These Ones Also Have Daughters.

Source: @ogundamisi

Source: @ogundamisi

I went to Sun Newspapers last week in company of fellow citizens touched by the plight of missing Chibok girls. At the entrance, I saw two middle aged men bring a press release with the title “Contest or Go To Exile“. This is a threat to the President to ensure that he puts his name on the 2015 ballot.

How thankful should we be that our portion is not of those who are perpetually ‘youths’ even at 40 and are sweating in sun pressuring a candidate to run? I mean I will be 29 in the next few days and I am not into that fold of those who come with this beggarly attitude of waiting for the ‘transport fare’ of the politician. From NANS endorsing the President as Grand Commander of Students and to mothers screaming #BringBackJonathan2015, it is clear that we have a different kind of people in this space.

Just imagine that over 8,000 groups are rooting for the re-election of President Jonathan and also the Transformation Agenda of Nigeria have collected 1.6m signatures to convince the President to contest for 2015 polls. When you look at this demography, it is plain that they are mostly youths. These are young people, the present and our tomorrow. This is the new business in town as Stella Oduah was well rewarded after the Neighbour-to-Neighbour campaign. Ifeanyi Ubah is on the same path with TAN. Who knows if its an oil mining licence, ministerial appointment or chairmanship of a board? He will get something back from the public trough, the people pays for this.

 Peer at critical mass that vote in elections and you can see them in National jerseys branded with TAN lighting up the stadium like a crusade. For a N5,000 payout, they won’t mind standing in the sun.

Source: Paradigm Newspapers NG

Source: Paradigm Newspapers NG

 This is the new bane of our democracy – an unsophisticated electorate. We have electorate not pushing issue-based agenda but interested in the ethnic dynamics that a thieving elites has propounded. We have mothers who are not interested in asking questions about missing 219 girls but with double wrappers sit out and make mockery of a hashtag at the same venue where citizens demand for government to stand up to its responsibility. It comes with my recurring question. What is the value construct of most Nigerians?

A Tweet by @elnathan showing priorities of Nigerians

A Tweet by @elnathan showing priorities of Nigerians


With a country ridden with poverty, it is so easy to gather people into a square and put a price tag on them. These are the issues that make transparency and accountability difficult in this space. Everytime you raise a voice, an unschooled electorate thinks you are of the opposition. They feel you are waiting for your turn to ‘eat’ despite you not being hungry.

That’s why politicians find it easy to bring a sense of servitude to unschooled electorate. They are only responding to the demand factors that reeks of a cheap electorate. In the mind of a politician, this is what are I hear:

“Let those who gave us power, now worship us. We give them crumbs and ask them to chant our names. Lets break their voices to ask questions because they want to be like us”

The day we have our critical mass getting it that the elected official is a Public Servant, I mean every word SERVANT. That an elected official is hired to manage public resources and derives his legitimacy from the people, then we have changed the narrative. But will poverty, ethnicity and a perverse sense of dignity allow us? Those are the  key factors that discount our progress. We can’t afford to dry our tears.



Sweetie, Lets Relive Europe

Where do we start this journey? If we start from the ages, where everything was without form, we realize that we are placeholders in the long span of this terminal universe. If we truly have to begin, to see Europe, in the previous length of 200 years, we should start from Greece, the cradle of Western Enlightenment, where democracy was carved out. We should see the ruins of Athens and how vulgarity paled her into the present, holding on to life support of Germany.

We should transit to see Berlin and hear marching sounds of the Prussia and behold the horrific remnant images of the holocaust, the ruins of the World Wars and also the crumbling pieces of the Iron Curtain. We should have that kiss, the new kiss of freedom seen around the world.

In Vienna, we relieve the antique of the Austro-Hungarian Empire, now cut in chunk of states deciding their destinies. We should not forget Gavrilo Princip in Sarajevo of Serbia, the villain who sparked the war by assassinating Archduke Ferdinand. We should stand where he stood and marvel how the rolls of the tanks roared after those shots.

 We should go France – Paris and Normandy –  and see Le Louvre, Eiffel Tower and its signature of its classic past. At Normandy, we should peer at the brave soldiers who smoked their blood in the hail of gunfire. We should kiss their tombs and listen to their chuckles dipped in freedom.

