Michael Adukeh

youtu.be/ew2sOx6kv1g Imagination & Motivation; TedX port harcourt 2013 #tedx #motivation #inspiration

You think I'm happy living abroad? I have a family I grew up with, whom I love with all of my heart - and the reality keeps dawning on me, on how many times I will see them before I one day turn 60. People I saw daily, or once a month - I haven't seen in years, and would realistically only see once a year, going forward. You think I'm happy? That one day, I might end up having children and my siblings might not have the relationship with them - the relationship I had with my uncles, in my formative years? I remember clearly how they would take us to MrBiggs every Sunday - I am currently reliving the flavour from that meatpie. How we would go to the family house in Ikeja, every year for Eid. The grandchildren uniforms, the snacks while watching your uncles slaughter rams. You think I'm happy that I might one day lead a family of children who might not know their version of that? WTF will I be doing in another man's land, if I did everything they asked me to do from childhood (face your studies, be exceptional, stay away from crime, be hardworking) and opportunities lined up for me to be the best I could, in my motherland? WTF will I be doing here? Why will I condescend myself to living in a clime where I have to mentally switch from sun burning weather to teeth clenching winter - when I came from a land where I never needed gloves? You think I'm happy? If I could do honest work, be on my way home and not have to bother about the risk of getting shot by the people meant to protect me, because I have some lines of tattoos on my body - you think I would leave? If I could trust a justice system to defend me, ensure my rights even though I am a nobody - have trustworthy institutions banking on the highest standards, not have to worry about the bread I eat, the fake drinks from the club or streets, the fake drugs - you think I would leave? Don't get me wrong. I am grateful for the opportunities this clime has given me, to test my limits - to be everything I thought I could be. But all of these, in replacement for the soul I grew up with? You know the satisfaction that settled within me when I could wake up on a Saturday morning, stroll to the Iya wanke's place - relish an entire plate, or some ewa agonyin while watching children battle it out, in a 5 v 5 across the streets. That communal living that relished my soul, is now replaced with silent streets and finely divided sealed terraces. You walk through the city centres in the evenings - you see friends having an aperitif (they do so every evening), you see grandfathers meeting up with their children, you see entire families with extended families living across the streets, first cousins are even able to use the same gym and you remember what that looked like for you back home? You think of all your friends scattered across continents, some you might never get to hug again. For a lot of diasporans, you don't want Nigeria to work more than us. A lot of us want to come home, but what is home? Where is home? When will home feel like home? I hope to continue living life without lack, in comfort, with accomplished dreams - but I want to do so, with soul. When I die one day, I want to do so - with soul.

I was at an event last weekend and a lady that I met pointed out that my usual statement that“I am Ezemmuo. I know things” is quite a confident, even somewhat arrogant, statement. I said “Yeah!” She asked me “What are some of the things you don’t know?” I said “Women.” 😂

Men wanting to date biological women is NOT transphobic. Let’s normalize that.

Healing is realizing you also hurt people, even if it wasn't intentional.

On Twitter, you need to carefully balance the need to share good news that could motivate some, on the one hand, and the possibility that that news could arouse the envy of many others, on the other hand. Misery loves company. Success loves solitude. I am Ezemmuo. I know things.

There is a Japanese Legend that says: "Whether it's a machine, a house, or a relationship... Maintenance is always cheaper than repairing." What you don't maintain, you eventually lose.

@GamewithDave How do you get back into gaming if you start falling out of love with it because of life and stress?

I don’t care how old I get… I’m never quitting video games.

Most Nigerians don’t realize how bad things are because they haven’t traveled to saner countries. A lack of exposure can really limit your perspective on what’s actually possible.

It is a waste of time to pray for the nation when you have elected bad leaders. ~ Apostle Suleiman says

lol I have always argued that avoiding sex or conversations around it before marriage is a recipe for disaster. Sexual compatibility is such a crucial element of relationships, yet people treat it like a forbidden element till they marry and start crying on social media. PS: this is not a religious or relationship advise.

