We're glad to announce our podcast series "The privacy Chronicles" is finally live on @Spotify
We're expanding beyond 𝕏 to ensure you have a smooth listen on the go, even while being offline 🙂↔️
It only gets better from here. Soon enough privacy will be a meta in this region.
Special thanks to @cakewallet, my friend @IamNaomiEgbe and the entire team.
Listen below 👇🏽
https://t.co/w4CyJ0zNtb
At @btcplusplus today my group took PIP-03, the dispute policies for the Pontmore agent network.
Two layers to it. Agent to customer: when one party raises a dispute, the burden of proof falls on the other to bring the evidence that settles it.
The harder layer is keeping the escrow honest, since it both holds the funds and settles disputes. We worked toward reputation that degrades with each bad outcome, plus a shared insurance pool escrows stake into and can’t quietly exit.
I’ve been thinking of one thing though: who decides the escrow was at fault? If you’ve worked on this, I want to hear it.
Last night, chatgpt/codex notified me that they've suspended my plan. I felt so angry. I can't afford to lose momentum now cause I'm on a good run.
But the reality is that I got laid off 4months ago and I've burned through all my emergency savings to the point I can barely afford food talkless of an AI subscription.
So I decided to turn that anger and frustration into fuel. I prayed and slept sound. Woke up this morning, laced my shoes and embarked on my first half marathon. It was so hard but I did it. I finished strongly.
Things might be really tough today but I can't and wont stop pushing. Maybe I'll take a break and read some physical books, code with my hand and whatever till I can afford Codex again. Whatever is the case i have to keep moving.
A moving man will always meet his luck.
Representing @cakewallet at the @zano_project private economy conference hosted by @ZanoAfrica
Make sure you say hi to me and join my interview when you see me.
I was really low on fuel today but I needed to go pick up my kids from school. I was just praying that the fuel just brings me home. I drove to pick them up in our way back the car stopped in the middle of the road.
Chai, my fears finally came true. I had given my wife all the money I had for house upkeep so I was literally on zeros. One of my clients that supposed to pay for a property on Monday has been delaying.
I didn’t even know what to do.
I called a friend of mine and told him my ordeal. He asked me where I was and I told him.
He didn’t say anything and he hung up.
I was there just contemplating what to do, I decided to call my wife to send me small cash but I couldn’t even leave my kids there to hunt for fuel, plus I didn’t have jerrycan in the car.
While contemplating I saw that my guy driving down. He came out with 5 liters of fuel in a Jerry can. You needed to see my relief. 😮💨
In this life, don’t do it alone. Have people you can call, and also be someone others can call upon.
#Brotherly
Different locations
Bound by one purpose, making payments easy
From Florida to Lagos, Casablanca to Paris
There's Cake for all come have a taste of @cakewallet 🍰🎂
Different locations
Bound by one purpose, making payments easy
From Florida to Lagos, Casablanca to Paris
There's Cake for all come have a taste of @cakewallet 🍰🎂
As crypto and emerging tech continue to shape how we live, earn, and interact, understanding privacy and Web3 is no longer optional.
It's personal.
It's financial.
It's foundational.
Over the past few years, we've seen growing interest in privacy, digital ownership, Web3 and the future of online freedom.
Yet for many people, these topics still feel confusing or overly technical.
That's why we created @privacychronics
A podcast backed by @cakewallet and dedicated to breaking down privacy and Web3 in the most relatable, honest, and human way possible.
It doesn't matter if you're completely new to privacy and Web3 or simply looking to deepen your understanding, tune in and join the conversation.
We're live on
X: @privacychronics and
Spotify: https://t.co/LriTQKGL8j
I once heard a saying
"Until the Lions learn to write, the hunter will always take the glory"
This remains unarguable till date
Until we as Africans learn to build functional products and reduce dependence on 3rd party, actual power will forever lie in the hands of others
Join us this evening as @phygitalviolet_ lays a rock solid foundation as to why AFRICANS MUST BUILD
https://t.co/zqQ1wlcurv
Africa can not consume its way in prosperity.
