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I didn’t need money. I needed access.
I once needed the help of an influential man for a job opportunity. I was introduced to him, but he had travelled. His PA asked me to come back another day.
I returned, hopeful, but I was denied access because I had no appointment. No one could share his contact, and even the secretary pretended not to know me.
I waited from 3pm till 9pm, hoping to see him after Ishai. I was tired, but I didn’t give up.
When he finally came out, I knelt and said, “Sir, I don’t need money. I just need your influence to help me get a job.”
He said it was too late and asked me to book an appointment.
That day taught me something powerful Influence opens doors money cannot.
I also won’t forget the kindness of the gateman and driver who tried to help me.
Sometimes, strangers become part of your story,either as help or lesson.
It’s a new week. Build influence. Value connections. Don’t give up.

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Sleeping after sahur before going to work is necessary. That sleep is a therapy on its own.
Early mornings during Ramadan feel different everywhere — calm, soft, and peaceful. The streets are quieter, the breeze feels gentler, and everything moves slowly, as if the world itself is resting after sahur. 🌙✨
There’s something special about that Ramadan morning silence.
But let’s talk about the reality — how do you regain your lost sleep during the day?
Do you sleep before going to work, after work, or try to catch a little nap at work?
What works best for you during Ramadan?

I was walking through the route of Ilorin’s oldest market, Oja-Oba, this afternoon when I saw people heading for a traditional program. Men riding horses in full regalia, a ceremonial regiment, titles being conferred — a celebration worthy of history.
What is a cultural event in Ilorin without the horses and this royal attire?
This is our history. This is our past. This is our heritage.
I captured a piece of that beautiful moment. 🤍✨