He is Risen. The darkness couldn’t hold Him. The grave couldn’t keep Him. Death itself lost today. Happy Easter. ✝️

Nigeria is a reflection of the people in it. Someone shot his shot at Victor Osimhen for a jersey and even tagged a vendor. Osimhen saw it and said he’d personally send one. 
Then told the vendor to add 15 more jerseys for others. -That’s where it got interesting.- Immediately money entered, the story changed. The vendor suddenly said Osimhen told him to share it himself. 
He claimed he had already picked 15 people. —Then it got worse—
He called the same person who brought him the business a scam. From there, he tried to “negotiate”:
7 for the guy, 8 for himself. Greed, plain and simple. The guy refused and asked for all 15 jerseys as instructed. —Next thing— 
The vendor switched again.
Said the post was “stolen” and brought another person to justify it. —Now here’s the real problem— Instead of people calling out the wrong,
they started defending it. “Make una settle.”
“Na just jersey.”
“Let it go.” - Someone even offered to pay extra, 
rewarding bad behavior. And that’s when it becomes clear: We are not different from the people we complain about in power. —This is how it starts— 
small compromise, small dishonesty, small defense of wrong. Nigeria didn’t just become this way overnight. 
We built it, little by little, with everyday actions like this. Truth is, many people are only “good” because they’ve not had the opportunity to do worse. One day, we will have an honest conversation about the double standards on this TL. One day.

‘City boy’ but you reach Jos, fear to enter the city. Airport boy.

Unfortunately, as you get older, you gradually become less interested in new music and keep going back to the old favorite songs you once loved.

@pitchpulse_X @grok is this confirmed?

🚨 Heartbreaking: 12-year-old Brazilian Palmeiras talent Zinho leaves the pitch in tears after alleged racial abuse by Argentina’s River Plate players — Vinícius Jr reaches out with support and promises to meet him in Spain 🤍

WE CANNOT ALL BE CONTENT CREATORS!!

Your family portrait will not matter in three generations. Even to your own family. Live. Be present today.

SAD BUT TRUE 😢 WHAT A WRITE UP! Akara and Pap was breakfast served every morning in a hostel of 100 people. Out of the 100, 80 didn’t like it. They complained daily, saying they were tired and wanted something different. But the remaining 20 were satisfied. They liked it just as it was. To solve the issue, the warden introduced a simple rule: Every night, everyone would vote for what they wanted to eat the next morning. The meal with the highest number of votes would be served. So every night, the 20 who loved Akara and Pap voted for it—with one voice. But the 80 who didn’t like it were never united. Their votes went in different directions: 18 for Bread and Tea 16 for Yam and Egg Sauce 14 for Jollof Rice 12 for Spaghetti 10 for Indomie 10 for Moi Moi and Pap Can u guess what the result was every single time? Akara and Pap kept winning, Not because it was the best, but because the people who didn’t want it were too divided to agree on anything else. In Nigeria, many are tired of the same old hardship, bad governance and recycled leadership. We know who and what the real problems are. But even those who want change are divided—along tribal lines, party names, personal interest, ego, ambition etc. 2027 might seem far away, but it's already around the corner. If we don’t learn from this story, we will wake up again to another bitter round of the same “meal” we’ve been served for ages. This Is a Salient Message THERE'S POWER IN UNITY, NOT JUST IN NUMBERS. A United Minority Is More Formidable Than A Divided Majority. FOOD FOR THOUGHT © Unknown Author

@DrJoeAbah Most likely arteta's successor 😊

We don’t want Fabregas. We don’t want Ashley Cole. We don’t want Giroud. We want to slap them whenever they use “We” when talking about Arsenal now. They can all go and famz Rojunior. You are either a Gunner4Life or be attracted to dirty Russian money. Una good mooring o. 😊