@adeife_adeoye OMG yes😭I love it. You really outdid yourself with the improvements on this. One thing I personally love is that there’s now an actual job section inside RemoteWorker where I can apply for jobs directly, get job alerts, & see opportunities without searching all over the internet
i probably shouldn’t be saying this publicly…
but i’m tired of seeing people struggle with AI videos
seedance 2.0 + claude + tiktok is literally broken
i’m talking hyper-realistic videos that make people stop scrolling and think:
“nah… this has to be a real person”
i spent weeks testing EVERYTHING
and finally locked in a system that:
- makes AI sound human (no robotic nonsense)
- adds natural body movement + micro expressions
- keeps videos consistent no matter how long they are
- cuts tool costs down like crazy
i wasn’t going to share this yet…
but f*ck it.
RT + reply “Ai UGC” and i’ll send the full step-by-step system
(if you’re serious, follow so i can dm you)
@KevinSzabo14 I don’t fully agree.
With a cold audience, $50 will always be easier to sell.
Less risk, quicker yes.
$500 only works once trust is already there.
I offended my wife yesterday.
No be small offense… the kind wey even you know say you don mess up.
I saw it for her face.
That quiet pain… no shouting, no drama.
But my ego?
My ego tell me, “You be man. No go apologize first.”
So I stand my ground like mumu general wey dey fight war wey no concern am.
She no argue.
She no shout.
She just… went quiet.
And that silence?
E loud pass insult.
Morning come…
I wake up, my mind dey on breakfast.
At least make life go back to normal.
I enter kitchen…
Nothing.
No tea.
No bread.
No “good morning”.
Just empty kitchen and tension.
Instead of me to apologize,
I say, “No wahala, I go cook.”
Na there my suffering start.
I enter kitchen with confidence…
30 minutes later, na confusion I cook.
Rice wey no gree cooperate.
Stew wey look like anger and regret mix together.
The aroma alone dey warn me.
I still serve am.
First spoon… I pause.
Second spoon… I drink water.
Third spoon… I accept say life no be by force.
That moment e clear me:
You dey suffer… and you still dey form ego?
Hunger don humble me finish.
I carry myself go meet her.
Voice don reduce…
“I’m sorry.”
No grammar. No explanation. Just truth.
She look me… pause small… then nod.
Few minutes later?
Correct food land.
Hot. Sweet. Peaceful.
That’s when I understand:
Ego no dey cook.
Pride no get recipe.
And if you like, use ego cook, na you go still suffer am.
I use my ego cook… and wetin come out punish me.
I still go back go apologize.
Now guess who is eating better this afternoon😌