Olóyè Akínsípẹ̀ Ayọ̀bámí

Mechanical Engineer | Renewable Energy Solutions | Energy Access | Email: [email protected]| Feeling weak and exhausted like me? Read Isaiah 40:29-31

[Olóyè Akínsípẹ̀ Ayọ̀bámí @sipe_agba]

Tor!

Oju ti eni tio pa’niyan tio le duro t’oku e.
Bee enikan o lo ile aye gbo!

Eni kama ke, we are not crying, sugbon oku eni’bi, oku Olorun o!

Aweni Okin! Okan mi gbo gbe sugbon mo mope, ao rira, ao si yoo ayo ayo le ❤️🕊️

[Toyyib Adewale Adelodun @taadelodun]

Suuru logba!

#yoruba #london

[Olóyè Akínsípẹ̀ Ayọ̀bámí @sipe_agba]

Go Solar! Go Solar!

Person dn go Solar now, thunder kill inverter

Which kind life be this 😔

[Y.O. @yojora]

😂😂

[Olóyè Akínsípẹ̀ Ayọ̀bámí @sipe_agba]

And just like that it’s 1 year already Daddy!

I do not see a way back and I doubt we will ever recover from it

I miss you so much.

[Olóyè Akínsípẹ̀ Ayọ̀bámí @sipe_agba]

Daddy,
You’ve never doubted my intelligence or judge me for my mistakes and naivety. You poured yourself into us and trained us in love. I’ve been called unintelligent and lacking values. Those words have been difficult to wave aside cos you’re not here. Only you never doubted me

[Olóyè Akínsípẹ̀ Ayọ̀bámí @sipe_agba]

Daddy Sir,
You were the greatest believer of my potentials and my biggest supporter. I hate that I do not get to share much with you. I was working hard to achieve and enjoy those achievements with you but look at me now. Life is just more pain everyday and I hate everyday

[Olóyè Akínsípẹ̀ Ayọ̀bámí @sipe_agba]

Daddy Mi
Of all the battles we’ve had to fight in life, the most difficult ones are the ones we are fighting without you. Life has not been the same since you left. Our home doesn’t even feel homely anymore. I miss your presence. I would do anything to hear you one more time.

[Olóyè Akínsípẹ̀ Ayọ̀bámí @sipe_agba]

Happy Birthday Dad! It feels unreal that you’re no longer here and nothing has helped to numb the pain. My heart is broken and I’m shattered to my core. Words will never be enough. I missed you more with each passing day. April is already a very difficult month of the year.

[Olóyè Akínsípẹ̀ Ayọ̀bámí @sipe_agba]

Boundary Layer theory is pure evil 😭

[Simon Thazhigilla Simon🇳🇬 @Thazhigilla_]

You will never be the wealthiest in your state, not in Nigeria, not in Africa, not in this world, if you don't read this! And listen, it is not your fault.

Calm down before you start dragging my ‘okrika’ shirt. This is not a curse (me sef come from humble background), I simply wish to highlight something you might be overlooking.

I know you've consumed those 1,000 books by American billionaires, you even used your last penny to buy Otedola's book, you've gone through Tony Robbins seminars on YouTube while sprinkling two drops of ‘e go better one day’. I know you’ve attended conferences everywhere, you've starved your distractions, networked like your life depends on it (spoiler: it actually does like mähhddd), invested in courses that promise "financial freedom", and consistently showed up even on days when your spirit is screaming to give up.

But what if I told you the game was already rigged before you even started?
The Aliko Dangote you want to become had an uncle named Alhaji Dantata Alhassan. A whole family line of affluence handed him a beginning crafted in silver. Femi Otedola’s daddy (Michael Otedola) transitioned from politics to become the governor of Lagos. And you’ll be the one to shout ‘school na scam when you are literally the punchline. Mr Eazi’s uncle borrowed him 19 million naira to go and invest. And he failed ooo. Do you understand? He had the financial cushion to try and fail. Davido was sent abroad to study and ended up pursuing music. His dad brought him back, and Babcock University created an entirely new department of music just for him before his father eventually backed his musical career.

The truth is that you were built like a snail, whereas they were engineered like horses to start the race at the finish line. So even if you embarked on your journeys and struggles yesterday, you will always arrive after them. I acknowledge that you are not lazy; eyes cannot simply see the weight of the shell you carry. That shell symbolizes the absence of generational wealth and influential connections. It is a system engineered to favor those who are already favoured.

I was listening to Dr. Cosmas Maduka when he said that the cheapest car they have at Coscharis Group is around 32 million naira, and if an average person walks in requesting to pay in installments over two weeks, they will not give it to you. But see the crazy twist. He mentioned that if Dangote himself called them and asked them to let you have a Rolls Royce valued at 1.4 billion naira, they would allow you to drive it away.
And you think name, you think foundations, do not count? 😹

Connections are important like maaaahddd. Hard work will carry you far, yes, but not to the height you see in your dreams.

