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Comment section of this post is an evidence that many people can write beautifully about things they actually do not understand. Worse is, basic comprehension is what many people lack!

POV: You’re a Nigerian in the UK and this is your morning view in Flåm, Norway🇳🇴✨ No flights just cruise straight from Southampton. Is this the best balcony view in the world or what? 🐬🛳️

See how non challant he was at the beginning because he wasn’t expecting much. But it then turned to excitement and then tears. If you like let these zero effort women manipulate you to settle for less. You will just die young. I rather remain single than put up with nonsense.

There was a woman who sold books from a table outside University of Lagos gate for nineteen years. Not a shop. Not a stall. A table. Wooden. Two planks joined imperfectly with a nail you could see from a distance. She covered it with a blue wrapper when rain came and uncovered it every morning at 6am like she was opening something official. Her name was Mama Buki. I found her in 2007. First year. Needed a textbook I couldn't afford new. Someone pointed outside the gate and said the woman with the blue wrapper knew every book ever written and where to find it for a price that wouldn't end your month. She looked at my list before I finished handing it over. Said she had two of the three. Said the third she could get by Thursday. Said Thursday like it was already settled. She wrote my name in a small notebook with a biro she kept behind her ear. I asked what the notebook was for. She said it was so she remembered who was waiting for what. I looked at the notebook. It was almost full. She knew my course by month two. Started keeping books aside before I asked. Would say I saw something for you last week in a way that meant she had been thinking about my reading while I wasn't there. Nobody had ever thought about my reading while I wasn't there. She had a son. Buki. The table was named after him before he was born. She had set it up pregnant and needed something to call it so she called it what she was going to call him and then called him the same when he arrived so they matched. She told me this like it was the most logical thing in the world. Buki was seven when I first saw him. Sat behind the table on Saturdays doing homework. Organised books by subject without being asked. When customers came he asked what year are you and pulled the relevant section forward before his mother turned around. Seven years old. Final year I came with a different list. Not textbooks. Just books I wanted to read for no reason except wanting to read them. She looked at the list. Then at me. Said this is the first time in four years you came here wanting something for yourself. She found seven of the ten. Three weeks. Each one appeared with my name on a Post-it. No extra charge for the waiting. I graduated in 2011. Lost the route. Twelve years later I drove my younger cousin to Unilag for registration. Sat in traffic outside the gate. Looked left. Blue wrapper on a table. Same imperfect nail visible from a distance. I got out of the car. She looked up. The searching look. Then finding. She said my name. Twelve years. Said it like I had been away for a long weekend. I asked about Buki. She smiled the full kind. Said second year. Law. Said he called every Sunday and spent twenty minutes talking about books he was reading like she had trained him to. Which she had. I asked how she was really doing. She said she was exactly where she was supposed to be. Said nineteen years at this table had shown her more of Lagos than most people saw from inside it. That she had watched children become doctors and engineers from this exact spot. That some came back and some didn't and she loved them the same either way. Said the table was never about being remembered. It was about making sure they left with what they needed. I bought three books I didn't need. She wrote my name in the new notebook. Same biro. Behind the same ear. Some people build their whole life in one place and the place becomes something people carry with them everywhere they go. Mama Buki never moved an inch. But she traveled with all of us.

