• I feel energetic and great this morning #selflove #Abikeade
    I feel energetic and great this morning ❣️❣️🙏😀 #selflove #Abikeade
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  • Some time ago, I accompanied a friend to a conference at a hotel, where he was scheduled to meet someone. While waiting for him in the lobby area just outside one of the conference halls, I sat quietly, scrolling through my phone and minding my business.

    After a while, I noticed people going in and out of the hall beside me. Curiosity made me look up. A PhD defense was ongoing, I wasn’t really paying attention until I heard gentle clapping from inside the hall.

    Then came the turn of a middle-aged man, probably in his late 50s. He stood at the front with a soft, shaky demeanor. He spoke slowly, carefully picking his words. Every few sentences, he paused.. not for effect, but because he stuttered. Still, each time he managed to get through a point, the audience clapped.. not out of pity, but in admiration and respect.

    Toward the end, his voice broke. He asked everyone to kindly rise for a minute silence in honor of his wife, who had recently passed away. And in that moment of silence, he broke down in tears.

    What I learned afterward left me speechless.

    The man had only a diploma in Business Administration when he got married. His wife, a successful banker, pushed him to go back to school. She supported him through a BSc, then a master’s, and finally the PhD program he was now completing.

    But just months before he would earn the title “Doctor,” his wife lost her life to breast ******.

    He was shattered. She had been his strength, his motivation, and his helper. She had even taken time off her busy banking schedule to help him share questionnaires during his research. Though she herself had only a master’s degree, she pushed her husband beyond that point, right up to the very top.

    Now here he was, defending his thesis without her beside him.

    That’s when I truly understood the kind of love that doesn’t compete, the kind of spouse who gives you wings to fly without fear of your success.

    Not everyone is lucky to have such a partner, one who celebrates your growth, fights for your dream like it’s theirs, and stands by you even when life tries to break you.

    #knowledge
    #Blessing

    Some time ago, I accompanied a friend to a conference at a hotel, where he was scheduled to meet someone. While waiting for him in the lobby area just outside one of the conference halls, I sat quietly, scrolling through my phone and minding my business. After a while, I noticed people going in and out of the hall beside me. Curiosity made me look up. A PhD defense was ongoing, I wasn’t really paying attention until I heard gentle clapping from inside the hall. Then came the turn of a middle-aged man, probably in his late 50s. He stood at the front with a soft, shaky demeanor. He spoke slowly, carefully picking his words. Every few sentences, he paused.. not for effect, but because he stuttered. Still, each time he managed to get through a point, the audience clapped.. not out of pity, but in admiration and respect. Toward the end, his voice broke. He asked everyone to kindly rise for a minute silence in honor of his wife, who had recently passed away. And in that moment of silence, he broke down in tears. What I learned afterward left me speechless. The man had only a diploma in Business Administration when he got married. His wife, a successful banker, pushed him to go back to school. She supported him through a BSc, then a master’s, and finally the PhD program he was now completing. But just months before he would earn the title “Doctor,” his wife lost her life to breast cancer. He was shattered. She had been his strength, his motivation, and his helper. She had even taken time off her busy banking schedule to help him share questionnaires during his research. Though she herself had only a master’s degree, she pushed her husband beyond that point, right up to the very top. Now here he was, defending his thesis without her beside him. That’s when I truly understood the kind of love that doesn’t compete, the kind of spouse who gives you wings to fly without fear of your success. Not everyone is lucky to have such a partner, one who celebrates your growth, fights for your dream like it’s theirs, and stands by you even when life tries to break you. #knowledge #Blessing
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  • *Life is a circle of* *CONTRIBUTIONS:*

    *I* Contribute.
    *You* Contribute.
    *We* Contribute.
    *They* Contribute
    When any party ceases to Contribute, the circle will be broken and leakages will be discovered.

    *Whatever you are enjoying today, is someone else's Contribution.*
    Whatever you are lacking today, is because someone who supposed to Contribute didn't.

    Don't be that person, who because he refuses to Contribute, causes leakages to the circle.
    *Every person on earth is here to Contribute to make the world a better place.*

    Contribution is the essence of living.
    You can Contribute anything useful.
    *You can Contribute in*
    knowledge,
    in understanding,
    in wisdom,
    in love,
    in peace,
    in resources, and
    in finances.

    *Also, you can Contribute*
    physically,
    spiritually,
    intellectually,
    financially,
    morally etc.

    When you Contribute, people will eat,
    *when people Contribute, you will eat*.

    *ASK YOURSELF*:
    What is my Contribution in that place that I am?
    *What have you Contributed to make progress?*
    What is lacking as a result of your refusal to Contribute?
    What is the way forward?

