Abusing Access
I was working in a church office as a PA to a Pastor a few years ago
While I was still there, things began to change for me so drastically that even I couldn't believe it
After a while, I had to leave because I had grown seriously bigger than the position I was holding
I also left because the Lord said it was time for me to leave.
After leaving, I realised my heart remained with all my fellow staff members at the church office
I know their stories, their children, their wives and husbands, their plight, and their struggles
It felt a bit unfair that we were once in the same boat, and somehow God singled me out to do so much better than they were doing
Whenever I had some downtime, I would go to the office, buy lunch for everybody, and spend some time catching up with the staff members I left behind
As time went on, I asked for the account numbers of all the staff members, and I began to give all of them a monthly stipend and also something extra during the Easter and Christmas period
Nobody asked me to do it
It just felt right, and I had too much money at the time without any concrete plans as to what to do with the inflow.
I was never greedy for gains, and I like to live a simple and godly life.
It is the only way I could enjoy my life.
After a year of doing this, international doors opened for me, and I began to tour the world twice a year.
Whenever I travelled, I would remember all the staff members of my former office and buy them gifts.
Some with needs like rent, some money to help them purchase a car, support towards a wedding, naming of their babies, baby delivery, health, and other emergencies received such freely from me at the time.
As I said, I felt it was the least I could do to support them because my life changed so much, and it continued to get better and better daily.
On my return from one of my international tours in 2023, I had a ministeration somewhere in Lagos.
I dressed up for the ministration and told my driver to take me to my former office so that I could drop the gifts and souvenirs I bought for my ex-colleagues and also spend some time with them.
When I got there, something remarkable happened. One of the staff members, the one I considered to be most mature and whom I took as a big brother, asked me to give him my belt.
He wore one, but it was torn and tattered.
I told him I was going for a ministration and would be in meetings after that throughout the day.
He said he does not care. I should take off the belt and hand it over to him immediately, or he would command the security guards to block the door and delay me from leaving for my meeting.
I laughed and told him I would send him the money to buy another belt or give him the cash right there, but that I couldn't give him the belt I was wearing that morning.
He smiled and told the security guards to block the door.
He said he may not have the power to take the belt from me, but he has the power to keep me in their office for as long as possible.
I am a minister of the gospel, and there is a way I must carry myself in public
I was determined not to lose my cool or get angry, especially over this brother's behaviour, which was masked by joviality and fake laughter.
I realised at that moment that he was telling me that I reminded them too much of where they were as my former colleagues whenever I came to visit, and he no longer appreciated my visits.
So I took off the belt and gave it to him.
He collected my belt, too.
Once that was done, he picked up the intercom and told the security guys to allow me to exit the building whenever I wanted.
I smiled and took my leave
As I was descending the steps, another staff member, a female with whom I was a PA for five years, walked up to me and said, "He did that deliberately because during an argument with another staff member in the office one day, he boasted that 'Gbenga is my boy. As big as he is now, if he comes into this office, I will collect the belt he is wearing, and he must give it to me because I am his spiritual senior."
She asked me not to be angry.
I thanked her and took my leave.
My driver took me to ICM, and I got another belt at the Tommy Store Outlet.
When I got home that day, I told my accountant not to give anyone from that office a penny again.
I stopped picking up the calls of any of the staff members, and I stopped going there for any form of visitation.
Weeks went by, and they realised the payments had stopped, and I was no longer picking up calls.
Messages trooped in from every one of them, praying for me and encouraging me not to stop the support I was giving them.
I ignored them all.
There is a statement in the Bible that stuck with me. It was that statement that I heard as I woke up earlier this morning. It is in 1 Kings 20:11.
"A man who puts on (his armour to go to battle) should not boast like the man who takes it off (after the battle has been won" Amplified Version.
David boasted before fighting Goliath. Goliath boasted before fighting David. Only one of them lived when they fought. The one who lived was the one who took off the sword of the one who died.
We should learn not to boast except in the power and glory of the Lord Jesus Christ.
PS: Know when you are wanted somewhere and know when you are not wanted.
If you are given access to certain people which is of benefit to you, try not to abuse the access
There is great dignity in keeping a respectable distance from people. Familiarity breeds contempt.
-GSW-
If you hire 700 men on N600,000 per month in Nigeria today, there's a good chance you may be invited to 500 weddings in 2 years
If you hire 700 women for the same amount, 90% will wait for men earning N1,000,000 per month to propose
Hire men, to promote marriage in Nigeria
A beautiful young lady met an international man at a supermarket. They exchanged contact that day. He didn’t rush things. He showed interest through conversation, time, and presence.
A few days in, she sent a message:
“Can you send me some money? I have an urgent issue.”
He helped. Then, a week later, another “urgent” message came. And another after that.
He didn’t argue. He didn’t insult her. He simply stepped back.
When she asked why he became distant, he said,
“I was trying to get to know you, not apply for a responsibility I didn’t agree to.”
Over time, she noticed a pattern. The men who stayed were either family, longtime friends, or people who wanted control. The men who left were the ones who came with intention, not obligation.
She later realized something uncomfortable:
She was treating potential partners like solutions to her monetary problems.
A man who approaches you doesn’t owe you proof through money. He owes respect, and you owe the same. When money becomes the test too early, the wrong people pass, and the right ones leave.
