Michael Terna Adigam

My commitment has always been to bridge the gap between policy and the vibrant voices of young people. I invite you - whether you're a policymaker, a fellow advocate, or someone with a stake in Nigeria's future - to connect, share insights, and collaborate.

You don’t pick mentors, they pick you.

@TheZenomHayab I no believe

@TernaMichael2 I no know ooo. I never taste am.

Asking me for money when you know I am saving to buy vitamilk for the first time is crazy. Please leave me alone.

@TheZenomHayab Na me dey ask question, answer first. 😎

@TernaMichael2 Is that how it works?

@oluxoxo @Blackmercii2 Good idea. Let me go get it done

@TernaMichael2 @Blackmercii2 @TernaMichael2 that good news you shared via whatsapp, go back and send it via email. make we start a trail of good news

@TheZenomHayab Congratulations 🎊

I am finally done with my examinations. Tell me CONGRATULATIONS in capital letters. PS: If you don't, then you are my enemy!

@Itoro1Lawrence Exactly my point. So long as it's 5pm, it's your choice what happens afterwards.

@TernaMichael2 I believe you should leave at 5pm or later because you want to not because of eye service or a toxic workplace.

My colleague did that for 2 years. Not me sha. 5pm, I am out. He allowed it!

@Itoro1Lawrence 1. Public recognition 2. Influence 3. Achievements 4. Media presence. Content creators lack achievements and influence.

@TernaMichael2 Interesting! Social media has made everyone a celebrity. So, what are the specific criterias to identify a person as a celebrity.

The rise of celebrities: How do we classify who a celebrity is and who isn't?

@OG_Zedd Happy birthday O.G

Another year without 1 billion dollars. Happy birthday chief.

@Timmysofine First time I paid attention to 'FUBAR' was when I recently re-watched the movie Saving Private Ryan.

Do you know the story of FUBAR?

@Itoro1Lawrence I wonder why I didn't even figure this Friday part out 😁🤔 I'll try next Friday

@TernaMichael2 🤣🤣🤣 If it is on Friday, you dress casually so you don't feel it.Put away your suit and roll up your sleeves. Sometimes, I like to change if I am not wearing something that fits the night.

I am that girl who will stop at that restaurant after work for cool music and chill before heading home. Yep, I am that girl.

@Freyy_is @Itz_Ibzidon

my grandfather was a prince. he was literally a prince in igala land, idah, kogi state. his father was the king, and amongst eleven children, my grandfather was the favourite. everyone knew it, the king saw something in him. so he did what any father drunk on love for his child would do. he invested in him. he sent him to school while the others stayed behind. he paid his fees, watched him grow, and imagined a future for his son that none of the other children would have. that was his first mistake. not loving him, but letting the others see how much.his brothers were jealous. my grandfather didn’t see it coming because he was the favorite. one day, something happened to him. he didn’t know what it was. he just felt pulled, like something invisible had wrapped a rope around his waist and was tugging him forward. he started walking. and he didn’t stop. he walked out of igala land, away from his father’s palace, away from his name, away from everything he had ever known. for days he walked. no explanation for what was happening to him. he was just moving. it wasn’t until much later, years later, that he would understand what his brothers had done. the jazz. the charm. the deliberate, calculated decision to remove him from the equation so the king’s love would have nowhere left to land. they sent their own brother into exile with witchcraft. and it worked. he ended up in lagos. nobody who has ever made that journey on foot, through bush and hunger and confusion, can explain exactly how they survived it. my grandfather couldn’t either. he would always say it was God. and maybe that’s the only explanation that makes sense. on the outskirts of lagos, a man of God had gone up a mountain to fast. he had been on that mountain for days, no food, no water, just him and whatever he was seeking. on the very last day of his fast, as he was preparing to come down, he looked out and saw a young man walking in the direction of the river. something stopped him cold. he didn’t know this boy. had never seen his face before. but something in his spirit screamed that this was not ordinary. that this young man walking calmly toward that river was not simply taking a stroll. he ran down from that mountain and he stopped my grandfather. he looked him in the eyes and he said, i don’t know what brought you here, but you are not going any further. my grandfather had no memory of deciding to walk to a river. that was the part that would haunt him for years. the man of God took him in. my grandfather lived with him, served him, learned from him, swept his floors and ran his errands and sat at his feet. he stayed for years. and slowly, gradually, the fog lifted. the memories started coming back. he remembered the palace. he remembered his father’s face. he remembered his brothers and how they had changed toward him in those final weeks. he remembered the last night before he started walking, and what had been put in his food, or his path, or the air around him. he finally understood what had been done to him. and the man of God, when my grandfather told him everything, sat for a moment and then said “i know. i saw you at the river. and i knew if i didn’t stop you, you weren’t coming back.” he never went back to school. the admission, the future his father had imagined for him, all of it was gone. too many years had passed. but God has a strange sense of humour, because my grandfather could cook. he walked into the central bank of nigeria headquarters and applied for a job in the kitchen. one trial. just one. and they hired him on the spot. he worked there for years, cooking for some of the most powerful people in the country, including charles soludo himself. a prince in exile, feeding governors and economists and policy makers, and not one of them knew who he was. he met my grandmother in lagos. she didn’t know about igala land or the palace or the exile.

LinkedIn @LinkedInHelp & @LinkedIn your response to my case is very slow. I need my account urgently. Why have you chosen to restrict my access to my account because my sales navigator premium expired? I've been trying for 3 day now.

@Itoro1Lawrence Hi Itoro, check DM. Thank you

Again, brand strategy is critical thinking.

@AbiemMercy This post reminds me of Cathedral. And Saint Augustine, Demekpe.

@AbiemMercy Happy birthday 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁

If you're bored, just come pop balloons on my profile. I got balloons today because it's my birthday 🎉🎉 God has been so faithful to me. Happy birthday to me❤️❤️