    *The answer explains the scarcity or abundance in that place.*


    *YOUR PRESENCE IS IRRELEVANT if you have nothing to Contribute.*

    Even Nature Contribute.
    - *CONTRIBUTION is the way to go*-
    * In the *Mosque/Church,*
    Contribute...
    * In your workplace, where you earn your daily living, Contribute...
    * In the school e.g. Old boys\girls.
    * Contribute...
    * In the *house,* Contribute...
    * In the market, Contribute...
    * In the *society*, Contribute...
    * In the village, Contribute...
    * In the community, Contribute...
    * In the *family,* Contribute...
    * In your street, Contribute...
    * In your Fellowship or Association Contribute.
    Wherever you find yourself, contribute for impact.
    Everywhere, try to Contribute...


    *WE ALL HAVE SOMETHING TO CONTRIBUTE:*
    Contribute in love...
    Instead of complaining,
    Contribute.
    Instead of destructive criticism,
    Contribute.
    Instead of being embittered,
    Contribute.
    Instead of watching,

    Contribution is the right use of energy...
    *Nobody destroys where he has contributed to build.*

    THE WORLD WILL BE WORTH LIVING, IF EVERYONE CONTRIBUTES MEANINGFULLY.

    *START CONTRIBUTING POSITIVELY NOW!!!*

    Start making impact from today and may God bless us all.

    Thank You!
    Comr Eze Chibuzo Jonathan
    Most Social.
    #Eze Chibuzo
    #Discipline
    #nakupenda
    *Life is a circle of* *CONTRIBUTIONS:* *I* Contribute. *You* Contribute. *We* Contribute. *They* Contribute When any party ceases to Contribute, the circle will be broken and leakages will be discovered. *Whatever you are enjoying today, is someone else's Contribution.* Whatever you are lacking today, is because someone who supposed to Contribute didn't. Don't be that person, who because he refuses to Contribute, causes leakages to the circle. *Every person on earth is here to Contribute to make the world a better place.* Contribution is the essence of living. You can Contribute anything useful. *You can Contribute in* ▪️knowledge, ▪️in understanding, ▪️in wisdom, ▪️in love, ▪️in peace, ▪️in resources, and ▪️in finances. *Also, you can Contribute* ▪️physically, ▪️spiritually, ▪️intellectually, ▪️financially, ▪️morally etc. When you Contribute, people will eat, *when people Contribute, you will eat*. *ASK YOURSELF*: What is my Contribution in that place that I am? *What have you Contributed to make progress?* What is lacking as a result of your refusal to Contribute? What is the way forward? *The answer explains the scarcity or abundance in that place.* *YOUR PRESENCE IS IRRELEVANT if you have nothing to Contribute.* Even Nature Contribute. - *CONTRIBUTION is the way to go*- * In the *Mosque/Church,* Contribute... * In your workplace, where you earn your daily living, Contribute... * In the school e.g. Old boys\girls. * Contribute... * In the *house,* Contribute... * In the market, Contribute... * In the *society*, Contribute... * In the village, Contribute... * In the community, Contribute... * In the *family,* Contribute... * In your street, Contribute... * In your Fellowship or Association Contribute. Wherever you find yourself, contribute for impact. Everywhere, try to Contribute... *WE ALL HAVE SOMETHING TO CONTRIBUTE:* Contribute in love... Instead of complaining, Contribute. Instead of destructive criticism, Contribute. Instead of being embittered, Contribute. Instead of watching, Contribution is the right use of energy... *Nobody destroys where he has contributed to build.* THE WORLD WILL BE WORTH LIVING, IF EVERYONE CONTRIBUTES MEANINGFULLY. *START CONTRIBUTING POSITIVELY NOW!!!* Start making impact from today and may God bless us all. Thank You! Comr Eze Chibuzo Jonathan Most Social. #Eze Chibuzo #Discipline #nakupenda
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  • THE IGBO ENTREPRENEURSHIP SYSTEM - The Strategy That Built Obi Cubana

    Have you ever wondered …
    How did the Igbo people rise from losing everything after the war, to becoming one of the most entrepreneurial tribes in Africa?

    Let me tell you a story.

    So After the Nigerian civil war, the Igbos were left with nothing. According to history, people who had thousands in their accounts were only given £20. Businesses destroyed. Hope shattered.

    That’s how the new system treated them; broke, broken, and abandoned.

    They didn’t sit down and complain.
    They started again.
    From scratch. From the ground up.

    That's the spirit of the Igbo Chi.