This thing is everywhere ooo... I was conducting my personal research on matching into a USA residency as an International Medical Grad(IMG). Let's say you wanted a prestigious specialty like Orthopaedic Surgery, Neurosurgery, Plastic Surgery etc. The slots available to you are so extraordinarily competitive that your chances are nearly zero (the probability of an IMG matching in Neurological Surgery in 2022 was 16 out of 36,277, or 0.044105%).

Then I looked up Harvard Medical School's match rate for 2024. Out of their 176 inducted doctors, 155 got matched into their choiced residency. Dem no born me well to think of schooling in Harvard Medical school with my papa money 📷, but what is obvious is just breathing the air at Harvard gives you a head start the size of the Atlantic Ocean…

This is not a post to make you give up. It is a post to make you wise up.
But here is where I get aggressive: shred the sham celebration!
You are not lazy my guy, you’ve just been outpaced by those born at the finish line. The snail doesn’t win by racing the horse. No, the snail wins by forming alliances, by being so strategic that it gets to ride on the horse’s back.
Were there outliers? Absolutely. Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie clawed her way from Enugu to global shelves without a dynasty. But even she got lifts: scholarships, mentors who saw the fire in her and offered petrol. No one rises in isolation; that myth of being ‘’self-made’’ is what keeps you scrambling in the dark. You will never, ever accomplish it alone.

You may not be Dangote? That’s okay and beautiful 🤭. Your goal should be to become the ‘Dantata’ of your own lineage. You are the one who must break the cycle. You serve as the foundation and your duty is to work ten times harder and smarter, not to compete with the horse, but to create a stable where your generation can start side by side with it.

You may not reach the destination you dream of but you can be the one who charts the course, who lays the first stone, who ensures that those who come after you will never know the unbearable burden of starting from scratch.

That legacy is a currency richer than naira, more powerful than a name.

[Simon Thazhigilla Simon🇳🇬 @Thazhigilla_]

People won’t believe this one🙏🏾
When I was 15, still in SS2, a family friend a multi-Billionaire who owns one of the biggest malls in Abuja and a conglomerate in the Oil and Gas sector visited our family and asked my Dad one question that still echoes in my head:
“What are you planning for Simon to study?”
My Dad, chest puffed with the kind of pride only a Nigerian father carries, answered without blinking: “MBBS.”
The man didn’t even flinch. He replied calmly but deadly serious, and dropped the truth bomb that my 2018/2019 self wasn’t ready for. “Medicine is not what it was in our time,” he said, with his voice low like he was revealing classified information.

“If this boy who already plays with computers like it’s breathing gets taken to Harvard to study the tech side of Finance and Economics… he’ll be done by 20. The financial doors that will open for him are endless and unlimited.”
My Dad laughed that short, skeptical laugh fathers do when money talk gets too loud. “Who will sponsor him?” The billionaire didn’t miss a beat. He just smiled, glanced at his two kids sitting right there in the same room (Kids wey wan don almost complete their Masters for Harvard), and said: “Man of God, make the decision first.”

That night, my parents called me into the parlour. The same parlour where the fluorescent light buzzed like it was nervous too. I can still see the exact couch I sat on, that brown leather one with the cracked armrest with my legs swinging because my feet didn’t fully touch the ground yet. The smell of my mum’s 'Ofe Oha' soup still hung in the air. My heart was racing, but I was trying to look cool.

They laid it out: The man’s offer, Harvard, Tech and Money that could change bloodlines. I loved how it sounded. God, I really loved it. The idea of jetting off, coding empires, stacking paper before my mates even finished JAMB. But then my mouth moved before my brain could catch up.
“Tech? I want to be like Ben Carson the neurosurgeon. Which tech will turn me into that?” The room went quiet. I remember leaning forward on that exact seat, voice cracking with teenage conviction, and I declared like I was preaching on a mountain:
“NO PROFESSION IN THE WORLD CAN MAKE YOU RICHER THAN MEDICINE AND SURGERY!” My Dad’s eyes lit up like I’d just cured cancer myself. He beamed, slapped my back, and said, “You can even do the tech side of medicine, my boy” with 'this is my beloved son' energy.
They relayed my answer to the billionaire who wasn’t happy, you could hear it in his voice but he just agreed, “No problem. ”
In my head, the plan was crystal: 6/7 sweet years in a federal university, white coat, stethoscope swinging, Dr. Simon Thazhigilla Simon, neurosurgeon loading.
Simple.
What I didn’t see coming was:
The one-year delay just to process my admission… after the school had already lost almost a whole year to insecurity. Then another full year swallowed by ASUU strike. Then another. And another.
Fast forward, I’m still a student and the only “tech” thing I know how to do is design. Every time I scroll past stories of 20-something yr/o tech guys closing million-dollar rounds, or see that same billionaire’s mall lighting up the Abuja skyline like a reminder… I feel it.