We should go the Poland to see the horrors of Auschwitz and how the beast in man raged so loudly. We should gaze at Constantinople of the Ottoman Empire and its reign that reached the Mediterranean Sea. Dearie, we will take sights on Brussels right from the footprint of King Leopold to the administrative center of ailing Europe. We should never forget the beast of the East and leap to St Petersburg and relive the October Revolution – how the Lenin rolled the tanks in Winter.

 We should fly to Moscow, sober at the fiefdom of Stalin, behold the paragon of modern belligerence and adore the Red Square from where Yeltsin winked at the rolling tanks.

We should see good old shopkeeping London, and ask how this island once controlled two-thirds of the earth. Lets find the steamy coal plants of Newcastle, the cotton-loading ports of Liverpool, the royal palaces of WestMinster shining across Thames and the abiding legacy of Rothschilds. Lets ask the cyclists of Amsterdam how the ancient finance left their floors to the glassy walls of the Swiss.

 We have seen everything but we have not seen Europe. What’s being in Europe without seeing Rome, Milan, Turin, Florence and Venice. We have not seen the obscene creativity that litter the streets of Rome and the enduring magnificence of Michaengelo and Leonardo Da Vinci. We should not miss Barcelona, we have something to learn from the Catalans and their forlorn dream of separation.

It is time to go home dearie, back to Africa, but we should feel some breeze and where else if it’s not in the playground of the rich – Monaco.

Maybe down the road, this our sojourn is an opening chapter of a book to come.

First Term Governors: 4 Things to Note

RaufThis post is part of an interrogation from within and views are subject to change with a superior argument. Actually, it is not linked to my firm principles but only a conversation with current reality. 

Recently, I have been ruminating on what kind of leadership thrives here. I am still thinking about it and I assume only a mix of populist and visionary leadership can actually work.   Nigerian voters are not that sophisticated to stay on policy issues and if politician arrives with a grand plan typical of one bred in the West, it will be shocking that nothing will be achieved. A politician has 2.5 years to work. The first six months to settle down and the last one year to prepare for another election.

Here are some of my recent thoughts though with frail conviction on how to be Governor that wins the second term in Nigeria. The only person I think may disrupt this formula is Governor Ibikunle Amosun who applies reverse approach that will ‘bully’ voters to vote him in 2015. He has made a ‘wreck’ of the state in pulling down structures and at that grand scale, I doubt if the electorate will take chances to replace him. Here are quick four steps:

1. Forget FAAC, Go & borrow: The reality is that if you are not in Lagos, Kano nor in the Niger Delta with a bucket of derivation funds, you will hardly impress anyone in four years. There are salaries, pensions, government overheads, existing debt service payments to be paid and when a Governor makes all that payments, you might have less that N500m left. Grand scale thinking on improving IGR is a medium term approach and don’t forget that you have just 2.5 years to rule. So find quality projects that can dazzle the public – roads, schools, hospitals – and borrow against it. No one remembers that Aregbesola in three years raised N11.4bn bonds to build model schools nor Jonathan regime has doubled national debt using borrowed funds to refurbish airports, Abuja-Kaduna rail, raise counterpart funding Lagos-Ibadan Expressway and 2nd Niger Bridge. They will sing your praises, you are really performing. The data is obscure to most people. Oyo State has been planning N30bn bond for two years, looks like they wont wake up.

2. Let the people ‘eat’: Don’t be too elitist and remember that N10,000 monthly wage has a cascade effect on the society. Look at Aregbesola, he was ‘A’ at his populism game which is not a bad tag, he is only responding to his environment. He did OYES, set up a mass sewing school that employs at least 3,000 people, gave free school uniform and free daily meal to pupils. Mimiko has used the Abiye programme to endear himself to the Ondo people. PDP also in that mode has SURE-P alerts for the most vulnerable and agric subsidies for the farmers. It’s nice that you are building roads, schools, hospitals but the self-interest in quantitative terms that people can latch on or aspire to also matters.

 3. Beware of Civil Servants: The context matters but don’t play with civil servants especially if they are a power bloc in a state. In most societies they are the enlightened few and grassroots seek aspiration with them. If a politician wants to reform the civil service, wait till the next term. If there are bad old teachers, send them on a training to improve them but have tighter controls on the new recruits. Small raises such a leave bonus, 13th month, have workers’ solidarity rallies, you need them on your side.

4. Religion & Traditional Institutions: Never tamper with these institutions, it raises a whole of emotions. Don’t touch traditional rotation structure nor come close to being labeled an extremist on the divide. Dont descreate religious institutions, remember Ohakim. It could be the single reason why a politician is going down.