    But they didn’t do it alone.
    They used a system, one powerful principle:

    “Never Leave Your Brother.”

    If you’re selling biscuits and need to buy Lipton, you go to your brother’s shop.

    Even if his price is a bit higher ; you still buy from him. That’s how Igbos built their own economy from inside.

    They called it “Onye Aghala Nwanne Ya ” - "Don’t leave your brother behind."

    This was more than business. It was survival. It was loyalty. It was strategy.

    They built communities.
    They trained one another through apprenticeship (Igba Boi).
    They lifted each other from trenches to triumph.
    They created chains of value - and chains of trust.

    And no one represents this model today better than Obi Cubana

    He started small - one nightclub in Abuja.
    But he didn’t rise alone.
    He surrounded himself with people he empowered , and they, in turn, empowered him.

    Today, many of his “boys” are millionaires, and they’re all still connected. That’s what made his mum’s burial a historic moment
    it wasn’t about showing off, it was about community wealth.

    Now His 50th birthday was a blast.

    From Business Men to superstars to sports players they all gathered to pay homage .

    You might wondering what a popular pastor was doing at the event ?

    He is Igbo right ?

    He came to pay homage to his brother who built from scratch.

    That’s the Igbo system.
    Build. Empower. Don’t leave your brother.

    That's why Anywhere you see an Igbo person there must be a community.

    That's how the Igbos grow

    That's how they were able to bounce back and become the most proporous ethnic group in Africa

    As Obi Cubana celebrates his 50th birthday, I see more than a successful man.

    I see a case study of Igbo resilience, strategy, and communal growth.

    If you're building something today, I want you to ask yourself:

    Are you lifting others as you rise?

    Are you creating value or just chasing money?

    Are you building a system, or are you walking alone?

    Because wealth built alone is fragile. But wealth built in brotherhood is eternal.

    Obi Cubana didn’t just make money.
    He made men. He made systems. He made history.

    And that, my friend, is the secret of Igbo entrepreneurship.

    Start now to build men.

    #Utom58 #De_NextVerYou
    THE IGBO ENTREPRENEURSHIP SYSTEM - The Strategy That Built Obi Cubana Have you ever wondered … How did the Igbo people rise from losing everything after the war, to becoming one of the most entrepreneurial tribes in Africa? Let me tell you a story. So After the Nigerian civil war, the Igbos were left with nothing. According to history, people who had thousands in their accounts were only given £20. Businesses destroyed. Hope shattered. That’s how the new system treated them; broke, broken, and abandoned. They didn’t sit down and complain. They started again. From scratch. From the ground up. That's the spirit of the Igbo Chi. But they didn’t do it alone. They used a system, one powerful principle: “Never Leave Your Brother.” If you’re selling biscuits and need to buy Lipton, you go to your brother’s shop. Even if his price is a bit higher ; you still buy from him. That’s how Igbos built their own economy from inside. They called it “Onye Aghala Nwanne Ya ” - "Don’t leave your brother behind." This was more than business. It was survival. It was loyalty. It was strategy. They built communities. They trained one another through apprenticeship (Igba Boi). They lifted each other from trenches to triumph. They created chains of value - and chains of trust. And no one represents this model today better than Obi Cubana He started small - one nightclub in Abuja. But he didn’t rise alone. He surrounded himself with people he empowered , and they, in turn, empowered him. Today, many of his “boys” are millionaires, and they’re all still connected. That’s what made his mum’s burial a historic moment it wasn’t about showing off, it was about community wealth. Now His 50th birthday was a blast. From Business Men to superstars to sports players they all gathered to pay homage . You might wondering what a popular pastor was doing at the event ? He is Igbo right ? He came to pay homage to his brother who built from scratch. That’s the Igbo system. Build. Empower. Don’t leave your brother. That's why Anywhere you see an Igbo person there must be a community. That's how the Igbos grow ❤️ That's how they were able to bounce back and become the most proporous ethnic group in Africa As Obi Cubana celebrates his 50th birthday, I see more than a successful man. I see a case study of Igbo resilience, strategy, and communal growth. If you're building something today, I want you to ask yourself: Are you lifting others as you rise? Are you creating value or just chasing money? Are you building a system, or are you walking alone? Because wealth built alone is fragile. But wealth built in brotherhood is eternal. Obi Cubana didn’t just make money. He made men. He made systems. He made history. And that, my friend, is the secret of Igbo entrepreneurship. Start now to build men. #Utom58 #De_NextVerYou
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  • Hello Nakupendians.......how has your day been ...... Hope you are able to do something today that your future self will thank you for......?
    Hello Nakupendians.......how has your day been ...... Hope you are able to do something today that your future self will thank you for......?
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  • I am laughing a this administration.Democracy isn't working anymore in this part of the world.So many chalatant and misrepresentation on the government.Infact,the Country is diving into self government day by day.
    I am laughing a this administration.Democracy isn't working anymore in this part of the world.So many chalatant and misrepresentation on the government.Infact,the Country is diving into self government day by day.
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  • A bad habit never goes away by itself. It's always an undo it yourself project. Good morning all.