Join us today on @privacychronics as we discuss “Why Africans Should Build” with @phygitalviolet_
⏰: 8PM WAT
Africa can not consume its way in prosperity.
Join us today on @privacychronics as we discuss “Why Africans Should Build” with @phygitalviolet_
⏰: 8PM WAT
My daughter knows I love her deeply, but I don't hesitate to discipline her when she crosses the line. Last night, after a serious talk-down, I sent her upstairs to her room.
Tell me why this little girl woke up this morning and one of the first things she asked was, “Dad, why didn't you come upstairs to pray and kiss me last night?”
We spent almost ten minutes talking about what happened the previous night, and the girl calmly told me she was wrong, but that I was wrong for not coming upstairs to pray and kiss her.
Once again, I got reminded that we shouldn't be so angry with the people we love that we stop showing them love and care.
Last Thursday night I ran out of fuel on Third Mainland Bridge.
11pm.
Phone at 2%.
No powerbank.
I want to tell you what happened next.
I pushed the hazard lights on and sat in the car.
Trying to think.
Cars were flying past me.
Nobody slowed down.
Not one person.
Lagos at night on that bridge is a different kind of alone.After about 15 minutes I saw headlights slow down behind me.
A danfo bus.
Old. Battered. One headlight slightly dim.
The driver came down.
Big man. Rough looking. Dirty shirt. Chewing something.
My first thought was fear.
My second thought was I had no choice.He looked at my car.
Looked at me.
Said "fuel?"
I nodded.
He didn't say anything else.
Just went back to his bus.
I thought he was leaving.
He wasn't.He came back with a small gallon.
Maybe two liters.
Old plastic container with a rubber pipe attached.
Like he kept it specifically for situations like this.
He poured it into my tank without being asked.
Without negotiating.
Without even looking at me for approval.I started the car.
It came on.
I came down immediately and opened my wallet.
I had ₦15,000 on me.
I held it out to him.
He looked at the money.
Then looked at me.
And shook his head.I thought he wanted more.
I told him it was all I had.
He said "keep am."
Just like that.
Keep am.
I stood there confused.
This man just helped a stranger on a bridge at 11pm and didn't want anything.I asked him why.
He leaned against his bus.
Took a long breath.
And said something I have not stopped thinking about since.He said in 1998 he broke down on that same bridge.
Night time.
Pregnant wife in the passenger seat.
No phone. No money. No fuel.
He said he sat there for almost an hour crying and praying.Then a man in a big car stopped.
Suit and tie.
Looked like someone who had no business stopping for a danfo driver.
But he stopped.
Bought fuel from somewhere.
Came back.
Filled his tank.
Refused every kobo he offered.
Said only one thing before he drove off."Pass am forward."
That was it.
Pass am forward.
The man in the suit drove away and he never saw him again.
25 years he carried those three words.
Third Mainland Bridge.
Waiting for his own turn to use them.I stood on that bridge and didn't know what to say.
This man had been holding onto someone else's kindness for 25 years.
And he chose me to give it to.
A stranger in a car he had never seen before.He got back into his danfo.
Gave me one nod.
And drove off into the night.
I stood there watching his one dim headlight disappear.
Holding ₦15,000 I couldn't give away.I sat back in my car for a long time before I drove off.
Thinking about the man in the suit in 1998.
Who had no idea what he started.
A chain of kindness that crossed 25 years and found me on the same bridge.I don't know who that danfo driver is.
I don't know his name.
But somewhere in Lagos tonight he is driving that old bus.
With one dim headlight.
And a heart that has been quietly changing lives since 1998.
Pass am forward.
*What are you passing forward today*?
Karma!!!!!
You will definitely reap something some day.
Depends on what you have been sowing!!!!