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I once sat in a meeting where a director spent 40 minutes explaining why our team was underperforming. Every single example he used was caused by a decision he made. Nobody said a word. We all just nodded. I went home that day and updated my resume for the first time in 3 years
Let me address this bullshit.
When I first moved fully to Lagos, because of lack of money for rent and not knowing anyone, I squatted with a senior friend at Gbogije, while I worked at Alausa, Ikeja.
Road 10, Gbogije to Lakowe was about 5 hours by road. So I wake up by 4 in order to get to the office by 9am.
If I make the "mistake" of waking up "late" by 5pm, I'll get to the office by 10am on average. So, 10 hours on the road, on average EVERY DAY. I nearly ran mad. This coupled with lots of abuses and threats of sack by my employer then.
My parents were not dirt poor but they more or less sacrificed all their savings to our schooling, so there was literally nothing to fall back on. Eating meat sef became a luxury but my dad was extra resourceful that there was no way to know that we ate one meal almost every day, with plenty warming.
See, the plan was and is to make it or make it. The worse part? This had to be done legally, because whatever unexplained income sent home will be routinely questioned.
When I speak the way I speak, it's down to the fact that I've been in the trenches of despair and whatever God has helped me accomplish is through HIS gift of the sheer exertion of will.
Even if it will take me going back to sleep on the streets, so be it, but an Employer has never and will never own my soul.
It's probably unheard of in your environment, but let me be a living testimony to that.
1. My son, currently in 400 Level Medicine and Surgery scored 333 in JAMB but his name did not even APPEAR on the Admission List. I was later told by the Institution that, my son could be offered Micro Biology. I told the Registrar of the institution POINT BLANK that, "I have spent HUGELY (Several Millions of Naira) to get my Son to this Point of Entry (PoE) to become a Medical Doctor and not to become a Biology Teacher through her offer of Micro Biology. This Registrar was so MEAN. She simply told me, we are very sorry, Micro Biology is the BEST we can OFFER your son.
2. At this Juncture, I proceeded to JAMB Headquarters, Abuja to meet with Prof. Oloyede who swiftly asked for my son's JAMB details, punched these details into his laptop and everything concerning the university came up on his screen.
3. Prof. Oloyede said and I quote: "Dr. Muyiwa Kayode, please go back home and sleep with your two eyes closed. From what I am seeing on my screen, your son is No.3 on the List of Medicine and Surgery of this institution with a JAMB SCORE of 333 which comes behind two other JAMB scores of 348 & 334 respectively. Unfortunately, none of these chaps, including your Son (i.e JAMB Score 348, 334 and 333) made the Admission List"
4. Prof. Oloyede continued and I quote: "Dr. Muyiwa Kayode, in SANE countries, this Institution should have sent the College Driver with an official vehicle to go and fetch your son from Ekiti to campus having projected himself into the MERIT LIST of this Institution but unfortunately, the endemic corruption in these institutions will just not allow them to follow Due Process"
5. Right in my presence, Prof. Oloyede put a call through to the Vice Chancellor of this Institution, setting his phone on speaker and spoke angrily at the Vice Chancellor, lamenting on the endemic corruption under his nose as it concerns university admission. This Vice Chancellor apologized to Prof. Oloyede saying what has just happened must have been an ERROR of OVERSIGHT on the part of his Management Team & promised Prof. Oloyede that he will personally ensure the Error of Oversight is corrected.
6. Within 24 hrs of that conversation between Prof. Oloyede and the Vice Chancellor, my son checked the university's Admission Portal and discovered his name has been INCLUDED as Number Three on the admission list while the names of the other chaps that scored 348 & 334 also appeared on the admission list as Number One and Number Two respectively.
7. The good news in all of these is that, my son that would have been CRIMINALLY denied admission ab-initio now TOPS his class with a G.P.A of 4.85
This is neither Federal nor State government doing... Every sector of the economy in Nigeria is corrupt.
Photo: Prof Ishaq Oloyede, Registrar, Joint Admission and Matriculation Board ( JAMB )
I just got to the office now and heard that my colleague that has been an HR assistant for 10 years Quit.😂
In those 10 years, 3 HR managers have come and gone. All outsiders and they were trained by her.
Last one resigned and for the first time, I thought maybe they’d finally see her.
Instead, they brought another outsider.
So instead of training him as usual, she did something different.
She got another job, tendered her resignation and took her one-month leave.😭
Now the office is struggling.
HR is a mess.
And people are just realizing, She was HR.
I just got to the office now and heard that my colleague that has been an HR assistant for 10 years Quit.😂
In those 10 years, 3 HR managers have come and gone. All outsiders and they were trained by her.
Last one resigned and for the first time, I thought maybe they’d finally see her.
Instead, they brought another outsider.
So instead of training him as usual, she did something different.
She got another job, tendered her resignation and took her one-month leave.😭
Now the office is struggling.
HR is a mess.
And people are just realizing, She was HR.
Obi is not ready to give delegates money to elect him as the presidential candidate of a party.
And he knows that if he goes for such primaries, he won't win.
He wants to become president without inducing people financially.
That's a man that wants to lead.
Not oppress.
