At Ethnos, excellence is one of our core values, and we believe talent knows no boundaries.
When our Office Assistant, Taiwo Akinwale, enrolled in the Ethnos Cyber Academy 2026, he didn't just complete the program, he emerged as one of our top performers. 🏆
Today, we're proud to celebrate another milestone in his journey. Taiwo is officially transitioning into our Managed Security Services (MSS) team, taking the next step in his cybersecurity career. 🛡️
His story is a powerful reminder that when talent is nurtured and given the right opportunities, incredible things happen.
Watch the video to hear Taiwo share his inspiring journey in his own words, and don't forget to leave him a message of encouragement in the comments.
#EthnosCyber #EthnosCyberAcademy #Cybersecurity #CareerGrowth #TalentDevelopment #ManagedSecurityServices #PeopleFirst #Excellence #CyberTalent
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After weeks of rigorous research and in-depth analysis, we're proud to present the Ethnos Cyber Q2 2026 Cyber Threat Chronicle Report.
Africa's cyber threat landscape continues to evolve at an unprecedented pace. Staying informed, keeping security tools up to date, and making intelligence-driven decisions are no longer optional—they're essential.
This Q2 edition highlights the key cyber threats, attack trends, emerging risks, and critical areas of focus shaping Africa's cybersecurity ecosystem. These insights are essential for every business that processes data and digital transactions.
For the full report, click the link below to download your copy:
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HR: We lost our top employee today.
CEO: What happened?
HR: He resigned.
CEO: That makes no sense. He was our top performer.
HR: Yes. And that was part of the problem.
CEO: What do you mean?
HR: He found out he was earning 15% less than one coworker, 11% less than another, and 8% less than a third.
CEO: How did he find that out?
HR: He discussed salary with his coworkers during lunch.
CEO: That violates the employee handbook.
HR: That is what you told him.
CEO: Because employees are not supposed to discuss compensation.
HR: He was not the problem. The pay gap was.
CEO: There are many factors that determine pay.
HR: He had the same job title, the same length of service, and more tenure than two of them.
CEO: That does not automatically mean equal pay.
HR: He also handled the highest number of clients and generated the third-highest revenue.
CEO: Salary reviews are done in March.
HR: He was not asking for a promotion cycle. He was asking why the lowest-paid person on the team was also one of the strongest performers.
CEO: I told him we could discuss it later.
HR: You also warned him that discussing pay could lead to a formal warning.
CEO: I was reminding him of company policy.
HR: He heard it as punishment for discovering he was underpaid.
CEO: That was not my intention.
HR: Intentions do not matter much when the message is, “You found unfairness, so now you are in trouble.”
CEO: Then he resigned immediately?
HR: Yes. He used his saved vacation days to shorten his notice period.
CEO: I tried calling him after that.
HR: I know. You wanted to restructure his responsibilities and revisit his compensation.
CEO: Because losing him creates a serious gap.
HR: He already knew that. That is why the underpayment hurt even more.
CEO: Did he respond? ↓
So yesterday PCOS was renamed to PMOS. After 11 years and about 22,000 people fighting for it.
If you’re one of the women who was told to just lose weight or come back when you want children, the reason it was renamed is going to make a lot of things make sense.
Keep reading🧵🩷
This Workers’ Day, we’re not just celebrating work, we’re reflecting on how to make it better. To the people who power every organization—your voices matter, and your impact is undeniable.
Happy Workers' Day and a Marvellous May ahead!
#HappyWorkersDay#EmployeeVoices #CorporateCulture #Nigeria #Change
The fact that we don’t pay for jack on that app, no subscription, no premium, nothing. Just enjoying the gift of the word of God because it should be freely given🥹 Commendable❤️
No one talks about how the systemic poverty in Nigeria robs you of the ability to reciprocate certain gestures to your friends abroad. Friends randomly send you £200 $150,etc. You want to do same but exchange rate and low disposable income are mocking you. Smh
Pastor Jerry Eze hired KPMG for his charity.
That means that people that can pray very well but have not developed themselves WILL NOT get the grant.
It's important to also stress this.
If you’re using Airtel and it seems like your internet isn’t working even though you have data, try turning on a VPN on your phone. Using a VPN can make it work instantly.
My father never came to a single thing I invited him to.
Not my primary school graduation. Not my secondary school prize giving where I collected 3 awards and kept looking at the gate. Not my university matriculation. Not the ceremony when I got called to bar in 2012. I'd send him the date weeks in advance and he'd say I'll try and that was always the full sentence. I'll try. No follow up. No explanation after.
My mother would sit in his place and clap loud enough for 2 people.
I stopped inviting him after the bar call. Not from anger. Some people love you completely and still cannot show up and after a while you stop making them feel guilty about it.
