A child accidentally swallows a small button battery from a toy.
What is the FIRST safe thing to give while rushing to the ER?
A) A glass of warm milk
B) Two teaspoons of pure honey
C) A spoonful of mustard
D) Plenty of plain water
The complexity of parenting never gives breaks. My daughter (as do others) avoids anything that makes her uncomfortable. I’ve been talking to her about the difference btwn safe & unsafe discomfort. I don’t support avoiding safe discomfort. We can do hard things.
The next one I want to talk about is Believers and Sports Betting.
Sub topics.
- Is there anointing for sure odds?
- Should you tithe on your winnings?
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Early in my career, I was fiercely loyal to a manager I deeply admired (Let’s call him Dave). I followed him into meetings, stayed up late organizing his executive status reports, and even joined his team huddle calls from my car outside church on Sunday mornings. I was all-in, determined to deliver results for his team.
Then came a pivotal moment. I was in the hospital with my newborn son and had declined a PMO (Project Management Office) team meeting. Another IT Director, Kim (who led QA), spoke up: “Your rockstar Project Manager Akin just welcomed his second son. What should we do for him? I think we should let him work remotely for the next month to bond with his family.”
Dave’s reply stunned her: “He’s a great guy, but my promotion is coming up. I can’t afford to be seen as a weak leader.”
Kim was visibly shaken. That evening she texted me: “Let’s talk when you can.” When I called, her first words were direct, “You either change PMO teams, or I’m moving you to my QA team as a lead. Your Program Manager does not have your best interest at heart.”
True to my loyal nature, I chose to ride it out with Dave as I was the most experienced PM on several high-risk projects at the time. Kim respected my decision.
Four months later, Dave was promoted to PMO Director. His first major move? A reorg. He knew a Program Manager role needed to be filled. I had just developed the new Project Office Governance model and introduced Agile into our Software Development Lifecycle. I had the highest project success rate on the team, I was the most senior and battle-tested PM they had.
Instead, he opened the role to external candidates and brought in an old college buddy with far less experience and credentials.
I was hurt, salty, and felt betrayed. But rather than dwell in resentment, I channeled that energy into growth. I earned my Scrum Master certification and self-studied key Healthcare IT regulations.
About two months later, Kim stopped by my desk. “Let’s chat in the conference room.” She smiled and said, “I saw your updated LinkedIn profile, congratulations on the certifications. I know you’re probably thinking of quitting, but I’d rather you join my team as a Manager. You can work remotely as needed to be closer to your family for the rest of the year.”
I was shocked. What started as frustration had quietly positioned me for an opportunity I hadn’t even chased.
A month later, I transitioned to the new role. The PMO Director I had once slaved for suddenly saw me as a threat. His college buddy Program Manager with zero qualifications and fake CV began challenging me in cross team meetings where I exposed flaws and gaps with their deliverables.
It soon became clear I had been the pillar behind the glowing reviews the PMO received.
A year later, Dave and his college buddy were fired for poor performance. Kim’s QA department merged with the PMO. I stepped in and ran the PMO for six months before leaving for a better opportunity. Kim moved on shortly after to become CIO at another healthcare IT firm.
We remain close friends to this day and I learnt how to identify leaders with my best interest at heart.
Since then, I have I learned that “Loyalty is a good virtue, but self-investment is always smarter”.
What career lessons have you learned ?
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But stem cells from blood stay young forever and can turn into new egg cells in the lab.
Scientists at the company @conception plan to make these stem cells into early egg cells that start growing like real ones.
Later, they can become ready eggs for making babies.This means no need to take eggs from the body with needles and drugs. You just use blood to grow eggs anytime, so no age limit and easier than normal IVF.
Last week, I went to visit a family friend at her shop, and while we were talking, she called her 7-year-old daughter to get a bottle of Coke from the fridge. The little girl grabbed the bottle, slipped, and dropped it. The bottle shattered everywhere.
As I got up to ask if she was okay, she immediately got up, ignored the broken glass around her, ran out of the shop, and started crying. Her mother was livid. She called her back into the shop to face the consequences and yelled some hurtful words at her.
I helped clean up the mess and asked the child to stay outside because her mom was so upset. Then I asked the mother why she was so angry. She said the girl was too playful. I told her I had been watching and that the child wasn’t playing at all; she simply slipped and fell.