    #Attendance
    #favour
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    A bad habit never goes away by itself. It's always an undo it yourself project. Good morning all. #Attendance #favour Chyodm1
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  • Title: Adira and Zayd: The Flame and the Echo

    Adira had always known the forest, its whispers, and its balance. Since childhood, the trees and winds had guided her, giving her a purpose she had never questioned. She had been the Keeper of Echoes for years now, protecting the realm from the unseen chaos that sought to break its harmony. But despite the wisdom the forest had bestowed upon her, a nagging sense of something missing lingered in her heart.

    She had always wondered about her past—about her family. The village had raised her, and the elders had never spoken much of her lineage. The only thing she knew for sure was that she was bound to the forest, born during the rare lunar eclipse. But the stories she had heard spoke of one other child, one born under the same eclipse, whose fate was unknown.

    Zayd, on the other hand, had lived a life of freedom, roaming the lands without purpose or direction. He was a wanderer, a seeker of truths that didn’t exist in maps or legends. His only companions were the whispers in the wind and the journal he kept, filled with the fragments of forgotten places and ancient memories. Zayd’s life was unmarked by magic—at least, until the day he found the Ember Gate in the Ashen Wastes.

    The gate was an anomaly in the desert, a towering archway made of blackened stone, pulsing with hidden energy. Zayd had felt it before he saw it, an invisible pull that seemed to draw him closer. When his hand brushed the surface, the gate had activated, filling his vision with a city made of fire, its towers flickering like coals beneath a twilight sky. Then, the voice had come—old, aching, and full of fire.

    "You are the Flamebearer. Will you remember us?"

    Zayd didn't understand what it meant, but he felt a strange stirring within himself, like an ember reigniting after years of cold.

    It was then that the mark appeared—like a faint outline of a burning sun on his right hand. And in that moment, Zayd knew that his wandering had led him here for a reason. He wasn’t just a traveler. He was bound to something greater, something ancient.

    Back in the forest, Adira felt it too. The winds had changed, the trees had murmured a different name. It was a name she had never heard but felt in her bones: Zayd. Her heart ached as though she were being pulled in two directions at once.

    The forest had always been her guide, but now it seemed to be telling her something more. She had been born for the balance between worlds, but now, the forest whispered of another—someone who shared her blood, someone who was her counterpart.

    Adira stood at the edge of the forest, feeling the pull of destiny. The balance between realms was shifting, and she could feel a new presence on the horizon—someone who, like her, was touched by magic.


    ---

    Their Meeting:

    Zayd’s journey brought him to the outskirts of the village. The wind carried with it a familiar scent, something that reminded him of the fire that had burned within him since the day of the Ember Gate. As he walked toward the forest, the trees seemed to part for him, guiding him deeper into their embrace.

    And then he saw her—Adira, standing like a figure made of the forest itself. Her hair, wild and dark as the roots of the trees, moved with the wind as if it were alive. Her eyes, though filled with a deep wisdom, held something else—a recognition, a knowing.

    "You..." Zayd whispered, stepping forward.

    Adira’s heart skipped a beat. She had never seen him before, yet she knew him. The forest had told her of him. He was her brother, her younger brother , born under the same eclipse. The Flamebearer. The one who would help restore balance.

    "You’re not a dream," she said softly. "You’re real."

    Zayd smiled faintly. "I was wondering when we’d meet."

    The world around them seemed to hold its breath as if the very earth had been waiting for this moment. Adira stepped closer, her hand instinctively reaching out, and Zayd did the same. The moment their hands touched, the air hummed with energy, like two forces coming together to complete something long lost.

    "Fate brought us together," Adira said, her voice steady with newfound certainty. "We are the balance—fire and earth, flame and echo."

    Zayd nodded, his hand still resting in hers. "The Ember Gate opened for me. It told me I was the Flamebearer. But you... you were the one it called to, weren’t you?"

    Adira nodded. "The forest has always called me. But now, it calls to us both."

    Together, they were more than they could ever be alone. The balance was shifting, and with it, the fate of the world rested on their shoulders. They were siblings born of fire and forest, and together, they would protect both.