This Is A Complete Guide to HGV Licences, Certificates, and Driver Cards in the UK To me I think driving Heavy Goods Vehicle ( HGV) in the UK is not just about getting behind the wheel, it’s a regulated profession with different licence categories, additional certificates for specialist work, and a set of cards every driver must carry. Whether you’re planning a career in haulage or simply want to understand how the industry works, here’s a full breakdown. There are various Types of HGV Licences in the UK, HGV licences are divided into categories depending on the weight and type of vehicle you’re driving. 1. Category C1 Licence Covers medium-sized vehicles between 3.5 tonnes and 7.5 tonnes, with trailers up to 750kg and Examples are Small box vans, delivery trucks, ambulances. 2. Category C1+E Licence Same weight range as C1 (3.5–7.5 tonnes), but allows towing a larger trailer over 750kg, Combined weight must not exceed 12 tonnes and Example are Delivery vans with larger trailers. 3. Category C Licence (Class 2) For rigid vehicles over 7.5 tonnes, with trailers up to 750kg and Example are Refuse trucks, tipper trucks, large rigid lorries. 4. Category C+E Licence (Class 1) The highest-level licence for HGV drivers, Allows driving of articulated lorries and drawbar combinations and Example are Fuel tankers, car transporters, long-haul artics.This licence opens the door to international haulage and higher pay It does not end there as there are various Certificates Needed for Specialist Vehicles. Depending on the type of loads or equipment you work with, additional training and certificates may be legally required. 1. ADR Certificate Mandatory for transporting dangerous or hazardous goods such as fuel, chemicals, or gases.Tanker drivers must hold this certificate. 2. HIAB (Lorry Loader) Certificate Required for vehicles fitted with a crane or hydraulic lifting arm and this are Common in construction haulage, where goods need to be loaded and unloaded on-site. 3. STGO (Special Types General Order) Licence For moving abnormal loads like oversized machinery, bridges, or construction equipment.This types of Drivers often work alongside escort vehicles for safety. 4. Car Transporter Training While not a separate licence, most companies require drivers to undergo specialist training to safely load, secure, and unload vehicles. 5. Driver CPC (Certificate of Professional Competence) A legal requirement for all professional HGV drivers.Includes an initial CPC when first qualifying, plus 35 hours of periodic training every five years.Ensures drivers stay up to date on road safety,fuel efficiency,regulation Essential Cards Every HGV Driver Needs. Professional drivers in the UK rely on several cards, not just their licence. These are checked by employers, enforcement officers, and site managers. 1.Driver CPC Card Proof that the driver has completed mandatory CPC training. Must be carried at all times when driving professionally. 2.Digital Tachograph Card Used in digital tachographs to record driving hours, rest breaks, and speeds. Crucial for ensuring compliance with driver hour regulations. We will create another day to explain about this card as it’s very important 3.ADR Card Issued after passing ADR training. Needed whenever transporting hazardous materials. 4.Fuel Cards Issued by employers so drivers can refuel vehicles without using cash. Accepted at specific petrol stations depending on the company. Lastly A career as an HGV driver in the UK requires more than just driving skills. The right licence, additional certifications, and proper cards are all part of the package. For those willing to invest the time in training, it opens doors to various opportunities Don’t forget to like and retweet, thank you #hgv #TruckDriver #trucking @Ademola_Odumesi @Prestigious_Gt @Wizarab10 @SirJarus

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I'm creating a small book club inside Osogbo @InsideOsogbo. We pick a book every month and meet up physically to discuss it. If you're game, Say Hi or Dm. Both genders are welcome! (Serious readers only).

December 2025. April 2026

nobody extends grace anymore and it’s so sad. life is hard for everyone. you miss one birthday and now you’re an enemy, you forget to do something and now you’re unreliable. Always extend grace because you don’t know how many times it’s been extended to you.

