Good, let’s break it down
In Figma, frames act as basic containers for grouping and positioning design elements. A frame is where you design in, it’s meant to hold all elements together inside it. Starting a design in Figma, you begin with a frame by hitting F on your keyboard and selecting a frame , say “iPhone 13 mini or desktop size”.
Whereas auto layout adds responsive behaviors like automatic spacing, wrapping, and resizing based on content changes.
Auto layout is a frame, but responsive
In Auto layout, you can add padding, resize, wrap contents and all elements are responsive.
Auto layout makes it easy to duplicate elements in a group with having to adjust or reposition.
Auto layout makes it easy to create a button and button is responsive by setting width to hug.
… I can go on and on ✌️
Every Christian has been called to live a life on mission. But how do we live out the realities of being a missional christian in Lagos?
Let’s sit at the feet of Jesus over the next 4 Sundays as we get equipped inside, for the life we are called to live outside.
@LindaOjo_ Congratulations Linda! 🥳
Currently leaning into design engineering with my software engineering and product design skills and I must say, you inspire me! 🫡
I didn’t call my husband crying.
I called him angry.
It was 11:47 PM. I was sitting on the kitchen floor, laptop open, staring at an email that said my contract wasn’t being renewed. Just like that. Two years of overtime, weekends, skipped holidays — gone in one paragraph.
When he answered, I didn’t even say hello. “I lost my job.”
Silence. Not the awkward kind. The steady kind.
He said, “Okay. I’m coming home.”
He was on a night shift. I told him not to. I said I didn’t want him to risk it. I said I was fine.
He said, “You’re not.”
Twenty minutes later, I heard the door.
He didn’t try to fix it. Didn’t start giving solutions. Didn’t say, “You’ll find something better.” Didn’t minimize it.
He just sat on the floor with me.
He ordered food because he knew I hadn’t eaten. He closed my laptop because he knew I’d keep rereading the email. He made a list the next morning not of jobs for me but of bills he could cover alone “for as long as it takes.”
The next week, I found out he had quietly moved money from his personal savings into our joint account.
Not because I asked.
Because he anticipated.
Months later, when I apologized for being “a burden,” he looked genuinely confused.
“We’re married,” he said. “There is no yours and mine when things fall apart. There’s just us.”
That’s when I understood something about marriage.
It’s not about who plans the best anniversary or posts the sweetest captions.
It’s about who sits on the kitchen floor with you when your world collapses.
It’s about who absorbs your panic without adding their own.
It’s about who turns “your problem” into “our plan.”
Marriage isn’t loud.
It’s steady.
And when it’s real, you don’t have to beg someone to show up.
They already grabbed their keys.
There's a developer in my office I think I'll get into a boxing ring with and have one or two fights.
I designed something, gave him a full walkthrough, asked if he understands and he said yes, only for us to have a demo and I saw something different.
I was livid!