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Once I sense you do not like me and/or are jealous, I will totally cut off access to me physically.
We can say hi on the Internetdotcom, but Iโll typically do everything within my power to make sure you never see me all your life.
Not because you can kill me, but because I would kill you if you tried to.
Oh! my lovely wife ๐.
My day 1 ride or die.
The wife who washed my boxers when I pooed on myself. And would do it again and again.
The wife who teaches our lovely children, & make them high flyers in school.
The wife who sacrificed her career growth for me & our children.
The wife that knows what comes in financially, & doesn't take undue advantage of it.
The wife who gave me 2k within our first few weeks of meeting, to go see my father.
The wife who screamed for help, when I was fighting someone in school, and another man wanted to hit my head with a big rod.
The wife that I gave 15k to go and buy anything for herself after eating her delicious food, and instead of spending it on herself, she used the money to buy study table & chairs for the kids.
The wife who covers my shame & has shame.
The only woman in this world that calls me "Sweetie".
The wife that gave me hope & support, when I lost my job for a short period.
The wife who ensures that the kids come to thank me, whenever their fees have been paid, and anything that I do for them.
The wife through which I learnt a lot about the nature of women.
The only woman that I fell in love with, and the only woman that I have dated seriously all my life.
The wife who ignored my broke life, & chose my potentials, & stood with me for 9 years before I married her.
The wife that knows that come what may, my "Agaracha" self must come back.
The wife that is always accountable to me, financially and physically.
The wife that is not greedy, and is contented with whatever I can provide for them, & whatever she has.
The only woman that makes my face glow, and can make anyone get favours from me, just by asking me about her.
The wife that gives it to me wotowoto, & makes me stay focused on grinding.
The wife that does not hesitate to look me in the eyes, and tell me the truth, because she has earned her place.
The imperfect and non religious wife.
The best gift that I gave to my children.
The best gift God gave to me.
My one and only baby'mโค๏ธ.
I left a London nightclub with a pocket full of cash but regained consciousness five months later in a hospital.
That experience changed how I see life, money, and everything in between.
I used to work different roles in London nightclubs. Washing cups, cleaning floors, sometimes in the toilets (the โpekeโ shift), where you hand people perfume and smile for tips.
That was the coveted shift.
If you were friendly, you could go home with a good amount of tips.
I guarded my tips like treasure. That money helped me survive as a student.
Then, one night, everything changed.
I finished workโฆ and ended up arrested.
I suffered a mental health crisis that kept me in the hospital for five months (Section 3 MHA).
For most of that time, I didnโt even know where I was.
When I finally read my medical report, I cried.
Page after page described my confusion, my silence, my brokenness.
When I got out, the world had moved on.
A different song was now No. 1 on the charts, and surprisingly, my phone had stopped ringing.
Upon discharge, a nurse handed me an envelope. Inside were the tips I guarded so tightly that night.
That was my Memento Mori moment.
The things you cling to the hardest are often the first to be taken from you.
We come into this world empty-handed.
And that is exactly how we will leave.
So, what are you gripping so hard today?
Money? Pride? Fear?
Let it go.
Keep it simple.
Pray. Try your best. Leave the rest to God.
You will die one day.
Your haters will, too.
Soโฆ what is the big deal?
If this spoke to you, share it. Someone out there needs the reminder.
I am rooting for you.
God bless you.
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Before I say what I need to say, let me tell you a little story about my lecturer and friend a man who was almost 50 and not yet married.
I once asked him why.
He smiled and told me he had his life planned out. He said, โAt 50, Iโll get married and start having kids.
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Baba Elepo the Rock of Gibraltar
When it was time for my father and his wife, Mama Tunji, to leave for home , I watched as Baba Elepo searched for his orthopedic walking stick. He found it beside his chair and, with visible effort, pulled himself upright. His eyes met mine, and he smiled, extending his arms. I understood immediately, he wanted me to pull him ,I grasped his hands, helping him to his feet. He didnโt let go. Instead, his fingers tightened around mine , a silent request for me to walk him to the car.