My father never came to a single thing I invited him to. Not my primary school graduation. Not my secondary school prize giving where I collected 3 awards and kept looking at the gate. Not my university matriculation. Not the ceremony when I got called to bar in 2012. I'd send him the date weeks in advance and he'd say I'll try and that was always the full sentence. I'll try. No follow up. No explanation after. My mother would sit in his place and clap loud enough for 2 people. I stopped inviting him after the bar call. Not from anger. Some people love you completely and still cannot show up and after a while you stop making them feel guilty about it. He was not a bad man. I want to be clear about that. He was a mechanic in Mushin for 35 years. Worked 6 days a week. Sent every one of us to school. Never raised his hand. Never left. The lights stayed on and the rent was paid and there was always food and he did all of it quietly without asking to be celebrated. He just could not sit in a plastic chair and watch something. I accepted that and moved on. Last year I bought my first property. A flat in Ojodu. Took 9 years of saving and 2 years of paperwork and a lawyer who nearly finished me. When the keys finally came I sat in the empty flat on the floor for an hour just breathing. I called my mother first. She screamed. My sister cried. I didn't call my father. 3 days later he called me. Said he heard about the flat from my mother. Said he wanted to come and see it. I didn't know what to do with that so I just said okay. Gave him the address. Figured he'd say I'll try and we'd never speak of it again. He showed up on Saturday at 9am. Stood at the door in his good agbada. The one he only wears for serious things. Holding a small nylon bag. I let him in and he walked through every room without speaking. Not quickly. Slowly. Like he was counting something. He checked the pipes under the kitchen sink. Knocked on the walls. Opened and closed the windows twice each. Looked at the ceiling in every room the way only a man who has fixed things his whole life looks at ceilings. Then he came and stood in the sitting room and looked at me. Said the pipework is good. Said the windows seal properly. Said whoever built this knew what they were doing. I nodded. Long silence. Then he opened the nylon bag. Inside was a small framed photo. Me at maybe 7 years old sitting on the bonnet of an old car in his workshop. Grinning. Both legs swinging. He's standing beside me with his hand on my shoulder looking at something outside the frame. I remember that day. I had gone to the workshop after school and he let me sit there while he worked and gave me a Fanta and put a Michael Jackson cassette on the small radio. I didn't know anyone had taken a photo. He said he kept it on his workshop table for 22 years. Said he wanted me to have something for the new place. I held that frame and stood very still. He said he knew he missed things. Said he was not good at the sitting and watching. That crowds made something in him go wrong in a way he never knew how to explain. Then he said the flat was good and he was proud and he asked if there was anything in the kitchen because he hadn't eaten. I laughed. Made him eggs and bread while he sat at my kitchen table in his good agbada like he owned the place. We ate and he told me about a car he was working on. I told him about a case that was giving me trouble. Normal conversation. The kind we should have been having for years. He left at 1pm. At the door he gripped my shoulder the same way he did in that photo. Didn't say anything. Didn't need to. The photo is on my sitting room wall now. First thing I hung in the whole flat. Some fathers cannot sit in the plastic chair. But mine drove to Ojodu in his good agbada on a Saturday morning with a 22 year old photograph in a nylon bag. That was his standing ovation. I just didn't know to look for it in that shape.

🎯My wife and I had the worst misunderstanding in our 14yrs of marriage during this last Ramadan.. It started like a small issue that got escalated into something serious.. That was the first time we would have misunderstanding that lasted beyond 48hrs.. She eventually realized her mistakes and apologized... ..but during that moment of misunderstanding, I made a vow to My self.. That I will NEVER return to the good husband she had always had.. And I meant it❗️ So, after everything resolved, I strategically designed a system that will disconnect the friendship we've always had.. I believed na there see finish de come from.. When we both return from work, I stopped sitting with her for any kind of gist.. She will serve, I eat, talk and I respond, coldly. Gradually, I realized the vibe and energy in My house was dropping.. The kids who will always be happy playing around can no longer do anyhow because I was always acting like a wounded lion.. Even My wife was fast loosing her shining smiles and sparkling looks.. Because the gist partner who always make home lively has turned a James Bond. I did this for about 5 days and it was during this moment that I understood Suratu Nas very well as a powerful prayer for Muslims.. The devil began to whisper several things into My mind.. "Na you cause am, sebi if na two wives you get now, you for just go to that one now to deal with this one" For the very first time, I began to envy people with two wives😃 . Then another option strucked.. "Now you need a side chick, na because you are too responsible and too available. If you enter home late spending time with your side chick, you won't notice all the energies you are saying is dropping in your home." You have money to rent a house for side chick in your area.. Enjoy your life . Deal with her❗️ Each day, different terrible thoughts began to take over my mind.. ✅️This was a time we've just spent millions on Xtraplus Pharmacy.. ✅️This was a time I was planning a big brand called Afinju coming.. ✅️This was a time I was discussing our next Project, Askariot Court 1 with our architect.. All these things didn't matter to me again but how to deal with My wife.. Then suddenly, one evening, I decided to shout Audhubillahi mina shaytoni rojeem.. I realized the devil was taking this matter too far.. It was massaging my ego while I was loosing on My productivity and family.. That same day, she returned from work, straight to kitchen as usual.. But this time, I went downstairs to meet her.. I know how I always start our gist and just like that, everything that looks like the world was going to and end ended immediately.. 🎯Why am I sharing this❓️ ✅️1. We are in social media age where everyone who talks about marriages paint it as if they've all figured out the rules and formulas.. As if they don't have misunderstanding in their homes.. That's why I deem it necessary sharing this so that you know that the homes you cherish, do have their own moments of hard misunderstandings.. So, don't tag your spouse a devil. It's an inescapable part of marriage.. ✅️2. Never allow ego drive into your homes in moment of misunderstanding.. Be quick to apologize or let go when your partner offends you and apologize.. It is not because you are a f00l, it is because holding grudges will drain you and make yoi unproductive focusing on things that will further break you.. Imagine me focusing on how to distract My own life with side chick while my pending businesses needed my attention? Fighting in your home will drain you and block your success rate.. This is not only spiritual but practical.. I was already thinking n0nsense when I should be attending to My pending businesses.. ✅️3. Devil will try you at your greatest turning points.. Just take note of this.. Imagine that kind of misunderstanding at a point we needed ourselves the most?