She repeated that the girl was always too playful. I acknowledged that she might be, but that wasn’t why the Coke dropped. I saw what happened: it was clear that she slipped.
I then asked her to try to understand the difference between a child being playful and an accident happening. After all, she could have dropped the bottle, too, if she had slipped. I reminded her that while our children can sometimes be playful, accidents happen, and they are still just kids.
We shouldn’t beat or punish them for every mistake. Sometimes, we need to talk to them instead.
Imagine being so afraid of your parent that you run over broken glass just to avoid being punished. What if she had slipped again and gotten seriously hurt? All over a mistake that could happen to anyone.
I understand that parenting is hard and can be exhausting, but we need to stop taking our frustrations out on our children. It’s not okay.
She was quiet for most of the conversation because I was upset, too. Later, she wanted to use food as a way of apologizing, asking her, “Come here, I know you are hungry. What would you like to eat?” but I insisted that she talk to her daughter instead. I wanted the child to understand that it was just an accident and to hear from her mother that accidents happen.
Sometimes, that’s what children need most, not punishment, but understanding.
So, my fellow parents, please and please and please. These kids are just kids. Their brains are just developing, and they need our help, support, and guidance through these stages. Do not blame and punish them for everything.
If you notice a pattern in your family that you don’t like, start praying and work towards breaking it.
Ensure that it ends with you. 🙏🏾
Omo.
Don’t overlook it.
Major cheat code for life: Be fully where your feet are. When you're at work, work. When you're with family, be with family. When you're resting, rest. Most people are physically present and mentally everywhere else.
22 years ago, in Enfield, London, I met this Nigerian guy whose job was to wash celebrities' cars at a very high-end car wash. Everything he made, he sent back to Nigeria to invest in property. He was not well educated and didn't know of any other assets to preserve wealth.
At the time I met him, he was saving a lot and regularly sending home millions of Naira. His clients and patrons were very generous, and he was very hardworking.
The first thing I asked him was why he didn't take all the knowledge he had gained to set up a similar business back home. His answer was - "They will rob me blind if I am not there."
He wasn't ready to leave his cash cow in England, and he also knew that setting up a business at home was a risky endeavor. I see this pattern repeated with many successful Nigerians outside Nigeria. Trust is rare, and many have been burned.
The surprising thing is that when Nigerians do the reverse and try to set up businesses abroad from Nigeria, they would most likely choose other Nigerians to run them. I have seen this with banks and churches. Some are successful, and others are not, but they keep doing it anyway.
What happens to Nigerian trust locally, and why is it different when things are abroad? The simple answer is systems. A Nigerian doing business with another Nigerian abroad is protected by the rule of law and the systems in place there. There is also something deeper that I stumbled upon.
Nigerians typically choose other Nigerians to run things, even though their products are originally Nigerian products or products largely meant for Nigerians in the Diaspora. When it is a universal product, they would choose others, but would still likely choose Nigerians first. It is a paradox.
There are many times when choosing a Nigerian to run a Nigerian business outside Nigeria is a very bad idea, especially in those places with xenophobia, and where Nigerians are despised, but the reason Nigerians choose other Nigerians is that Nigerians abroad work hard. They know what they are running away from and put everything into it so they don't go back.
I always joke that I have more relatives in Atlanta, Georgia, USA, than in Benin City, and it is likely true, as a family reunion there once had 200 people. One thing I noticed was that the family members almost always employed other family members in their businesses, and those businesses thrived.
One of them even ran a car wash, employing his brothers, who later set up their own car washes. These were informal arrangements without any contracts, but everyone behaved and played their part. The interesting thing was that they never tried to do the same thing back home in Benin City. The answer seemed simple: maybe desperation and greed led to bad choices by those at home, but why?
I have always wondered why the same family bonds abroad that bring people together and help them do well disintegrate when they get back home. The only people I have seen who have kept these family bonds in business, tight at home and away, were the Igbo people. The interesting thing was that the car guy in London was also an Igbo man, but he couldn't leave a business with his people back home to run.
I later asked why, and he told me it was a high-end, personalized service that took years of apprenticeship to perfect. He was cleaning and detailing Ferraris, Lamborghinis, and other high-end cars for footballers and bankers. If he tried to train people to do that, they may end up taking the business away from him. I finally got my answer.