As we moved slowly, his weight leaning on my shoulder and his other hand gripping the walking stick, I couldnโt help but marvel at the moment. This was Baba Elepo, my father, the athlete, the footballer who his teammates called the Rock of Gibraltar , the man whose reputation on the field was simple: โIf you miss the ball, donโt miss the leg.โ . I still remember the afternoon I crossed a line (Iโve long forgotten what I did). After my punishment, he decided to finish the lesson with a few boxing jabs. When I instinctively blocked his blows, he paused, eyebrows raised, โ oh so on block mi ? Meaning โOh, so you are blocking me?โ he asked, surprised. I quickly dropped my guard and took the rest of my punishment.
This was the same man who taught me to change a car tire. When his car had a flat, he handed me the spanner and told me to remove the nuts. I strained with all my strength, but they wouldnโt budge. Without a word, he took the spanner and turned each nut effortlessly. After changing the tire, he asked me to tighten them. I did, confident Iโd secured them well. He checked, then tightened them further, each one moving under his grip as if Iโd barely touched them. This was the father who once carried my younger sister and me on his shoulders, as if we weighed nothing.
Now, here we were.
The walk to the car was slow. He paused occasionally, looking at me with that gentle smile. I wondered what memories filled his mind, but his joy was unmistakable. This moment was everything life is about, the passing of time, the shifting of roles, and the quiet grace of acceptance.
I thought of my own life. I still train and fight Judo almost every Saturday. Iโve won gold medals and a silver at an international event in the U.S. three years ago. As a third-dan black belt, my children, including my late son Adams fight Judo. Iโve fought them all and Iโve beaten them all. But lately, a question lingers . Did I really beat them, or did they let me win? After all, I still pay their school fees.๐๐คฃ
The Yoruba say, โMakan makan loye nkanโ gradually, it becomes your turn. My generation is feeling it now. Stairs that once seemed effortless now slow us down. Jogging has become jeje walking. My friend Olumide, who once drove at reckless speeds, now moves carefully, earning the title โBabaโfrom those around him. Knees buckle, reading glasses become necessary, and doctors warn us away from foods we once loved. Our parents, who once seemed invincible, have shown us their humanity. Now, itโs our turn to care for them. This is the beauty of life makan makan loye nkan.
I donโt know who you are, but I hope this reaches you in good faith.
If youโve been earning โฆ140k and still managing to survive, that alone shows strength and discipline. Now, an opportunity worth โฆ800k has come your way โ take it. Not just for the money, but for the growth, exposure, and experience that come with it.
Hereโs my advice:
1. Say Yes to the โฆ800k Offer
Jobs like this donโt just change your income โ they shift your mindset, expand your network, and sharpen your skills. Youโre stepping into a new level.
2. Maintain Your Current Lifestyle (For Now)
As tempting as itโll be to upgrade, resist lifestyle inflation for at least the first year. Live like youโre still earning โฆ140k. Be intentional about this.
3. Save Aggressively
Lock away โฆ500k monthly โ consistently โ for the next 12 months. Use the remaining โฆ300k to sort your needs.
Do this without fail, and in one year, youโll have โฆ6 million in savings. Thatโs financial breathing space and future leverage.
4. Year 2: Upgrade Gradually, But Wisely
If you want to switch up your wardrobe or move apartments, go ahead โ but do it with sense. Still, donโt touch your savings. Your salary can cover reasonable upgrades.
5. Year 3: Plan Your Exit Before the Contract Ends
Start applying for new roles 6 months before your contract ends. With 2+ years of solid experience at โฆ800k, your next move should meet or exceed that figure.
Your benchmark has changed โ donโt settle for less.
In Summary:
Take the offer.
Donโt upgrade your lifestyle immediately.
Save like your future depends on it (because it does).
Use the job to grow, not just earn.
Plan your next move before the contract ends.
Youโre not just earning more โ youโre entering a new season. Walk in with clarity and leave with power.
I wish you the very best.๐คฒ๐คฒ