    ---



    Title: Adira and Zayd: The Flame and the Echo Adira had always known the forest, its whispers, and its balance. Since childhood, the trees and winds had guided her, giving her a purpose she had never questioned. She had been the Keeper of Echoes for years now, protecting the realm from the unseen chaos that sought to break its harmony. But despite the wisdom the forest had bestowed upon her, a nagging sense of something missing lingered in her heart. She had always wondered about her past—about her family. The village had raised her, and the elders had never spoken much of her lineage. The only thing she knew for sure was that she was bound to the forest, born during the rare lunar eclipse. But the stories she had heard spoke of one other child, one born under the same eclipse, whose fate was unknown. Zayd, on the other hand, had lived a life of freedom, roaming the lands without purpose or direction. He was a wanderer, a seeker of truths that didn’t exist in maps or legends. His only companions were the whispers in the wind and the journal he kept, filled with the fragments of forgotten places and ancient memories. Zayd’s life was unmarked by magic—at least, until the day he found the Ember Gate in the Ashen Wastes. The gate was an anomaly in the desert, a towering archway made of blackened stone, pulsing with hidden energy. Zayd had felt it before he saw it, an invisible pull that seemed to draw him closer. When his hand brushed the surface, the gate had activated, filling his vision with a city made of fire, its towers flickering like coals beneath a twilight sky. Then, the voice had come—old, aching, and full of fire. "You are the Flamebearer. Will you remember us?" Zayd didn't understand what it meant, but he felt a strange stirring within himself, like an ember reigniting after years of cold. It was then that the mark appeared—like a faint outline of a burning sun on his right hand. And in that moment, Zayd knew that his wandering had led him here for a reason. He wasn’t just a traveler. He was bound to something greater, something ancient. Back in the forest, Adira felt it too. The winds had changed, the trees had murmured a different name. It was a name she had never heard but felt in her bones: Zayd. Her heart ached as though she were being pulled in two directions at once. The forest had always been her guide, but now it seemed to be telling her something more. She had been born for the balance between worlds, but now, the forest whispered of another—someone who shared her blood, someone who was her counterpart. Adira stood at the edge of the forest, feeling the pull of destiny. The balance between realms was shifting, and she could feel a new presence on the horizon—someone who, like her, was touched by magic. --- Their Meeting: Zayd’s journey brought him to the outskirts of the village. The wind carried with it a familiar scent, something that reminded him of the fire that had burned within him since the day of the Ember Gate. As he walked toward the forest, the trees seemed to part for him, guiding him deeper into their embrace. And then he saw her—Adira, standing like a figure made of the forest itself. Her hair, wild and dark as the roots of the trees, moved with the wind as if it were alive. Her eyes, though filled with a deep wisdom, held something else—a recognition, a knowing. "You..." Zayd whispered, stepping forward. Adira’s heart skipped a beat. She had never seen him before, yet she knew him. The forest had told her of him. He was her brother, her younger brother , born under the same eclipse. The Flamebearer. The one who would help restore balance. "You’re not a dream," she said softly. "You’re real." Zayd smiled faintly. "I was wondering when we’d meet." The world around them seemed to hold its breath as if the very earth had been waiting for this moment. Adira stepped closer, her hand instinctively reaching out, and Zayd did the same. The moment their hands touched, the air hummed with energy, like two forces coming together to complete something long lost. "Fate brought us together," Adira said, her voice steady with newfound certainty. "We are the balance—fire and earth, flame and echo." Zayd nodded, his hand still resting in hers. "The Ember Gate opened for me. It told me I was the Flamebearer. But you... you were the one it called to, weren’t you?" Adira nodded. "The forest has always called me. But now, it calls to us both." Together, they were more than they could ever be alone. The balance was shifting, and with it, the fate of the world rested on their shoulders. They were siblings born of fire and forest, and together, they would protect both. ---
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  • *THIS IS LIFE*
    You arrived naked, you will pass out naked.
    You arrived without goods or money, you will pass out without goods or money.
    Your first bath?, someone has washed you, your last bath?, someone will wash you.
    Why so much *malice* ?
    Why so much *hate* ?
    Why so much *envy* ?
    Why so much *spite* ?
    Why so much *resentiment* ?
    Why so much backbite?
    Why so much jealousy?
    Why so much selfishness?
    Let's be good to each other.
    Let's do the right things.
    This earth is market, we are all going back home.
    We have limited time on earth.
    DO NOT WASTE YOUR TIME ON USELESS THINGS.