 In all, be a noisemaker. Make sure everything you do is amplified and your party members don’t stop singing your praises. Make sure you consider your perception at all time because half-truths become the reality. Don’t listen only to those you employed as your assistants so often, soar and hear from the streets to always tweak your perception.  No matter what you will still have to campaign hard.A comeback is never easy.

Chibok Girls: Two Nights and 110 Days


It was a night. It was in 2006, sometimes in March. It was close to 11:45pm and I was cracking jokes with friends. There is a stocky woman who sold food on Awoyokun Street. She sets her wares around 11:30pm, mostly for the tired bus conductors. Most times I go there for a late night meal before I finally go to sleep. I love dinners a lot. I thought without eating one, it’s an sign of poverty. While we argued on football on the whispering night ready for that short walk to the roadside restaurant, I heard a voice.

“Seun nnnnnnnnn”

It was my father calling. He spoke only once. Once was enough. It was of a man soaked of in tears within but controlling the outpour. My soft-spoken father never called me that way. He spoke so loud only in cases my disobedience reached the brim.

My sibling was yet at home and the clock raced toward midnight. We sat in the room on bended heads. Phones rang from Lagos to Ibadan, where my mum and other siblings lived. No one, no single soul could sleep that night. With my suspended head, I dozed off waiting for dawn as he got ready waiting tirelessly for the clock to complete every hour.

Before Lagos woke from its deep slumber, he was on that first bus to Ibadan. The next morning I was to take a test with Phillips for my internship. My Dad encouraged me to go. It was with mixed feeling and an unclear head. My sibling walked back to the house in the morning. What a night – of tarnished souls full of dread and imaginations of any possibility.


The next scenario was while in the University. My lovely mum with endless ocean of care, heard we just had a riot a in school. She learnt it was ‘bloody’ with soldiers shooting rapidly. She was always suspicious of my activism but she never knew I was so deep into  it, that I aimed to contest for Student Union President.

She left Ibadan to find our where I was. She came to Abeokuta. She asked where I was yet no one to tell. My neighbours knew I was in my engineering compatriots’ house in Eleweran but no one knew the exact address. It was an epileptic phone with tall straight receiver but with low power to receive signals. That night, my mum slept in my room. For my Mum, that night, walls turned to fences, fences to gates and gates into borders. She could not sleep still not convinced of my location. I came home that day by noon only to hear the tale of her misery. I called her and left for Ibadan immediately. She had no cool words for agony I put her through. She had no cool words till dusk.


On two occasions, my parents doubted where my sibling or I was. It was nothing to delight about. Imagine those without their daughter for 110 days. Those who have been caked in dusty swirl of hope waiting for when they will feel the embrace of their daughters. Imagine seeing a terrorist and a psychopath lay behind armoured tanks dress daughters and sons in long satin using them as tools for negotiation. Imagine the unimaginable – of what insurgents weary from a battle can do to hapless girls. Imagine the trauma of those who count days into months and time has lost its essence. It is a cruel world where humanity seems like an activist tag and the government with the all the resources seems helpless to protect its own. How long shall we wait? How long shall we tarry with long faces for the Chibok Girls? We want them back NOW & ALIVE.

Dr. Agboola and Lesson of Small Steps

1498772One of the lecturers that I can’tquickly forget  is Dr. Agboola of Mathematics Department in my alma mater – FUNAAB. This man strolls into the class already with cynical thinking that everyone here knows nothing except first class “hustlers” who take the front rows. Those at the mercy of constant disgust are the Engineering students. He wonders if we can ever piece together all that he’s trying to explain. Yet, we want to get away with a Bachelors Degree in Engineering

So what does one as a student do? It is to act like one knows nothing because Mr Agboola faces the blackboard whiteboard solving complex equations leaving you to fix the loose ends. When the exams come around, one does not ask for an “A” – except the First Class chasers. 40 marks out of 100 will be fine; anything that makes one escape a re-sit is fine.

So, I had a cool understanding of how to pass Agboola’s exam. It is about forgetting the answer and focus on the steps. The likelihood that you will get the final answer in Agboola’s exam is very slim, why disturb oneself? All I do is to try hard, to go far and when the road forks and I get confused, I abandon it and find another question. So if I attempt the four questions and I half-solve them, I will be fine. Interestingly, by God’s grace, it worked. I got lost in one recurring Laplace Transform which I was already bragging about, I quickly left it and move on.

