‘God Save Me’.
That was the graffiti (pictured below) imprinted on a car by an unknown African migrant held hostage at a trafficking house in Ghut Shaal, Janzur, in north-western Libya.
In truth, only God can save any migrant who gets stuck in Libya after abandonment by heartless Libyan traffickers and kidnappers or arrest and detention by the police. But the mortal that I only am, I am determined to save as many migrants as possible from asking God to save them after embarking on an ill-advised trip to Libya.
Therefore, starting tomorrow and for the next 20 days, I’ll be on a campaign of short videos enlightening the public on why they should steer clear of Libya. These videos will be on all social media platforms, but my primary targets are Tiktok and Facebook, where traffickers often hoodwink unsuspecting youth with fake promises of a better life.
For the first 10 days, my messages will be released in English (morning) and Pidgin (evening).
The final 10 days will be made in Hausa (morning), Igbo (afternoon) and Yoruba (evening), consequently eliminating language barriers among subliterates and illiterates, who constitute the prime target groups of traffickers.
I know some will only learn by experience and will proceed to Libya regardless of advisories to the contrary, but I also know many would stay put in Nigeria if they had access to credible information.
Migrants like ‘Para’ and Samuel who told me “I wouldn’t have come if I knew I would suffer this much”, those are my targets. So help me God!
I don’t mean this as shade so please don’t take it that way…
I don’t want to have to resort to gimmicks and acts to be successful as a restaurateur.
Every time I’m on Instagram I get so demoralized because the shucking and jiving to get people in the door is MUCH. 😭
Meanwhile, on my last trip, almost every restaurant I went into was full. Most of these places had the most basic Instagram accounts. They just showed you what they served, what the space looked like, their opening hours and that was pretty much it.
And I find myself thinking "God, I want that!"
I want to build restaurants where the food is good, the service is good, the space is good, people have a good time and that is enough to make them come back. I want marketing to push the restaurant, not be the ONLY thing keeping it alive.
But the reality is that poverty in Nigeria is making everything so hard.
People have very little disposable income, so we’re all fighting for the same six customers. 😭
And because there are fewer people with money to spend, everybody has to shout louder. More content. More gimmicks. More events. More strippers. More influencers. More COME AND SEE WHAT WE ARE DOING!!!
I hate it.
I hate that being good at running a restaurant sometimes feels like it isn't enough.
I hate that I have to think about how to entertain people into the building when what I actually want to do is cook good food and run a really fucking good restaurant.
And before anybody says “well, that's business”, I know plis!
I’m just tired.
I want the boring Instagram.
Show me the food. Show me the drinks. Tell me when you open.
Let people come cause they want good food, good drinks and good service. Not cause I'm the loudest online.
These are two different issues and it’s unfair and tad disingenuous to categorise them as one.
It’s one thing for a doctor to be exhausted BY THE SYSTEM. It’s a different thing to talk down on people using HMOs.
Jesus is saying, “I will meet with you at The Reboot Camp!”
Will you be there?
Date: 4th - 7th December
Venue: Celebr8 Center, Vori Close, Acme Road, Ikeja, Lagos.
WHY DO WE HAVE REBOOT CAMP?
As the year begins to wind down, many begin to sink into the gloom of goals unachieved and targets unmet.
However, there is a more excellent way. What you need this season is time away from the noise of the world to pause and reflect in the presence of God.
To exchange weakness for strength and to receive clear instructions so you can run with precision in the new year. This is not a waste of time; rather, it is how we buy back time.
It was the strategy of Moses to say, “If your presence does not go with us, lead us not from hence.”
This is why we have REBOOT CAMP. Just as the name implies, ‘Reboot’ means to “Start up again”.
This camp meeting is our annual tradition and strategy for spiritual reinvigoration as we head into the new year.
You don’t need to go into the new year groping in the dark, you can be sure of the what, where, how and with who!
2026 is about to meet you prepared!
Date: Dec 4th-7th
Venue: Celebr8 Center HQ, Vori Close, Acme Road, Ikeja, Lagos.
Ministering:
Pastor @Godswilloyor
Minister @Theophilussunday Minister @Sunmisola_agbebi
Minister @bekesbukola
Minister @Kaestrings
Minister @Yinka_okeleye
Minister @paultomison_
@limoblaze_
REBOOT CAMP 2025 is just 3 days away!
Tell someone to tell someone.
