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We are like butterflies who flutter for a day and think it is forever. ~ Carl Sagan THE HISTORY OF TIME: 13.8 billion years of cosmic evolution, and our place within it. youtu.be/nOVvEbH2GC0

‘Trans people exist. I have no desire for them not to exist; indeed, I wish them safety, happiness and health. However, 'existence' does not, and should not, mean the violation of other people's right to privacy, dignity and freedom of speech, or the reconfiguration of society to indulge a fallacy.’ J.K. Rowling on Twitter/X.

Two virgins who marry each other can’t fight over sexual compatibility. They learn everyday till they master how to satisfy each other. You only talk about sexual compatibility when your spouse has had multiple sex partners before marriage.

Overreact? Nah. I'd do the same. I know a lot on software dev & systems design from coding, managing a WHMC for a small custom WP design/hosting biz, doing ProdMgt, Comms, Prog.Mgt, Design. But I respect core software dev too much to be posing as one of them. I hate imposters.

1 Year...and you didn't see any sign of narcism until now? 1 year? Anyway, now is also a good time to RUN!

Dear @PoliceNG @OfficialDSSNG This is an Islamic preacher in northern Nigeria openly and publicly putting a 1million naira bounty on the head of a Christian preacher. He is offering to pay 1million naira to anyone who can slaughter the pastor and bring him the head. Pls share.

Matches LLM models to your hardware github.com/AlexsJones/llm…

Dear white people .. this is how you survive in horror movies - don’t ask questions … just run 🏃‍♂️

@ABagOfStorage @trxc1963 @Mr_Husky1 The long em dashes shows it's AI generated. Could be a fake, feel good story. Just saying.

@trxc1963 @Mr_Husky1 Definitely strikes me as a fake story, but the message is absolutely grounded in reality. That's the important takeaway.

The silver Camry with the dent in the passenger door had been sitting in the same spot on Maple Street for nineteen days before I finally ran the plates. I write parking tickets for a living. I walk the same twenty blocks every day, watching meters, permits, and time limits. People don’t like me much—and I get it. But I notice things. The Camry showed up on a Tuesday. Nothing unusual—older, a little worn, but clean. I chalked the tire, came back later, and it hadn’t moved. Wrote a ticket. The next day, same thing. Then the next. By the second week, the windshield was covered in tickets. Still, something felt off. The car wasn’t abandoned—it looked cared for. Like someone meant to come back. On day nineteen, I stopped writing tickets and ran the plates. Margaret Walsh. Address: 412 Maple Street. Half a block away. I walked over, knocked—no answer. But when I pressed my ear to the door, I heard it. A faint voice. “Help.” I called 911. They broke down the door and found her on the floor. She’d had a stroke and had been there for days—maybe weeks—unable to move, unable to call for help. She survived. Later, when I visited her, she asked how I found her. I told her it was her car—that it hadn’t moved. She cried and said she thought no one would notice she was gone. But I did. Before she left for assisted living, she gave me a card and a check. Told me to use it to help someone else if I ever saw the need. She passed away a few months later. I still walk the same streets every day. Same job. Same route. But now I look a little closer. Not just at meters and tickets—but at patterns. Cars that don’t move. Mail that piles up. Lives that go quiet. Because somewhere, someone might be waiting for someone—anyone—to notice. And if I’m paying attention… maybe I can be that person.

In case you need some extra context: At N279bn, the 4.52km Opebi-Ojota Link Bridge project of Babajide Sanwo-Olu inaugurated by Senate President Godswill Akpabio is: More than half the entire 2026 budget of Ekiti More than half the entire 2026 budget of Nasarawa More than half the entire 2026 budget of Ondo More than half the entire 2026 budget of Yobe It is also roughly half the 2026 budget of Adamawa. Imagine the governor of these states spending half their entire budget on a single project, yet the project remains uncompleted after 51 months. And, by the way, 51 months is longer than a full governorship tenure (48 months).

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“The Quran is the word of God!” “It is written by Muhammad!” “No!” “Who wrote it?”

This is the start of the new fiscal year for UK councils. Fresh budgets just landed. If you’re a small business and you’re not targeting local authority contracts below £30k, you’re leaving money on the table. Here’s how to actually win them. Thread 🧵

One more thing, councils genuinely want to spend with local SMEs. It supports their economic development targets and it looks good in their annual reports. You’re not begging for work. You’re solving a problem they have. Approach it that way.

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.

@anvisha Haha Nice one!!! That was a sleek move...and I like it. I might try Moda again - I think I broke it when I tried it the other day - it went blank on me while trying to build a brand doc with it.

@JerryAgenyi is this what you had in mind?! feel free to copy and tell the agent to modify if not :) moda.app/s/OWifvhVq-UZV…

We raised $7.5M to kill AI slop. Introducing Moda: the world's first design agent with taste. RT+ comment “Moda” and we’ll design your brand for FREE.

As a first step, we are launching NaijaCivicTech, an open source platform where Nigerian in tech curate and build tiny tools that solve specific Nigerian problems together this is not a startup, not a pitch deck, just working software in the open, built for Nigeria for ease. The current goal is to achieve two things: 1. Community to curate all existing tools that have attempted to solve a problem but are not well known. 2. Community to suggest problems, tools and project that solves a specific problem It's day 1, let's see how far we can go.

Meta deleted my Instagram… 13,000+ people… just like that. At first, e pain me. But I realized something… They removed the account, but they couldn’t remove the impact. So I’m starting again. If you’ve ever learned from me, laughed with my videos, or grown because of my content… I need you again. 👉 Follow my new Instagram: instagram.com/amospikinsthet… Let’s rebuild… and this time, we go louder.

@zeroclawlabs Damn. This is scary...

Our GitHub repo is currently returning a 404 for some users. We're aware and actively investigating. The repo is public and all code is safe. Will update here as soon as it's resolved. Thanks for your patience.

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