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Fellow Nigerians, good morning.
I woke up this morning after my church service with a deeply reflective heart, and despite every constraint, I felt compelled to share these thoughts with you.
Many people do not truly understand the silent pains some of us carry daily—the private struggles, emotional burdens, and quiet battles we face while trying to survive and serve sincerely in difficult circumstances.
We now live in an environment that has become increasingly toxic, where the very system that should protect and create opportunities for decent living often works against the people—a society where intimidation, insecurity, endless scrutiny, and discouragement have become normal.
More painful is when some of those you associate with, believing you would find understanding and solidarity among them, become part of the pressure you face. Some who publicly identify with you privately distance themselves or join in unfair criticism.
We live in a society where humility is mistaken for weakness, respect is seen as a lack of courage, and compassion is treated as foolishness—a system where treating people equally is questioned simply because you refuse to worship status, tribe, class, or power.
Personally, I have never looked down on anyone except to uplift them. I have never used privilege, position, or resources to oppress others, intimidate the weak, or make people feel small. To me, leadership has always been about service, sacrifice, and helping others rise.
Let me state clearly: my decision to leave the ADC is not because our highly respected Chairman, Senator David Mark, treated me badly, nor because my leader and elder brother, Alhaji Atiku Abubakar, or any other respected leaders did anything personally wrong to me. I will continue to respect them.
However, the same Nigerian state and its agents that created unnecessary crises and hostility within the Labour Party that forced me to leave now appear to be finding their way into the ADC, with endless court cases, internal battles, suspicion, and division, instead of focusing on deeper national problems and playing politics built more on control and exclusion than on service and nation-building.
Even within spaces where one labours sincerely, one is sometimes treated like an outsider in one’s own home. You and your team become easy targets for every failure, frustration, or misunderstanding, as though honest contribution has become a favour being tolerated rather than appreciated.
And when you choose to leave so that those you are leaving can have peace, and you step out into the cold, you are still maligned and your character is questioned. Despite all your efforts to continue working for a better Nigeria and engaging people with sincerity and goodwill, those who do not wish you well continue to attack your character and question your intentions.
There are moments I ask God in prayer: Why is doing the right thing often misconstrued as wrongdoing in our country? Why is integrity not valued? Why is the prudent management of resources, especially when invested in critical areas like education and healthcare, wrongly labelled as stinginess? Why are humility and obedience to the rule of law often taken to be weakness rather than discipline?
Let me assure all that I am not desperate to be President, Vice President, or Senate President. I am desperate to see a society that can console a mother whose child has been kidnapped or killed while going to school or work. I am desperate to see a Nigeria where people will not live in IDP camps but in their homes. I am desperate for a country where Nigerian citizens do not go to bed hungry, not knowing where their next meal will come from.
Yet, despite everything, I remain resolute. I firmly believe that Nigeria can still become a country with competent leadership based on justice, compassion, and equal opportunity for all.
A new Nigeria is POssible. -PO
My father's best friend was a man called Uncle Bayo who disappeared from our lives without explanation. I was 12 the last time I saw him. He came to our flat in Gbagada, argued with my father in the bedroom for an hour, and walked out without saying goodbye to me. My father never spoke his name again. Neither did my mother. Uncle Bayo became a silence with a shape.
Twenty-six years passed. I was in Philadelphia for a conference. A networking dinner at a hotel downtown. Across the room, a man about my father's age caught my eye and held it too long. He approached me during dessert and said my surname like it was a question he already knew the answer to.
We sat in the hotel lobby until 2am. He told me the story my father never did. They had started a construction company together in the early 90s. It had failed because of a contract dispute with a senator. The senator had paid only half the money and refused the rest. The debt had crushed them. Uncle Bayo had blamed my father for trusting the senator. My father had blamed Uncle Bayo for not reading the fine print. The friendship had shattered. Two men who had been closer than brothers had become strangers over something neither of them could control.
Uncle Bayo had moved to America after the falling out. He had built a new life, a new business, a small contracting firm in West Philly. He had married a Ghanaian woman and had two daughters. He had never returned to Nigeria. He had never called my father. He had assumed the silence was mutual.
I asked why he approached me now. He said he recognised my face because I looked like my father at 30. He said he had been waiting for decades to see that face again, to explain something that was never about betrayal. He said the argument had been about shame, not money. Both men had felt they failed each other. Neither had known how to say it.
I called my father from the hotel room. It was 3am in Lagos. He answered on the second ring, voice thick with sleep and alarm. I told him who I was sitting with. The line went quiet. Then my father did something I had never heard him do. He cried. Not softly. The kind of crying that comes from a place words cannot reach.
Uncle Bayo flew to Lagos 3 months later. They met at the same flat in Gbagada. They sat in the same living room where the argument had happened. They didn't re-litigate the past. They just sat together, two old men with white hair and matching hypertension medication, and let the silence heal.
My father died last year. Uncle Bayo spoke at the funeral. He said the greatest thief in life is not money or failure. It is the belief that there is always more time.
Call them. The debt is not theirs. It is yours.
Really sad seeing this.