At times in life, business and relationship, we underestimate steps/actions and focus on the answers/outcomes and results. The aspect of trying, giving it your best deserves a pat on the back. We like to focus on the result and discount the steps that one needs to get there. This how a society plays itself, never taking account that those that even failed made an attempt. To most people it is all about the result, but we need encouragement at every turn of action.

If you train yourself to be emotionally rewarded for actions taken rather than outcomes you may be able to lengthen the time you can spend in active “failure” and increase your chances of success.

When it is not working, never discount that you are at least taking action, mounting steps, it is part of the story. It is part of the outcome. It is part of learning and it the story that will be told when everything good comes. Keep walking. Keep trying.

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The Act of Listening



The life of a business does not read like a strategic plan. It unfolds as things are discovered along the way. – Bill Barnett, Stanford Graduate School of Business

In the school of business especially when you run a start-up (a business or civic experiment tested on a small scale with potential to rapidly expand), one must learn to listen. This is because an entrepreneur is unknowingly juggling many balls in quick speed.

How to keep costs low; how and when  to expand volume; how to turn profitable; how to ensure that impact is sustained; when to scale and not scale; how every customer will be happy and become one’s unpaid evangelists; and also to meet aspirations of donors and investors and excite them to keep doing more.

Life itself is never stagnant, it is moving relative to a position. So if entrepreneurs or businesses are not really moving, others are moving ahead and keeping them in the backward position. For instance, a business can sit on a pile of cash happy that it is the key to the future. However, what if its business model is disrupted and new revenues cease? What if after the disruption by a newcomer, it has to start spending fast to catch up? What if all the cash is gone in a twinkle?

However, either in that speed of life or sense of comfort, an entrepreneur must take time to listen and examine everything that counts.

 I got a mail last week from one of BudgIT perennial impact investor. It was not the type of mail you get that serves you ice cream or makes you revel in those grand ballrooms of Windsor. It was a long mail that makes you think deeply what exactly are we doing.

  I came to that question, what really are we doing in BudgIT. Yes, we are trying to educate the people on the budget. Yes, we are thinking if citizens become more aware of public finance that can ask intelligent questions from their leaders and demand accountability. Yes, that we can gradually through sustained citizen demand, reform government and make it work for people. But built into this gospel of ours are lots of assumptions. There is also the wide scope we are tinkering with. We must consider what are we changing – the entire government? Who are we reaching – 170m people?

 Where are we in that long stretch and how many people do we need to raise their awareness to force government to reform and change? Will government ever change? Can we do this all alone? Should we settle for a small dent and slip into that traditional NGO mode of communiqués, press releases and workshops?

I believe that after building the enterprise, engineered through rigorous thinking, an entrepreneur must pause, listen and reflect it all. Lest you laugh to your joke, listen to your dying song and in the end drink your Kool Aid.

 As an entrepreneur, listen to the customers, peers, mentors, veterans, failed people in your field, investors and critics of any hue. The lifecycle of a business is that of continuous evaluation lest it stops to exist. Rigorous examination that agrees to dissent is needed to every functional segment of life. Those who accept criticism or listen to dissent are guaranteed an efficient lifecycle. An entrepreneur must both be a rigorous thinker and a listener and ready to sprint to action upon conviction.

Listening (not reading) to that email forced me to call for a strategy retreat for BudgIT. This will not be a stock-taking exercise of past glories or dancing in the klieg lights of new dreams but how we rethink why we are here. Why we need to rework our scope, our beneficiaries, our approach and impact model. It is part of the lifecycle – a moment to listen, pause and reflect.

 Loren, thanks a lot for the email.

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2015: NURTW Chairman & Us


 When it comes to deciding during elections, does the online crew or the social media gang really count? If we are to have an election today, can our opinion really swing the votes? I mean how much premium does the politician place on the votes of socially urban young Nigerians? Who matters more – the NURTW chairman, Iyaloja, Chairman Association of “anything informal”” and me?

I mean these are the ones who for a bar of soap, late night meal, employment in LASTMA, bus stop chairman, free bus rides for their children, yard of Ankara decide who they vote for. They are numbed to issues of accountability and with the politician in sight, all you hear is loud obeisance like “Baba Tuale”.

The politician is also in this cult mode as he makes his/her responsibility a privilege for the citizen. No one see that lens of how a politician was hired by the people to manage our economy and polity. In the same manner, a master can sack his house- help in cases of incompetence, theft or breach of agreement, we have the same power to ensure that elected officers should be booted out.