    ALSO USE UR TIME TO INVITE UR PEOPLE TO JOIN NAKUPENDA
    #happiness
    #AWESOMEGOD
    *THIS IS LIFE* You arrived naked, you will pass out naked. You arrived without goods or money, you will pass out without goods or money. Your first bath?, someone has washed you, your last bath?, someone will wash you. Why so much *malice* ? Why so much *hate* ? Why so much *envy* ? Why so much *spite* ? Why so much *resentiment* ? Why so much backbite? Why so much jealousy? Why so much selfishness? Let's be good to each other. Let's do the right things. This earth is market, we are all going back home. We have limited time on earth. DO NOT WASTE YOUR TIME ON USELESS THINGS. ALSO USE UR TIME TO INVITE UR PEOPLE TO JOIN NAKUPENDA 🥰 #happiness #AWESOMEGOD
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  • #Selflove
    #grateful
    #PeaceOfMind
    #Selflove #grateful #PeaceOfMind
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  • PUNCH Newspaper

    *The unseen crisis facing Nigerian men (moment Otunba Kunle Akinyele collapsed)*

    *Message not just for Men alone, but for everyone*

    5th May 2025.

    Ganiyu Olowu


    *When Otunba Kunle Akinyele, a respected hotelier in Lagos, slumped and died at his wife’s 60th birthday thanksgiving, the nation gasped in disbelief. One moment, he was celebrating life and love; the next, he lay lifeless at the altar of joy*. The video is haunting — *a man gesturing, gasping, reaching for help in a sacred space, surrounded by those he loved but alone in his final battle.*

    This was not just a death. It was a metaphor of silent suffering, buried exhaustion, and what men have come to normalise in the name of strength.

    Akinyele’s case is not isolated. It is one of many chilling examples of how Nigerian men, particularly in their mid- to late years, are collapsing under the weight of responsibilities, unspoken pain, and undiagnosed illnesses.

    According to the World Health Organisation, men in sub-Saharan Africa, including Nigeria, are 2.4 times more likely to die prematurely from preventable causes than women. This alarming disparity is fuelled by cultural and behavioural factors: men are less likely to seek medical help, more likely to suppress emotional turmoil, and often glorify suffering in silence. In Nigeria, cardiovascular diseases, hypertension, and untreated mental health conditions are among the leading causes of sudden deaths in men.

    So This Happened (215) Reviews Death Of Lagos...

    In 2019, Pastor Taiwo Odukoya—admired for his strength and spiritual leadership—passed away quietly after years of enduring deep emotional losses and reportedly ongoing health complications. His resilience was legendary, but it masked what many now see as untreated grief, intense stress, and likely silent medical conditions.

    Then came the sudden death of veteran broadcaster Ayo Oduleye, better known as MC Loyo, who slumped while compering an event in Ibadan. His charm and humour lit up stages, but in the blink of an eye, the microphone fell silent. Just like that.

    Similarly, the passing of Mr Ibu (John Okafor) in early 2024, after months of battling illness, reminded the country of how many male entertainers struggle financially and physically behind the scenes, putting on a show while their bodies deteriorate.

    Masculinity, when warped, can become a silent weapon—not just against others, but against oneself.

    *ENDEAVOUR TO TAKE GOOD REST PLEASE*

    Globally, the story remains the same. In 2014, beloved comedian Robin Williams died by suicide, a victim of masked depression. And in 2022, cricket legend Shane Warne died suddenly of a heart attack, a casualty of silent coronary disease and an overstretched lifestyle.

    Yet while statistics shock and headlines haunt, the everyday grind of the average Nigerian man tells an even sadder tale.

    Take Lagos, Nigeria’s commercial capital—the city that never sleeps, and where many men now barely do. A significant number of working-class men reside on the mainland or in Ogun border towns like Mowe, Ikorodu, Sango Ota, or Ibafo but must commute to the Island for work—a journey that often begins by 4:00 a.m. and ends by 9:00 p.m. on return.

    This is no exaggeration. Studies from the Lagos Metropolitan Area Transport Authority reveal that Lagosians spend an average of four to six hours daily in traffic—with many men doing these five to six times a week. That is over 1,400 hours a year lost in gridlock—time stolen from rest, from family, from reflection.

    For these men, the day begins before the rooster crows. They rush into overcrowded buses, endure fumes of frustration, only to return home when their children are already asleep. There is no room for hobbies, hardly any time for checkups, no outlet for pain. Sleep is a luxury. Rest is a myth. And joy is rationed, like fuel in a scarcity season.

    This modern man is constantly running on empty—physically present but emotionally absent, financially committed but spiritually depleted. And society applauds his hustle, without asking at what cost.

    The idiom says, “Heavy is the head that wears the crown,” but what if the crown is invisible, made not of gold but of expectations, bills, unspoken grief, and sacrificial silence?