Most times i wonder what the regulators @NgComCommission@fccpcnigeria are up to. This isn't the first report of bad network services across board, but when it's time to fleece the masses off hard-earned money in the name of tax...
We must do better!
She lost her job because of the terr!ble MTN and Airtel network, she’s d!sabled and just got the remote job and now she lost it due to terrible network services 💔💔
She lost her job because of the terr!ble MTN and Airtel network, she’s d!sabled and just got the remote job and now she lost it due to terrible network services 💔💔
You have removed the subsidy.
You have passed tax reform.
You have stopped deductions from NNPC.
You have increased borrowing.
ALL ARE REVENUE EVENTS.
Revenues have not merely doubled; they have tripled, according to your own data.
Why can't the Army CAPEX be funded?
Why can't the power debt be paid?
Why can't all contractors be paid?
Why can't you implement a temporary PMS relief?
The revenue is not the issue; the problem lies in wasteful spending.
BudgIT Condemns Brutal Attack on Katsina State Officer, Mustapha Sadiq
BudgIT strongly condemns the brutal attack on its Katsina State Officer, Mustapha Sadiq, who was assaulted in his home in Katsina by armed assailants.
#SayNoToViolence
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There’s a serious Lassa fever outbreak in Nigeria right now where 146 people have been confirmed dead in 11 weeks and there have been 582 confirmed cases.
25 doctors have been infected, and 3 have lost their lives.
If you are reading this, please stay safe. This virus spreads through the urine or droppings of infected rats, or human-to-human contact.
It starts like an ordinary fever, but it can quickly move to bleeding, a swollen face, and shock.
ALWAYS:
1. Cover your food and pots tightly.
2. Block the holes where rats enter your house.
3. Wash your hands thoroughly with soap.
4. If you have a persistent fever, stop swallowing random drugs from the chemist. Go to the hospital immediately.
Our health workers are at risk, and proper Personal Protective Equipment (PPE) is life-saving. We cannot afford to lose more people to a preventable disease.
Stay safe and retweet this to save a life today!
Some days ago I saw a video on X of a woman who bought a box of milk half of which was fake. Week in week out we read stories of fake drugs, fake drinks and fake products from Nigerians warning other Nigerians.
This is good, but we need to do more than warn others. We need to report it to the authorities. A fake product is most likely bought from an outlet who likely got it from a vendor who likely got it from a distributor who got it from the manufacturer. If you report that outlet to the authorities, they are likely to be able to trace it to the vendor who can lead them to the distributor who can then lead them to the manufacturer.
For those who ask how do we do this? It's simple. There are channels already set up by NAFDAC for this.
1. You can call their Toll-free line or email them on - 0800-1-NAFDAC (0800-1-623322)
Direct complaint numbers:
+234 (0) 909-763-0506
+234 (0) 909-763-0507
Email:
[email protected][email protected].
2. Or you can just Walk-into the nearest NAFDAC office with a sample of the items and lodge your complaints.
3. SMS Reporting via PRASCOR.
NAFDAC has an SMS-based rapid alert system called PRASCOR (Pharmacovigilance Rapid Alert System for Consumer Reporting)
Send an SMS for free to: 20543 (on MTN, Glo, Airtel, or 9mobile)
Message should include the Product name, what happened and why you think it’s fake.
If and when you suspect a fake product,
- take photos or scans of the item and packaging
- Write down where you bought the item and when it was bought
- Note the Batch number or NAFDAC registration number (if visible)
- Evidence of harm (like a health issue after use, if applicable).
This will go a long way makes it easier for the authorities to investigate and stop the flow of the fake products in the market.
Have you noticed that the people at the very top of every industry in this world knew each other from way back?
That’s because they all had a single unfair advantage that most people ignore.
Think about this:
In 2023, the founder of Altschool said that he noticed that 80% of the people dominating the tech space in Nigeria at the time were people hanging around CChub circa 2011-2013.
In 2023 as well, tech cabal released an article called the paystack mafia. It was an article outlining several tech founders doing incredible things, raising funds and building. They were all at the company around the same time.
If you read up the PayPal mafia, you see the exact same pattern. How that the founders of YouTube, LinkedIn, Tesla, Palantir, Space X were all together at some point.
Let’s leave tech.
Coscharis. Ifeanyi Ubah. Ibeto. Inosson.
All billionaires in Nigeria. They all come from the same community. Nnewi.
They all started the same - trading spare parts.
The money used to settle coscharis from his apprenticeship was given to him by Okeiyi ( Chisco ) who was serving at the same time.
I promise you:
An unfair advantage that will remain the differentiating factor for the top 1% forever is something called community.
I don’t know how to explain it but something magical happens when people of like minds and similar vision come together in a confined space. No matter how small they start.
It’s like energy is coming together and something has to emerge as a result. It can’t be result-less.
The reason you’re already thinking “how do I get into communities that will help me grow?” Is because you’re not sincere with your desires.
You’re looking for already-made groups. They won’t accept you into their circle.
I won’t as well. I don’t trust you.
Start where you are. One. Two. Three friends that are simply hungry pursuing diverse dreams bound by a genuine desire to change their lives…you will shock yourself in a few years.
Rooting for you. Like mad.
❤️⏰