?" 😫
I was born and bred in Nigeria, nobody teaches all this things. I read and learnt it myself and I understand the fact that a woman should never go through pregnancy alone.
Then I moved abroad. And my eyes opened even wider. During my wife's last pregnancy, despite working full-time, I never missed a single hospital appointment. Not one. And whenever we arrived, the waiting rooms were full of husbands supporting their wives. Men taking notes. Men asking questions. Men carrying bags. Men holding hands. Men showing up. That was when I realized something. Maybe I was not the normal one in Nigeria. Maybe that was why I always looked odd. Because what I was doing abroad was normal. What I was doing in Nigeria was treated like I was doing something extraordinary.
That was when I truly understood how deeply patriarchy has damaged Nigerian men and, by extension, their wives.
Nigerian men, stop this nonsense. Pregnancy was created by both of you. You may never fully understand what these women are going through physically, emotionally and mentally, but the least you can do is support them with your presence. And please, don't ever compare pregnancy to you going to work.
Look at the picture of my wife during our last pregnancy. Look at her tummy. Look at what her body had to go through just to bring another human being into this world. And you dare compare that to any work in the world? Are you mad or something? 😫
After everything pregnancy does to a woman's body, some of you still call women fat. Some of you still call women lazy. Some of you still call women cranky. Some of you still complain about stretch marks. Haaa. 😫 Every time I looked at my wife during those final months, I was genuinely afraid for her. The physical sacrifice alone was enormous. The discomfort. The sleepless nights. The body changes. The risks.
Men, respect these women. Give them their flowers every single day. They deserve far more than a simple thank you. And as for me, I still tell my wife thank you. Thank you for risking your life four different times for our family. Thank you for carrying our children. Thank you for enduring what I could never endure. Thank you for doing something that neither I, my father, my grandfather nor any man who will ever live can do.
African men wake up from your slumber. Women deserve more than gratitude.
They deserve respects"
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