    Men are praised for providing, for showing up, for being “rocks”. But even rocks erode—silently, slowly, and then all at once. The greatest tragedy is not that they die, but that they are dying unseen.

    Consider the tragic case of a 42 year old engineer in Port Harcourt who collapsed at his workstation after weeks of working overtime to meet project deadlines. His colleagues described him as “dedicated to a fault”, but his sudden death revealed the dangers of ignoring signs of burnout and hypertension.

    Another heartbreaking example is the story of a young entrepreneur in Enugu who passed away in his sleep after complaining of chest pains for weeks. Despite his family’s pleas, he refused to visit a doctor, citing his busy schedule and financial obligations. His autopsy later revealed undiagnosed cardiovascular disease—a silent killer that could have been managed with timely intervention.

    One unforgettable story is that of Samuel Okwaraji, the gifted footballer and patriot who gave everything to his country on the football pitch. In 1989, during a World Cup qualifier against Angola in Lagos, Okwaraji collapsed and tragically died of congestive heart failure at just 25 years old. His life, so full of promises, was cut short under the intense demands of national expectation. The harsh conditions of the game that day, combined with the immense physical and psychological pressures he faced, ultimately proved too much.

    These stories compel us to ask: What are we doing to ourselves in the name of strength? Why does the world celebrate silent suffering but frown upon seeking help?

    Dr Salawu Abiola, a psychiatrist at the Federal Neuro Psychiatric Hospital in Yaba, offers critical advice for men navigating these pressures. He emphasises the importance of prioritising rest, adequate sleep, and regular health checkups. “If you work and die today, someone will replace you at the workplace, but no one replaces you in the family,” he warns.

    Abiola advocates setting realistic goals, managing time effectively, and creating moments of joy and relaxation amid life’s challenges. He also highlights the need for men to engage in positive activities, such as exercise, hobbies, and socialising with supportive people, to release built-up tension and foster mental well-being.

    Check your vitals before you check your wallet. Monthly profit means nothing if your heart gives out unexpectedly. Your strength is not in how much you carry but in how well you manage your load. Therapy is not weakness. It is a repair. Just like a car needs servicing, your mind and soul need realignment.

    Build relationships where you are more than a provider—where you are allowed to cry, collapse, confess. A good name is better than riches, but good health is the foundation of both.

    As Chinua Achebe once said, “When the drumbeat changes, the dance must also change.” The drumbeat of life today is faster, louder, and less forgiving. Men must adjust their rhythm. Health is the new wealth. Silence is no longer golden; it is dangerous.

    *Ganiyu Olowu, a public affairs analyst, writes from Lagos*.