Trust is multifaceted. You have to first trust yourself before you can trust others. I have a barber in Lagos called Chika who has absolutely no fear that I would choose others over him, as we have had a relationship for decades. I have the same relationship with Chika as I had with my late co-founder, because we were always truthful with each other. It was something that grew over time.
I have followed Chika from Ikoyi Hotel to Victoria Island, to a shed when his shop was demolished, and finally to his current place, where he has operated for the last decade. I have even begged him to come to Accra, as I still don't have a regular barber here after 17 years. Many others in Lagos have the same relationship with him, and there are more of them there than in Accra. Chika is that good.
He has also been unable to transfer that skill to others, making his business less scalable. It will always remain a niche luxury service. The type of business we try to do matters. High-trust businesses with a personal touch require the founder to micromanage everything.
In Ghana, I once lost a $ 330k-a-year deal because someone (a Ghanaian) was too laid-back to respond to an email on time. Another Nigerian took the deal. Nigerians are more aggressive in doing business than others. So, I understand why people hire Nigerians abroad, especially in other African countries. They have more hunger. Nigerians choose Nigerians because they are easier to micromanage.
Hunger at home can easily turn into greed. A Nigerian guy I recruited in Lagos for a project at MTN Group in the early days had tried to circumvent me with my South African partner. I was lucky to have seen the email he wrote to that effect when he left his screen open in the office. I became more cautious about who I worked with. It repeated itself much later, when I saw that our internal company emails were being read in the Ericsson office before they poached a lot of our people.
Could these things have happened outside Africa? Maybe the probability would have been much less. The hunger is the same, but the greed is less, as many of the needs are usually already met. This is the same for Nigerians working in other parts of Africa. You don't need to worry about diesel for your generator, fuel scarcity, or security. When those basic needs are met, Nigerians become very different people.
This is why I keep telling people recruiting from the diaspora not to bring them to Nigeria, but to allow them to settle in other African countries for now. Trust is enhanced when people worry less about basic things.
This is a simple and pedestrian explanation, but trust me, it works all the time. There are people I know who would love to work for Nigerian companies but would never want to live in Nigeria. Hire them, but don't let them come back home unless you are ready to treat them as expats.
Nigeria is the problem with a lot of people; it is not because they are Nigerians but because they are in Nigeria.
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Winston Churchill fought his depression with bricks. He'd lay them for hours at his country home in Kent. He joined the bricklayers' union. And in 1921 he wrote about why it worked. It took psychology another 75 years to catch up.
He called his depression the "Black Dog." It followed him for decades. His method for fighting it back was as basic as it sounds: laying brick after brick, hour after hour.
Churchill spelled out his theory in a long essay for The Strand Magazine. People who think for a living, he wrote, can't fix a tired brain just by resting it. They have to use a different part of themselves. The part that moves the eyes and the hands. Woodworking, chemistry, bookbinding, bricklaying, painting. Anything that drags the body into a problem the mind can't solve by itself.
Modern psychology now calls this behavioral activation. It's one of the most-studied depression treatments out there. Depression sets a behavior trap. You feel bad, so you stop doing things, and doing less means less to feel good about. Feeling worse makes you do even less. The loop tightens until you can't breathe inside it.
Behavioral activation breaks the loop from the action side. You schedule the activity first, even when every part of you doesn't want to. Doing it produces small rewards: a wall gets straighter, a painting fills in, a messy room gets clean. Those small rewards slowly rewire the brain. Action comes first, and the feeling follows.
Researchers at the University of Washington put this to the test in 2006. They studied 241 adults with major depression and compared three treatments: behavioral activation, regular talk therapy, and antidepressants. For the people who were most severely depressed, behavioral activation matched the drugs. It beat the talk therapy. A 2014 review of more than 1,500 patients across 26 trials backed up the result.
Physical work like bricklaying does something extra on top of this. It crowds out rumination, the looping bad thoughts that grind people down during the worst stretches of depression. Bricklaying needs both hands and gives feedback brick by brick: each one is straight or crooked. After an hour you can see exactly how much wall you built. No room left for the mental chewing.
The line George Mack used in his post, "depression hates a moving target," is good poetry. The science behind it is sharper. Depression hates a brain that has somewhere else to be.