Sorry to all who will skip this.If God is with you, please don’t miss this passage of God’s words.
The Bible says, “He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in Him will I trust” (Psalm 91:2).
God said: “Be quiet within Me, for I am your God, your only Redeemer. You must quiet your hearts at all times and live within Me; I am your rock, your buttress. Have no other mind, but rely on Me with your whole heart and I will certainly appear to you—I am your God!”

Zenith Bank's CEO, Adaora Umeoji, spent about N3.3 billion to purchase 68.8 million units of Zenith Bank, according to the bank's disclosure today on the floor of the Nigerian Stock Exchange.

Before her recent investment, she owned about 90.2 million shares of Zenith Bank, with an additional 1.7 million indirect units, all worth N4.32 billion.

For Adaora, this move is more than an investment; it is a vote in the future of the bank that she leads as the CEO, a bank that she joined as a corper in 1998.

She was the highest-paid employee in the Nigerian banking industry for the year 2024.

She earned N874 million in 2024. So, she makes money from both ways in Zenith Bank, her income from the salary the bank pays her and her dividend earnings from her investment and the shares she has in the bank.

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Nigeria has happened to Peter Obi and his brother in Lagos .

Peter Obi wrote -

Any society where lawlessness overrides the rule of law is not destined to be a haven for investors. Recent reports showing that Nigeria’s human rights indicators have worsened merely highlight severe shortfalls in government protection for civil liberties, personal security, and basic living standards.

I know what I have been going through as a person in abuse of my human rights just because I contested a Presidential election which I have legitimate rights to do. So I imagine what small business owners, regular citizens, and vulnerable communities face every day. If this level of lawlessness can happen to someone with a registered company and legitimate means, what hope does the ordinary Nigerian have?

This morning, my youngest brother called me frantically, informing me that a group of people had invaded his company property in Ikeja, Lagos, and were demolishing the building. He had just come in from Port Harcourt and was denied entry to the property by security men who told him the building was being pulled down. They even informed him that this demolition had started over the weekend. As a peace-loving Nigerian, he quickly started processing to go to court immediately, not knowing what must have resulted in this, as they moved fast to destroy his home without any restraint.

I rushed to Lagos from Abuja after the call this morning and headed straight to the property. On arrival, I was met by security people who tried to bar me from entering the property. I humbly pleaded with them that the property belonged to my brother’s company, and from the records, the company had owned the property for over a decade. They told me they had a court judgment, and I immediately requested it. You would not believe that the court judgment they claim was issued against an unknown person, and squatters. I went further to ask about a demolition order or permit, and there was none.

How do you sue an unknown person? How does a court issue a judgment in such a farce of a case? No one was served. No name was written. Yet they showed up with excavators and began destroying a structure that had stood for over 15 years.

I immediately asked the excavators for the person who had sent them, and they said they didn’t know anyone, but they were only informed to come and demolish the house. I immediately told them to tell whoever it is that I would like to speak with them, if they can call my number, which I shared with the excavators, so that I can speak with whomever gave them the order to demolish the property.
I stood there from 10am to 2pm, waiting to get a call at least and nobody called or came. The contractor even said he didn’t know who sent him. Two men later came and said they would like us to go to a police station. I asked if they even had a demolition order but they had nothing. The whole situation screamed of coordinated lawlessness and impunity. Our country has become lawless.

I just started reminiscing about how just over the weekend, I had a meeting when someone told me how he has investments in Ghana, Senegal, and the Benin Republic, but won’t touch Nigeria despite his market being here. I asked him why. His answer was piercing: “Nigeria is a lawless country. Until we have laws that protect people, nobody will invest in Nigeria.”

I am just shocked. How did Nigeria get to this level of lawlessness?
What kind of country are we trying to build when the rights of citizens, their lives, their properties, and their voices are trampled upon daily?

I remain committed to a better Nigeria where lawlessness will be a thing of the past, protection of life and property, respect for human rights, care for the less privileged, and basic education for all children.

A new Nigeria is POssible. -PO

HOW I “FAILED” AN INTERVIEW I PASSED WITH 100%

Back then in my early teaching days, I used to attend job interviews in August just for fun — especially if they had maths exams. I loved it! Give me a maths question, and my brain will start dancing.

So in August 2017, I went to one big school in GRA, Onitsha, Anambra State. I won’t mention the name of the school. The school owner? My brother, that man na another topic! Huge, dark, fierce, and very scary. Even his staff dey shake when he passes.

We were many maths teachers that came for the interview. They gave us maths, English, and general knowledge exams. As a correct maths guru, I smashed that paper like JAMB I’ve done 4 times before. I was so sure I got everything correct — like 100% or even extra .

Later that day, I got a message:
“Come tomorrow by 7AM for micro-teaching.”

I smiled. If you want to see me shine, just give me micro-teaching. I don’t just teach — I act it like drama. I went the next morning, taught like I was on stage, and impressed everybody. Even the walls were clapping.

After the micro-teaching, they told me:
“Come tomorrow again by 7AM for final documentation. Come with your certificates.”

Next day, I got there by 7:10 AM.

Pr0blem.

Gateman said,
“Oga, you’re late. Go home.”

I said,
“But I’m not your staff yet na!”

He no gree. I pressed small, and one headteacher came. She said:
“Just go home and come back tomorrow by 7AM. That’s how we do things here.”

I smiled. In my mind I said,
“Come back for what? This job I no even wan collect sef.”

Truth is, I was comfortable where I was. I was just going around those days for fun. Plenty time dey my hand that year — childish behavior. I don’t even do that again.

Next day by 12 noon, they called:
“We didn’t see you again!”

I said:
“Ah, I woke up by 8AM, and your time don pass.”

They called again and even texted:
“You can come tomorrow anytime you like.”

I laughed, then replied:
“I’ve gotten somewhere else.”

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