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My father's best friend was a man called Uncle Bayo who disappeared from our lives without explanation. I was 12 the last time I saw him. He came to our flat in Gbagada, argued with my father in the bedroom for an hour, and walked out without saying goodbye to me. My father never spoke his name again. Neither did my mother. Uncle Bayo became a silence with a shape. Twenty-six years passed. I was in Philadelphia for a conference. A networking dinner at a hotel downtown. Across the room, a man about my father's age caught my eye and held it too long. He approached me during dessert and said my surname like it was a question he already knew the answer to. We sat in the hotel lobby until 2am. He told me the story my father never did. They had started a construction company together in the early 90s. It had failed because of a contract dispute with a senator. The senator had paid only half the money and refused the rest. The debt had crushed them. Uncle Bayo had blamed my father for trusting the senator. My father had blamed Uncle Bayo for not reading the fine print. The friendship had shattered. Two men who had been closer than brothers had become strangers over something neither of them could control. Uncle Bayo had moved to America after the falling out. He had built a new life, a new business, a small contracting firm in West Philly. He had married a Ghanaian woman and had two daughters. He had never returned to Nigeria. He had never called my father. He had assumed the silence was mutual. I asked why he approached me now. He said he recognised my face because I looked like my father at 30. He said he had been waiting for decades to see that face again, to explain something that was never about betrayal. He said the argument had been about shame, not money. Both men had felt they failed each other. Neither had known how to say it. I called my father from the hotel room. It was 3am in Lagos. He answered on the second ring, voice thick with sleep and alarm. I told him who I was sitting with. The line went quiet. Then my father did something I had never heard him do. He cried. Not softly. The kind of crying that comes from a place words cannot reach. Uncle Bayo flew to Lagos 3 months later. They met at the same flat in Gbagada. They sat in the same living room where the argument had happened. They didn't re-litigate the past. They just sat together, two old men with white hair and matching hypertension medication, and let the silence heal. My father died last year. Uncle Bayo spoke at the funeral. He said the greatest thief in life is not money or failure. It is the belief that there is always more time. Call them. The debt is not theirs. It is yours.

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@AnihUgochi Check your dm

@AnihUgochi Oh. Ok

Was surprised to see 20+ persons on the zoom call. Apparently, all applicants were placed on the same call. Your name is called, you unmute, turn on your camera and start answering questions to the hearing of other candidates 😂. Btw, that was 2nd stage. Never again.

@AnihUgochi @ObiOnyeEze1 I am taking this reply as a yes. Make I contact my kinsmen asap

@anihpatrickugo @ObiOnyeEze1 No wayyyy😂

@AnihUgochi @ObiOnyeEze1 You know that if I marry you like this, you don't need to go through the struggle of changing your surname

@ObiOnyeEze1 These instances of domestic violence against women that sugarbelly just listed, I also condemn them but they are not particular to any tribe. We have seen numerous cases here involving men from other tribes too. Most of these things are character flaws and should be addressed

@Maduabu44 @ObiOnyeEze1 From the way she spoke, you could easily tell 😂

@ObiOnyeEze1 Stop wasting your time with bitter old single feminists that are angry they couldn’t land themselves Igbo men. Instead of working on their bad characters they rather die a bitter feminist, but I’m here waiting patiently for your doom.

better. At some point learnt react, then next.js and finally react native. React native gave me my first internship, my first job and now my second job. I built products that gave me money with react native and even made my first million from it. Lesson: Never say never!!!

Lol, I started with python, ransacked Django docs. Then , I criticised JavaScript, once said that I will never learn JavaScript. Eventually to be good at Django templates, I needed to learn JavaScript. So I changed my mind just because I wanted to make my Django skills

We really deserve our leaders

@Jinmiplaydirty "last days at focados high school" is more relatable and fun to teenagers. Independence is more relatable to any age group. But both are good books between.

personally thought independence was a much better book than the last days at forcados.

What goes around, comes around.

@peterpme Happy Monday, how are you doing?

happy monday to all the react native devs out there

If your Dad didn’t get to see your children, make sure you get to see your own grandchildren Grandfathers are slowly going extinct Dear Men/Fathers, pls take very good care of yourself and be selfish when necessary. Stay sane and stay healthy!

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+234 tech job seekers.... On June 28 2023, I was fired effective immediately from my software engineering job in Lagos - the job was onsite, 8 am to 6 pm. That was a Wednesday. On the 3rd of July 2023, a Monday morning, I resumed a new job with 50% pay increase. 100% remote. Bear in mind, I have no BSc. I have written a 70-page book, currently selling N5000, where I lay down everything that has helped me thrive in the Nigerian tech job market in the last 6 years. The book is more or less a practical field guide If you are looking to crack the Nigerian job market, reply with "CRACK", follow me and repost this, and follow me to get the book FREE.

from the moment i see myself having conversations around “ transport fare” i just know i’m talking to the wrong person lol.

Low-key love when they yap about something interesting. I just sit and listen and it excites my heart.😎

It's called intelligence, which when distilled is the ability to solve problems. Intelligence = problem solving - It is what makes men far more useful than women. - It is primarily why almost everything you own and use that improves your life, including this app and the phone in your hand was made by men. - it is also why the compelled admission of women into male problem solving spaces leads to the solving of fewer problems The male human being is evolutionarily optimised to solve problems and therefore, competes on, derives fulfilment from and ascends social hierarchies by solving problems. *HE* is a state of the art, cutting edge high performance machine. The closest thing to God. This is why when you put 2 sets of 10 men and women in separate Islands, the women struggle to coordinate, innovate and feed while the men thrive. Men are the gold standard and the crème de la crème of creation. And women are simply a necessary burden they must tolerate to procreate. Everything else the culture has told you to the contrary over the last 70 or so years, is an obvious lie.