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Too many people in Events/Hospitality/ night life just based on hustle. These are industries I genuinely think you need a passion for people, to be in.

i rebuke every negative thing said over my life even as a joke

Nigeria has produced world-class developers despite having: No reliable electricity. No affordable broadband. A currency that lost 70% of its value. Local companies that underpay deliberately. A government that signs Startup Acts and implements nothing. Imagine what Nigerian developers could build with half the advantages developers elsewhere take for granted. The talent isn't the problem. Never was.

a day will come when we will sit down and honestly talk about how twelve years of apc rule reshaped and, for many millennials, severely disrupted the course of their lives. an entire generation entered adulthood full of expectations, only to face rising costs, shrinking opportunities, and constant economic uncertainty. the real impact will not just be measured in statistics, but in delayed dreams, postponed milestones, and lost stability.

Please use your platforms to talk about the killings in Nigeria… it’s getting closer to your homes everyday. Don’t wait till it’s some you love that’s the victim.

A very important conversation.

The electricity situation deserves its own thread. Nigerian engineers have bought inverters, solar panels, and generators just to have stable power to work. That is capital expenditure that no European developer has ever had to consider. You are literally paying out of pocket for the basic infrastructure required to do your job. And no company is reimbursing you for it.

The skill gap between a Lagos engineer and a London engineer? In most cases, it does not exist. The Nigerian dev studied the same docs, solved the same LeetCode problems, built with the same frameworks, and ships production-grade code every single day. The gap is not in ability. It is in geography.

Nobody is telling this story loudly enough. Not because it isn't painful. But because Nigerian engineers have been quietly conditioned to be grateful just for being in the industry at all. That conditioning is the first problem.

A Nigerian software engineer and a German software engineer push the same code to production tonight. Same stack. Same PR review. Same 2am. One of them earns €7,000/month with free healthcare, job protection laws, and a pension that kicks in at 30. The other earns ₦600,000 and just spent ₦47,000 on generator fuel this month alone. We need to talk about this.

six months from now I will be in a completely different space financially, spiritually, physically, and socially.

Na me wey dey face laptop screen more than 12 hours daily you wan dey tell this one. Abeg shift.

You can actually just change

UPDATE on my father’s story. Life of a contract staff in Nigeria Pt 2. So many of you asked us to keep pushing. We did. I wish I had better news. We finally got access to his RSA pin and logged into his pension portal. ₦3.1 million. 28 years of work. ₦3.1 million in pension 😢 We stared at the screen for a long time without speaking. But that wasn’t even the worst part. The contribution history showed his employer only started remitting pension 10 years ago. Before that? Nothing. 18 years of blank entries. 18 years my father assumed someone was keeping his future safe. Nobody was. We went to the pension fund administrator’s office in Victoria Island. Sat in their waiting room for hours. The customer service officer was polite. Professional but completely unbothered. She explained that he cannot access the full ₦3.1 million. He gets 25% now as a lump sum, which is a little over 750k. The rest will be paid monthly. She quoted figures. Something around ₦18,000 to ₦22,000 per month depending on final calculations. My father is 56 years old. ₦18,000 a month in this present economy?! He didn’t say anything in the office. Just nodded slowly the way men of his generation do when they are dying quietly inside. I felt terrible. On the way out he asked me if we could stop to get something to munch as we were famished. We sat in the hot car and ate the rice we bought from mama put and didn’t talk about any of it, me wondering what’s going through his mind and him taking deep breaths every minute. Then we started making calls about the NHF, his office helpline rang out the first four times. On the fifth attempt someone picked, asked for his NHF number; which we couldn’t provide, put us on hold for 11 minutes and the call dropped. We went in person to his former office, which he was reluctant to go but I persuaded him. They searched the system. His name appeared but his contributions showed zero remittance. The officer suggested his primary employer may have deducted the NHF from his salary without remitting it. As if this is a minor clerical possibility and not theft. NSITF was the same story. The office confirmed his employer was registered but contributions under his name were inconsistent and incomplete. They gave us a form to fill. So this is where we are. 18 years of pension contributions stolen or ignored. NHF deducted from his salary, destination unknown. NSITF contributions, missing. The company that took 28 years of his life and the MD is probably still in Dubai. And my father is filling forms. He worked every single day so that this moment, this difficult moment, would be cushioned. That was the deal. That was the promise of showing up. They collected his loyalty and left him with paperwork and ₦18,000 a month. If this happened to your parent, your uncle, your family member, please check their RSA portal today. Check their NHF number. Don’t wait until it’s too late. Because the system is not going to tell you it failed you. You have to find out yourself. Make this too loud to ignore.

I’m not even joking, as this is resurrection season, may my four bank accounts read the room and resurrect too. The same power that raise Jesus can touch my finances 🧎🏾‍♂️

Saw that ad for an EA and just shook my head. Will never understand trying to get top-tier output on bottom-tier pay. You can’t demand excellence from people you don’t compensate properly. Nah It doesn’t work that way People who work/have worked with me may call me intense, tough, difficult etc and tbh, I’m fine with that. But one thing you’ll never call me is someone who underpays or owes people. If I expect the best, I pay for it. Simple as

The blind state of the world only sees her waking up by 4:30AM to pack a lunch, they’re not concerned that her husband is going to work by 4:30AM and would be at work long enough that he’d have to eat his lunch there.

A delivery rider blocked a whole parking spot in a busy hospital today with his bike. Was I wrong for parking in front and blocking him?

There’s something we don’t really talk about enough. Nigeria is connected to some of the most powerful undersea cables ever built: MainOne, WACS, ACE, Glo-1. Billions of dollars of infrastructure sitting right off our coastline. Yet most of my mutuals and I are still buying 1GB for ₦1,000, and it’s finishing in 2 hours. Something is just so deeply wrong, and most people don’t even know where to point the finger.

I need a job with a salary that’ll shock me every month.🤞🏽😞