And sometimes, the difference between two lives…
is just one “yes” you didn’t say.
But then again…Maybe this path too is becoming something. Maybe all this delay, all this stretch, all this uncertainty is not wasted.

Maybe it’s building a version of me that that 15-year-old boy had no capacity to imagine.
Because the truth is…

You don’t always know if you made the right decision.
You only get to become it.

And me?
I’m still becoming.

[Olóyè Akínsípẹ̀ Ayọ̀bámí @sipe_agba]

The Love is massive ke?

Enter problem first 😔

[Olóyè Akínsípẹ̀ Ayọ̀bámí @sipe_agba]

@Letter_to_Jack @theademola “If you pour into others, you multiply”

🥰

[Olóyè Akínsípẹ̀ Ayọ̀bámí @sipe_agba]

There’s really nothing in this world, we are just here to work and use all our money to buy MTN data

[Jameswilliams Chiahukamnanya Gabriel @kamanya_thinks]

All three Dangote daughters are directors in Dangote Group but that's not the point.

Studying at Nile University made me understand how much of NEPO privilege has to be earned, or at the very least, must seem so.

These kids are sent to the best schools, have the best coaches, are pressured on some level to have decent academic performances, directed to take certain super-curriculars, and earn certain certifications, while most of us on the other end feel that the BSc is enough headache.

It was a period of disillusionment for me. And of course, I don't discount the extent to which wealth makes such qualifications accessible. But I also don't discount the work ethic that must be put in to ensure that they earn or seem to earn their places.

Why is this necessary? Well, when your parent’s organization is big enough, there are investors and directors whose votes of confidence matter. There are shareholders too. So, in addition to being the owner’s seed, you must come off as qualified. Else, you ruin all your parent has built.

That’s why I saw this picture and smiled when I did my background check. Three of Dangote’s daughters, Fatima, Halima, and Mariya, are directly involved in the running of the Dangote Group: one as Executive Director, Communications; another as Executive Director, Operations; and the other, formerly in charge of the Group’s Strategy, is now part of the Board.

And when you check their profiles, you can see the fit: MBA at Coventry University, University of Surrey, MBA at Webster Graduate School, and touches of Harvard Business School, etc.

They do prepare for their opportunities. And if there is a message for us, for the signal and substance it represents, it is this: don’t joke with your education. That’s a luxury even the wealthy cannot afford.

[Olóyè Akínsípẹ̀ Ayọ̀bámí @sipe_agba]

Kadam Kadam Aboki! This werey no listen o

Water dn full my eyes.

God, please in your riches in Glory please buy me one family car before this aboki bike riders kill me
😭

[AYANFE @CHULLY1010]

This is content 😂😂😂😭

[PharmHeydayy @Templegaurd]

There’s a reason the vision of the coming famine wasn’t given to Jacob. Instead, it was shown to a foreign king who didn’t worship God, and God sent His servant to interpret it in a foreign land.

Sometimes who you become and the environment you grow in determines whether your calling will produce results where you are, or whether it will flourish somewhere else.

Jacob’s story is filled with favoritism and self-preservation. He was loved more by his mother, took his brother’s birthright, stole his brother’s blessing, deceived his father-in-law, wrestled for a blessing, and later showed the same favoritism among his own children by loving Joseph than the others.

One could argue that if Jacob had received the vision of famine, he might have saved only for himself and his household while everyone else suffered. Instead, the vision was given to someone with the capacity to prepare for an entire nation even in a land that didn’t worship God. And Jacob had to migrate to avoid being killed by starvation. In the end, it is the person with the larger heart and broader capacity who ends up serving the masses.

This reflection feels very close to our reality. Many of us think only about ourselves and our immediate families. When everyone is struggling, the moment our family gains access to influence or elites, we often change sides and begin to defend the same systems that hurt others. These choices are short-lived, and even our prayers struggle to produce change because we tend to hoard blessings within our small circles.

We prefer luxury for a few instead of basic necessities for all. And that is why many people now run to less religious or irreligious countries to find the opportunities and systems they pray for at home. Migration has even become something pastors and clergy openly “bless” people with. How ironic.

Perhaps the deeper truth is this: we may not yet be ready to build the kind of capacity that benefits everyone.

[Olóyè Akínsípẹ̀ Ayọ̀bámí @sipe_agba]

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