I rang the first bell 🔔
@propellaschools is live
The first free school of @cci_global is live
We have started with about 80 students
Help me thank everyone who worked tirelessly to make this happen
Nathaniel Ndiana-abasi Bassey !
Mine is a story of GRACE.
Another year to declare God’s faithfulness and goodness. I am a man TRULY HELPED & FAVOURED BY GOD.
Saints, please help me thank this God.
“For I (Nathaniel Bassey) did not gain possession of the land by my own sword, Nor did my own arm save them; But it was Your right hand, Your arm, and the light of Your countenance, Because You favored Me.”
Psalms 44:3 NKJV
When you truly walk with God, something changes even in how you dress. There’s a quiet pull to cover up, not out of fear, but out of reverence. Holiness starts in the heart, but it shows outward too.
The One Who Wears Big Caps for Little Children.
These are my final thoughts before I hand over my phone to management. The team says I need to sleep.
But before the world goes quiet around me, allow me say a few things…
It’s my second time doing this insane thing of trying to break a world record.
You’d think it would be easier now,after all I’ve done it before. But that’s the thing about impossible things:
The first time, you survive them because you don’t yet understand the cost.
Now that I’m fully aware of the exertion it takes both physically and mentally, I’m equal parts excited and terrified. I embrace both.
Today I’ll tell you why I always wear a cap…
The night before I left Nigeria for this journey, something happened.
It was 9pm on a Tuesday night.
I was at the mall picking up some last-minute items.
Two boys, scruffy and barefoot approached me at the car park.
They were hungry and hadn’t eaten all day.
I asked their names.
“Yusuff,” said one. “Ayomide,” said the other. Both young teenagers.
As I turned to check for cash in the car, the light hit my face and Yusuff immediately recognized me and blurted out “Chess players observe,”
I was stunned.
That was our mantra at Chess in Slums, it was what we taught the kids. I asked how he knew this, he explained that he had seen me months prior at their ghetto.
This made sense as we had spent the entire month of December teaching chess and maths to street children in that ghetto. Yusuff wasn’t part of the training but on the day of the final tournament, he watched from a distance as the other kids chanted “chess players observe”. It stayed with him ever since.
He told me his story.
His mother died during childbirth. His father disappeared.
He lived with his ailing grandmother for sometime but had to leave for the streets to fend for himself. It’s been five years of trying to survive in his own
Five years of growing up too fast…He is 15 years old now.
Then, something surreal happened.
A white Range Rover pulled up beside us.
A woman rolled down the window, “Chess master!” she called out.
She stepped out with her son Jayden.
Impeccably dressed. British accent.
She wanted a photo. Jayden loves chess.
She’s a fan.
So there they stood, Jayden and Yusuff.
Both teenagers.
One in branded sneakers. The other barefoot.
One polished by privilege. The other hardened by survival.
As I asked them to introduce themselves,
Yusuff’s confidence crumbled.
He looked down. His voice faltered.
I took a selfie with Jayden and his Mum, and as they drove off I had my epiphany….
And in that moment, I saw it:
The cruel reality of the world we live in
where a boy like Jayden and a boy like Yusuff would never meet
except by accident or because I happened to stand between them.
But what separated them wasn’t merit or character, It was birth. The arbitrary lottery that decides who gets to dream,
and who must survive.
Jayden will likely go on to attend the best schools, see the world, and live fully. While
Yusuff probably ends up doing the bidding of whoever can promise him his next meal.
An Area boy.
I have met thousands of bright eyed children like Yusuffs in this life, whose pain is invisible, and by no fault of theirs live in a world where their suffering doesn’t matter.
Sometimes, we save them.
Sometimes, we fail.
But I will never stop carrying this burden in my heart.
This is why I wear big caps for little children and wear one my self.
So the world may see them in all their colors, not for the suffering they bear,
but for what I know they can truly become.
I hope have shared this burden with you as honestly as I could.
If you ever believed in me, believe in them.
Cheer for them. Donate. Share. Amplify.
We are trying to build the largest free school in Africa.
A sanctuary for every child like Yusuff
where their dreams won’t die quietly.
I do this so their dreams may find validation in my sacrifice.
I have to go now, big day ahead. Gotta make it count.
You can check out my stack and portfolio here: https://t.co/DyKzL8UcSE
I’m open to brand-building collaborations and strategy projects, just shoot me a DM, I am not a big boy.
Here’s a reintroduction:
My name is Joshua OYEWOLE, and about two years ago, while navigating the wild waves of the internet, I stumbled into branding and brand strategy.