A screenshot of a piece by my former boss Ifeanyi Uddin

A screenshot of a piece by my former boss Ifeanyi Uddin

As a group of enlightened Nigerians, can we really enforce change when votes of a large group are so vulnerable to petty issues? Is it that we are so outnumbered and doing not enough that we can’t really tell the facts for these people?  I mean the vote placed in the hand of someone will decide who controls allocations, raises debt, writes laws on our behalf, represents us in international spaces, decide if we need nuclear codes or not, decide fuel prices and the manpower for public institutions. How come we leave such trivial matters to the large army of folks that trade it for a meal or choose which dividing lines to believe?

This how we are kept in the tangle of chicken and egg problem. This is how we wonder what really is the problem – the leader or the led. We must understand that this is a market with demand and supply sides. The politician is at the supply end and will only respond to forces of demand. If the politician knows that folks at the other end have their votes at a price and he/she can carry on without the enlightened few, the incentive is there to follow what works.

If the politician knows issues of ethnicity resonate with the voters, he plays the tribal card beclouding the majority as regarding his/her incompetence or disregard for transparency. If it is about a Christian Governor or Muslim President, the politician plays the religion card by posturing to be a good Christian visiting churches and asking for the prayers.

We are the ones at fault. We wax abstract approach on changing Nigeria like we can finance logistics for a local councillorship election.  We don’t actively join political parties thereby making meaningful impact. We don’t stay on the other side of the market to keep amplifying our voices.

In 2015, we need to explain what a vote means to everyone because the politician is just following the trend – poverty, ethnicity, inferiority complex etc. The incentive of the politician is to grab power and if he/she finds a gaping hole to be exploited, he/she thrives on it.

So its left for us to creatively think how will people of the streets understand that voting is a decision that vests their authority on an elected officials and they are also making such decision on behalf of under-18 population who can’t vote. It is left to us to disabuse those that label us Christians, Muslims, Northerners or Southerners.

How do we meet them at the half way? Get Saheed Osupa and Alabi Pasuma to do a track laced with a viral slang on voters education?  How do you get them to understand the roles of vigilance and untiring demand of accountability? This is our role. We are not doing enough and nothing will rapidly change as keep typing away. 

Disrupting May Day Rally

Gbenga Sesan's tweet on June 22, 2013. June last year, Gbenga Sesan and I met a senior US diplomat and above were his words to us.

Gbenga Sesan’s tweet on June 22, 2013. June last year, Gbenga Sesan and I met a senior US diplomat and above were his words to us.

It is 0930 on May Day. I was trying hard to close an infographic. The designer was not just getting it right. I was so ready in “spirit”. I wanted leash my full anger as I looked the stream of tweets on the Lagos protest to bring back our girls. I learnt that the canisters of tear gas have been fired. I verily believe my good people will not despair.

Finally, I made it to the protest. The faces were obvious  – many amazing beacons of inspiration.  I tried to count we the protesters; we were not up to 234. Suddenly the number strikes me again – 234 girls. I mean putting 20 football teams on a single pitch at the same time. The numbers have even inched up to 276 and one cannot even imagine the state of mind of these innocent, brave ones. When I looked at the other side of “town”, the Onikan Stadium where the Labour Day rally held, I felt overwhelmed.They were just having a great time with exchange of bottles of cheap gin and N1000 notes. A cluster of banners and flags raised high each announcing their organizations. The NURTW boys were in multiples in their traditional green and white colours.   A rough count puts them at least 500 times than we, the protesters. We were just outnumbered. When I tried to peer into the stadium looking into the sea of heads just unconcerned, I was in despair. I wished for an instant that we reverse scenarios; like we don’t care and they are the ones protesting.

 I was wondering how will they hear us? Do these people even listen to news? Do they know about kidnapped girls and Sambisa forest? We decided to change route and walk into the Stadium complex. At that moment I was getting very angry, pumping my fist in the air. Screaming at the Labour Day-happy folks  that can they afford their children away for 17 days? I flung the everything I had in the air. Teniola was just telling me to be calm. I was already drenched in sweat.