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    PUNCH Newspaper *The unseen crisis facing Nigerian men (moment Otunba Kunle Akinyele collapsed)* *Message not just for Men alone, but for everyone* 5th May 2025. Ganiyu Olowu *When Otunba Kunle Akinyele, a respected hotelier in Lagos, slumped and died at his wife’s 60th birthday thanksgiving, the nation gasped in disbelief. One moment, he was celebrating life and love; the next, he lay lifeless at the altar of joy*. The video is haunting — *a man gesturing, gasping, reaching for help in a sacred space, surrounded by those he loved but alone in his final battle.* This was not just a death. It was a metaphor of silent suffering, buried exhaustion, and what men have come to normalise in the name of strength. Akinyele’s case is not isolated. It is one of many chilling examples of how Nigerian men, particularly in their mid- to late years, are collapsing under the weight of responsibilities, unspoken pain, and undiagnosed illnesses. According to the World Health Organisation, men in sub-Saharan Africa, including Nigeria, are 2.4 times more likely to die prematurely from preventable causes than women. This alarming disparity is fuelled by cultural and behavioural factors: men are less likely to seek medical help, more likely to suppress emotional turmoil, and often glorify suffering in silence. In Nigeria, cardiovascular diseases, hypertension, and untreated mental health conditions are among the leading causes of sudden deaths in men. So This Happened (215) Reviews Death Of Lagos... In 2019, Pastor Taiwo Odukoya—admired for his strength and spiritual leadership—passed away quietly after years of enduring deep emotional losses and reportedly ongoing health complications. His resilience was legendary, but it masked what many now see as untreated grief, intense stress, and likely silent medical conditions. Then came the sudden death of veteran broadcaster Ayo Oduleye, better known as MC Loyo, who slumped while compering an event in Ibadan. His charm and humour lit up stages, but in the blink of an eye, the microphone fell silent. Just like that. Similarly, the passing of Mr Ibu (John Okafor) in early 2024, after months of battling illness, reminded the country of how many male entertainers struggle financially and physically behind the scenes, putting on a show while their bodies deteriorate. Masculinity, when warped, can become a silent weapon—not just against others, but against oneself. *ENDEAVOUR TO TAKE GOOD REST PLEASE* Globally, the story remains the same. In 2014, beloved comedian Robin Williams died by suicide, a victim of masked depression. And in 2022, cricket legend Shane Warne died suddenly of a heart attack, a casualty of silent coronary disease and an overstretched lifestyle. Yet while statistics shock and headlines haunt, the everyday grind of the average Nigerian man tells an even sadder tale. Take Lagos, Nigeria’s commercial capital—the city that never sleeps, and where many men now barely do. A significant number of working-class men reside on the mainland or in Ogun border towns like Mowe, Ikorodu, Sango Ota, or Ibafo but must commute to the Island for work—a journey that often begins by 4:00 a.m. and ends by 9:00 p.m. on return. This is no exaggeration. Studies from the Lagos Metropolitan Area Transport Authority reveal that Lagosians spend an average of four to six hours daily in traffic—with many men doing these five to six times a week. That is over 1,400 hours a year lost in gridlock—time stolen from rest, from family, from reflection. For these men, the day begins before the rooster crows. They rush into overcrowded buses, endure fumes of frustration, only to return home when their children are already asleep. There is no room for hobbies, hardly any time for checkups, no outlet for pain. Sleep is a luxury. Rest is a myth. And joy is rationed, like fuel in a scarcity season. This modern man is constantly running on empty—physically present but emotionally absent, financially committed but spiritually depleted. And society applauds his hustle, without asking at what cost. The idiom says, “Heavy is the head that wears the crown,” but what if the crown is invisible, made not of gold but of expectations, bills, unspoken grief, and sacrificial silence? Men are praised for providing, for showing up, for being “rocks”. But even rocks erode—silently, slowly, and then all at once. The greatest tragedy is not that they die, but that they are dying unseen. Consider the tragic case of a 42 year old engineer in Port Harcourt who collapsed at his workstation after weeks of working overtime to meet project deadlines. His colleagues described him as “dedicated to a fault”, but his sudden death revealed the dangers of ignoring signs of burnout and hypertension. Another heartbreaking example is the story of a young entrepreneur in Enugu who passed away in his sleep after complaining of chest pains for weeks. Despite his family’s pleas, he refused to visit a doctor, citing his busy schedule and financial obligations. His autopsy later revealed undiagnosed cardiovascular disease—a silent killer that could have been managed with timely intervention. One unforgettable story is that of Samuel Okwaraji, the gifted footballer and patriot who gave everything to his country on the football pitch. In 1989, during a World Cup qualifier against Angola in Lagos, Okwaraji collapsed and tragically died of congestive heart failure at just 25 years old. His life, so full of promises, was cut short under the intense demands of national expectation. The harsh conditions of the game that day, combined with the immense physical and psychological pressures he faced, ultimately proved too much. These stories compel us to ask: What are we doing to ourselves in the name of strength? Why does the world celebrate silent suffering but frown upon seeking help? Dr Salawu Abiola, a psychiatrist at the Federal Neuro Psychiatric Hospital in Yaba, offers critical advice for men navigating these pressures. He emphasises the importance of prioritising rest, adequate sleep, and regular health checkups. “If you work and die today, someone will replace you at the workplace, but no one replaces you in the family,” he warns. Abiola advocates setting realistic goals, managing time effectively, and creating moments of joy and relaxation amid life’s challenges. He also highlights the need for men to engage in positive activities, such as exercise, hobbies, and socialising with supportive people, to release built-up tension and foster mental well-being. Check your vitals before you check your wallet. Monthly profit means nothing if your heart gives out unexpectedly. Your strength is not in how much you carry but in how well you manage your load. Therapy is not weakness. It is a repair. Just like a car needs servicing, your mind and soul need realignment. Build relationships where you are more than a provider—where you are allowed to cry, collapse, confess. A good name is better than riches, but good health is the foundation of both. As Chinua Achebe once said, “When the drumbeat changes, the dance must also change.” The drumbeat of life today is faster, louder, and less forgiving. Men must adjust their rhythm. Health is the new wealth. Silence is no longer golden; it is dangerous. *Ganiyu Olowu, a public affairs analyst, writes from Lagos*. punchng.com ©️ 1971- 2025 Punch Nigeria Limited *MAY WE ALL LIVE LONG IN JESUS NAME* 🙏 CULLED #olufaderomi #grace
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