I’m just wondering how much Nigerians could be making rn if we produce enough of these at international standards.

It’s one legit fear among people trying to date this days, the fear of conflict in relationships People these days don’t want to have tough conversations, one conflict and they’re shutting down, calling it a red flag and leaving, meanwhile the beauty of a relationship is in repair. You will always have disagreements, your childhoods were different, your experiences are different, you’d see the world in different ways, definitely you’d step on each others toes once in a while but knowing how to communicate and forgive will do so much for you in that relationship. Don’t run, learn to stay with that feeling and repair, you won’t regret it

He retired from his work after years and years of working. They make sure they don't forget how dedicated he was to his Job.

The way I’ve been thinking over the past few months isn’t healthy😔 If this crosses your timeline, PLEASE REPOST🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽. You could change my life. My UK visa expires May 1st and I’m actively searching for a visa sponsored job before then. I’m a Technical/Application support analyst. I’m skilled at incident & problem management, SQL & database querying, SLA management & ticketing, API & integration support. I’m adaptable and ready to hit the ground running from day one. I’m ready to relocate to any city in the Uk. I’ll really appreciate every retweet, tag, comment. God bless🙏🏽

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Marrying a brilliant, beautiful, assertive, intelligent woman who treats excellence as her baseline >>>> Having a literal life partner who’s as enthusiastic about your growth as you are about hers >>>>>> Having her be all this and then also have progressive ideals?! >>>>>>>>>>>

This is exactly what I mean when I say you don't have to lie - you just have to frame it professionally. Notice how He didn't even say "I'm in Nigeria but I want to work for US clients." He said..."I move around quite a bit, so I'm more of a digital nomad. All of my clients are in the U.S. and Europe, and I've worked with several brands internationally." Same truth. Different positioning. He shifted the conversation from where he is to who he works with. That's the skill. When recruiters ask "Where are you based?" they're not asking for your GPS coordinates. They're asking - Can you work in our timezone? Can we pay you easily? Will communication be smooth? Answer those concerns, not the literal question. You're not lying. You're translating your reality into the language clients understand. The recruiter didn't care that he wasn't sitting in New York. He cared whether the work arrangement would function smoothly. It would. This is what I've been teaching... positioning beats location every time. You don't need to hide where you are. You just need to lead with what matters to them - your availability, your ability to deliver, and how easy you make their life. Sweet conversation Indeed. That's the strategy.

Facts about men that don’t like birthdays: - They are low maintenance - They like being alone - They’re used to making themselves happy - They measure life in progress and not dates. - They pour into others more than they receive. - They don’t like drama.

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