He was not a bad man. I want to be clear about that.
He was a mechanic in Mushin for 35 years. Worked 6 days a week. Sent every one of us to school. Never raised his hand. Never left. The lights stayed on and the rent was paid and there was always food and he did all of it quietly without asking to be celebrated.
He just could not sit in a plastic chair and watch something.
I accepted that and moved on.
Last year I bought my first property. A flat in Ojodu. Took 9 years of saving and 2 years of paperwork and a lawyer who nearly finished me. When the keys finally came I sat in the empty flat on the floor for an hour just breathing.
I called my mother first. She screamed. My sister cried.
I didn't call my father.
3 days later he called me.
Said he heard about the flat from my mother. Said he wanted to come and see it.
I didn't know what to do with that so I just said okay. Gave him the address. Figured he'd say I'll try and we'd never speak of it again.
He showed up on Saturday at 9am.
Stood at the door in his good agbada. The one he only wears for serious things. Holding a small nylon bag.
I let him in and he walked through every room without speaking. Not quickly. Slowly. Like he was counting something. He checked the pipes under the kitchen sink. Knocked on the walls. Opened and closed the windows twice each. Looked at the ceiling in every room the way only a man who has fixed things his whole life looks at ceilings.
Then he came and stood in the sitting room and looked at me.
Said the pipework is good. Said the windows seal properly. Said whoever built this knew what they were doing.
I nodded.
Long silence.
Then he opened the nylon bag.
Inside was a small framed photo. Me at maybe 7 years old sitting on the bonnet of an old car in his workshop. Grinning. Both legs swinging. He's standing beside me with his hand on my shoulder looking at something outside the frame. I remember that day. I had gone to the workshop after school and he let me sit there while he worked and gave me a Fanta and put a Michael Jackson cassette on the small radio.
I didn't know anyone had taken a photo.
He said he kept it on his workshop table for 22 years. Said he wanted me to have something for the new place.
I held that frame and stood very still.
He said he knew he missed things. Said he was not good at the sitting and watching. That crowds made something in him go wrong in a way he never knew how to explain.
Then he said the flat was good and he was proud and he asked if there was anything in the kitchen because he hadn't eaten.
I laughed.
Made him eggs and bread while he sat at my kitchen table in his good agbada like he owned the place.
We ate and he told me about a car he was working on. I told him about a case that was giving me trouble. Normal conversation. The kind we should have been having for years.
He left at 1pm. At the door he gripped my shoulder the same way he did in that photo.
Didn't say anything.
Didn't need to.
The photo is on my sitting room wall now. First thing I hung in the whole flat.
Some fathers cannot sit in the plastic chair.
But mine drove to Ojodu in his good agbada on a Saturday morning with a 22 year old photograph in a nylon bag.
That was his standing ovation.
I just didn't know to look for it in that shape.
A coworker died yesterday morning😭.
HR knew by 9 :00 AM, but they kept us working all day. They finally told us around 4 :30 PM, then had the nerve to say, "You can head home early if you need to"—knowing we all finish at 5: 00 PM anyway.
This morning, it’s back to "business as usual." Some of my friends are literally sobbing at their desks, but they’re expected to work and be productive. No time to grieve.
It’s a cold reality. Within a week, the company will have his job posted online. Within a month, someone else will be sitting in his chair.
But his family ,his children will still talk about him every day,they will ask where is daddy , His wife will mourn him for ages ,he was the love of her life .
At work, we are just a "resource" that can be replaced in a week. At home, we are the world. Stop giving your best energy to a desk that will forget you, and giving the "leftovers" to the people who never will.
An 11 year old girl came to register for antenatal at the hospital but said she was 17. We could clearly see she was not 17 so we pressed further until she said her real age.
We asked her and she said the man that impregnated her was the person that brought her to the hospital but he stayed outside at a distance. We came up with a plan to lure him in, then the police was alerted. They eventually came and took him away, while her parents were also contacted.
The next day I asked for update of the case and the police said they released the man because the girl’s father paid the man’s bail. The girl’s father said he gave the girl to the man as debt settlement of money he borrowed but couldn’t pay back.
How much did he borrow? ₦150k 🤦🏾♀️
This. Just look at this. The promise of The Almighty to you! He owns you, He carries you. He sustains you.
No other sacred text has this. The Bible is just too beautiful.
If you have male children, you have a SACRED task of ensuring your son not only stands solid in character, but that he is also wise and courageous to stand up to his fellow men when they say and do evil to women.
I'm a testament of this..
I joined CCI in 2022, volunteered to serve in the media and tech unit (stage lighting) with no prior knowledge or experience.
Last year, I had 2 weddings and 4 outdoor party I helped handle the events all from the knowledge I got from serving in church.