Sadly nowadays, money is a proof of loyalty to some girls.
Dear Arsenal,
Tonight, you played with fight and determination and we appreciate the effort. But truth be told, it wasn’t the level many of us expected against Chelsea. With a red card in your favour, that game should have been sealed early. Moments like this remind us that dominance isn’t just about possession or pressure but it’s about finishing strong when the chance is there.
Still, we can’t ignore the bigger picture: top of the league with 5 points clear. That is not luck but that is quality, consistency and growth. Better days are ahead if you learn from nights like this. Every tough match is a lesson and every dropped point is a reminder to stay ruthless.
We believe in this team. We believe in the badge. Tighten up, stay focused and keep pushing. The journey is long, and the goal is still in sight.
ARSENAL 🔴❤️👏
This may sound funny, but if I become the president of Nigeria one day in Nigeria, I’ll make rules that affects mostly the social welfare system of the country. For instance..
1- Ban buses nationwide from carrying more than 3 persons per sit. (We’re Nigerians, we’ll adjust)
2- public disposing of refuse or not obeying traffic rules will lead to arrest and detainment for 4months imprisonment and extra 1month for social services to the state. 5 months total.
3- permanently ban our primary and secondary missionary schools (colonial institutions) from mandating our female kids to cut their hair. This is the core reason why most black women wear wig. They’ve been systematically made to lose confidence in their natural hair. While being psyched to believe they have a bad hair texture for growth.
4- ban public grazing (mandate cow owners to build private ranches for their cows.
5- increase teachers, police, military and doctors salaries to be the highest paid professions in Nigeria.
6- Ban club hypemen from talking about “money” and “women” and focus on hyping the music.
7- do a total crackdown on fraud (yahoo boys) and prostitution.
8- Build a fifa standard stadium in each 6 Geopolitical zones. Mandate every government owned primary and secondary schools to have a usable football field at all times.
9- gather all the top social media influencers in Nigeria and mandate them to 1month reorientation workshop on the importance of positive PR on the state.
10- hand the police over to each state for more effective security enforcement.
11- Replace religious studies with history in all primary and secondary schools in Nigeria.
12- Increase the tenure of presidency to 6yrs per term. (4yrs rule is not ideal for a developing nation like Nigeria).
These are all for now.
Everybody wants to be in a relationship for years but everybody is not ready for the the bad days, the crying, arguments, communication going wrong. Relationships aren’t fairytales & it’s not easy. If you love each other, you have to stay solid through it all and make it work.
I was about to spend £30,000 on an MSc. in the U.K. Data Science…. Leeds Beckett University, started the travel process;TB test, CAS , etc.
One random evening, Debbie, my friend from uni, called. We were catching up… life after school and all. Told Debbie I was going to the U.K. for MSc, self-sponsored.
Few days later, Debbie called to tell me about a fully funded scholarship. She was so eager and pushy. “Wale, I’ve tried this thing, but you’re the only person I know who meets all the requirements. The bar is really high. It’s people like you they are looking for. I believe you’ll get it.”
Such audacity. Such belief in my potentials and abilities. She forwarded all the documents to me, even paid for a coaching program. All this stress for a Wale that’s already scouting for a studio apartment in Leeds.
I was reluctant. Even though I had won multiple scholarships in the past(Microsoft, Western Union etc) , I didn’t want to join thousands of applicants hustling for the few available slots. I just wanted to do the MSc, come back to Nigeria and continue building my startup .
So I dismissed Debbie. I didn’t act. I went ahead with my U.K. plans. Was already buying and saving £s.
But Debbie kept disturbing me, so I reluctantly started the scholarship application. She’d call to ask about my progress, if I had sent my transcript, share updates about the scholarship, guide me on how to pay the admission fee etc.
I finally decided to give it a shot. Spent 3 whole days putting the application together. It was a solid application nonetheless. I put in my A-game. But to be honest, I only did it for Debbie.
Then the list came out, 9,000+ applicants from 100+ countries. Only 300 were granted. That’s a 3.3% success rate. I was among.
The congratulatory email came. A fully funded scholarship. Flight ticket, visa fee, monthly stipend, tuition, accommodation, everything.
All because Debbie was selfless and believed in my potential.
If you’ll go far in life, you must have friends who believe in your dreams and potentials.... and that will put you on.. Some friends are destiny helpers sent by God. Debbie is one.
Thank you again Debbie.
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Most men are exhausted from being in transactional relationships, where every interaction feels like a financial obligation, and they’re constantly billed for affection that isn’t real.
They’re tired of being disrespected by women who show no genuine care or emotional investment
Absolutely spot on. You have articulated one of the biggest structural issues in our economic growth model, which is capital concentration without circulation. It is why wealth here rarely multiplies beyond a few hands.
True prosperity cant just be about accumulation, but must also be about velocity. How fast value, ideas and opportunities move through a system.
Until our billionaires and HNIs begin to see themselves as builders of ecosystems rather than owners of empires, we will keep recycling the same names, not the same opportunities.
We need more billionaires thinking like venture capitalists, documenting their journeys, mentoring young founders and most importantly, funding ideas that create multiplier effects across different sectors
It is encouraging to see a few in tech starting that shift. Hopefully in time, others will understand that legacy is not what you keep, but what you enable