There's a thin line between people laughing with you and laughing at you. If you can't draw the line between the two, you may find yourself serving drinks at your own funeral.
@egi_nupe We keep learning, and keep doing good but with better judgment and control. This line is for some of us:
"Energy two thousand
You know, me, I no get caucus
I’ve been a good person
But right now, I don learn lesson
Ah, put on your two-factor"
@AskMichaelTaiwo The only I can see is the US team splitting into two and play against each other. The kind of match where both sides would lose and go home happy 🙈🤓
The answer is simple.
Smart people have always been the first to pick up new tools.
The calculator didn't scare the mathematician. It freed them. Same thing happening now with AI.
Smart people are used to asking questions. That's literally how they got smart. And AI is just a very powerful answer machine. So they're naturally comfortable with it.
They also don't have ego tied to how they work. They care about the result, not the method. If you can get to a better answer faster, why would you refuse?
Lastly and most importantly, smart people know how much they don't know. And that keeps them hungry.
AI is like having a brilliant friend you can call at 2am who never gets tired of your questions.
Smart people don't use AI because they're smart. They use it because they're trying to get smarter.
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.
Except you are getting paid for it, never crash out on a podcast. Everyone involved in the production gets paid, you don’t get paid and you are likely going to be a meme for foolishness forever.
Being privately foolish is one thing. Being a renowned fool is another.
Don’t do it even if you get paid. But if you must do it, at least ask “for how much?”
Whatever you do, have friends. Friends that will let you know that what you are about to do is an act of perpetual foolishness. Or help you negotiate a good reward for it.
Don’t let anyone deceive you, there is no reward for crashing out in public. That’s what your room is for. Or your friends. Or your family.
Will Smith is Will Smith. At least he is a billionaire or so. Don’t be a poor Will Smith.
@SirJarus Reminds me of our 100 level Class Rep election. One of the contestants narrowly escaped zero by snatching a single vote. He permanently retired from politics and focus on law, poetry and Taekwondo. We are still debating the source of the single vote in WhatsApp Group. 🤣🤣🤣
He is 83 years old
A trailer crash in 1972 killed wife Neilia and daughter Naomi instantly. Sons barely survived
Considered suicide after the crash. But he chose life for his boys
Memorized entire textbooks to hide his reading/stutter struggles
Still recites Irish poetry from memory to conquer his old stutter
Weeded gardens and washed windows to pay prep school tuition
Never drank alcohol. He vowed to break the family addiction cycle
Failed Vietnam draft physical due to asthma
Got college probation for fire extinguisher prank on dorm director
He is the second Catholic US president ever
Blocked from high school student president over demerits, but still won class president
Still drives the 1967 Corvette his dad gave him as a wedding gift
After loosing his wife and daughter in 1972, Joe Biden's son, Beau, urged him to run for president in 2016, but the plans were stopped when Beau died from Brain cancer.
Joe Biden grieved his son with the words "My God, my beautiful boy"
Joe Biden would later go on to see the funerals of his wife, his daughter and his son
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I never knew Joe Biden has faced this amount of life's storm.
The most painful thing is giving birth to children and burying the children with your own hands, closely followed by the death of a spouse.
Joe Biden struggled with speech and stammering. He was refused to be drafted because he had asthma.
He even survived 2 fatal brain conditions in 1988.
And still, with all these history, he came to lead an entire nation. And not just a nation, but a world power nation.
You might have your own reservations about Joe Biden and rightfully so.
But if you look beyond the president, and into him as an human.... Then you just might see an human with a lot of scars and painful past, while still trying to hold on to life and let out a smile when he can ❤️
My thought, prayers and best wishes are with Joe Biden and his entire family during this crucial period.
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✍️ Vincent the Therapist
The punishment for rape, life imprisonment, is too serious for anyone to play with it or make false accusations about it. If the offence of rape is proven against anyone, the punishment is life imprisonment. Beyond the punishment, the name is permanently entered in sexual offenders register for the rest of the person’s life.
Life imprisonment is even the worst form of punishment, because unlike death sentence that you know one day the state executioner can come knocking to take your life, you are in prison for the rest of your life for rape.
That is why minor punishment for defamation, 2years jail term, or 7years for cybercrime offence, is not enough for anyone who made false rape accusations.
“Defamation Remains A Distinct Tort, Employment Context Alone Does Not Make It Labour Dispute” — Supreme Court Settles NICN Jurisdiction Controversy https://t.co/hMrYilAcfC via @Nigerialawyers
Whenever people ask why doctors are leaving the country in droves, show them this picture.
You spend 10 years saving lives, missing sleep, only to be paid peanuts and ridiculed by the society you're trying to save. The disrespect for healthcare workers in this country is too much.
Doctors are humans with families, bills, and ambitions too. You cannot save others if the system is actively drowning you. It really cannot continue like this.
I was helping a client to recover a 210m debt in 2023. At a settlement meeting the debtor’s lawyer called me to a side and offered to bribe me with 50m so I can frustrate the process. Of course I refused stating my Christian beliefs.
Unbeknownst to me, my client was overhearing our conversation, he didn’t say anything but days later he called me told me he heard my reply and gave me extra 1.5m.
Funny enough on that fateful day I had less than 10k in all my accounts and lots of debts and financial commitments hanging on my neck.
Jesus is Lord