 Governor Fashola looked at us for a second. He was now barely audible and he quickly finished his speech. The Governor stood still ready to take the parade. We, less than 200 in the midst of over 5,000 people, wont just allow the parade. We did not move an inch for them. They could not find their way. We were screaming and the Governor just looked helpless at a point. Maybe because we weaved our message with “stolen dreams”, a lot of folks still looked on, unclear about what we were passing across. However, constant honking it in their ears, they finally got it.

Some called us students. Some came to accept understanding and sink into deep thoughts about our worthy cause. Some were asking “How much were we paid?”

A nice way to end with Fela “Me and you no dey same category” A gust of  happiness mixed with sadness. This is not victory. Victory is bringing back the girls alive form Sambisa Forest. However, this is instructive, what we need is a tireless minority. We are the ones standing the in gap. The NLC wont shut offices unless its a drain on their pocket like fuel subsidy or minimum wage gets shortened. Everyone thrives on personal incentives, disregarding the crisis our commonality.

 The elites in the upper notch are incentivized not to care. The ones in the lower cadre are fed with a buffet of ignorance mixed with ethnicity and acute passiveness. The enlightened class liberates the nation, they are the ones that shine light and raise the expectations of the critical mass. We just need more committed people who trample on comfort and ease and clearly understand how this is all connected. People who are quickened to act and will not be indifferent.  Nigeria of our lifetime will be better than it was. God bless you brave Nigerians.

I believe the girls will come back alive. Belief – the staple that incompetent leaders keeps feeding me. That’s all I have got. This time I hope it is enough. I pray victory comes quick. Like the small victory of #FreeCiaxon, we another hashtag.

Data: Size is not everything



It is called drinking your Kool Aid – wrongly taking new insight as gospel because of an “uncommon” revelation in data.  Data can easily mislead users if certain factors that matter to its integrity are not considered. Imagine polling 1,000 respondents from South-South region asking them who will be the next Nigerian President. The result will easily throw up Goodluck Jonathan. You might also get same result if you mix that group with a sample of people who believe that the woes of his administration are tied to the desperate return of the Northern oligarchy or the President’s kinsmen living in urban areas.  You might get a reverse result if you pitch with Northern commoners or those who feel President Jonathan has been weak as regards being indecisive on corruption issues.

To question the FutureForNG released polls, it will be good if they have an exhaust of metadata, mine it and release it for the public. Who are the respondents that chose Buhari? Twitter users, Facebook users who live in Lagos, Twitter users who are Northerners who live in the Lagos. What were the chances that the South-East folks knew about this? How many came via sms, email or social media? How many of such respondents vote? How many voted from the diaspora and are the respondents a fair representation of the voting population that APC plans to attract? How many respondents voted  using multiple numbers?

The above posers are to rinse data because as the size gets bigger, data points multiply. This leads to the understanding that in every polling, size is not everything. One needs large diversity to get quality feedback from a wide set of respondents that are representative enough for the final actors – the voters.


This is a challenge that we will also contend with in the new era of Big Data. The rigorous approach to peer on the entire data footprint is the new cool. This will lead to overlooking certain connections in the broad way of data unless we are capable of exploring every node at a machine-scale.

I am interested in detailed  and comprehensive data but when it comes to polling, is it really a matter of size? How efficient is the profiling of the respondents because based on the sample question, typical profile of respondents is subject to change.  You might need a grassroots Northern voter, South East elite, Northern Central middle class profile for an election sample.

Ethnicity might be highly weighted based on previous block voting across regions but taking a poll on inequality will involve citizens better classified according to their  income levels. Diversity of respondents is key in polling especially for the elections.

My few thoughts. Just a word of caution.

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The Work is Never Done




If you’re walking down the right path and you’re willing to keep walking, eventually you’ll make progress. – Barack Obama

I like to tell my story. The world is a story.  Our life is a story – a story between two eternities – birth and death.I mean right from the creation with powerful lessons of sequence, you can see how the story goes till rest on the seventh day.

My story is about that of persistence. I have been within an ecosystem and I see people give up and throw in the towel. Folks begin a startup with raised dreams. That funds will pour in fast pace and life will go on a freewheel. Then the bugbears appear till they give up and go back to ease and comfort.

If you think that VC (venture capitalists) will just drop dead at your idea and empty his pocket, it might not just happen. Even for those with civic ideas, the donor will not just fall for one-minute pitch. After serious exchange of emails and awkward questioning of impact, that’s when the funds might finally come. At times, it might not even come. To get a grant, I to exchange at least 65 emails. It’s never that easy. Now with committed revenues (grants and services) of over N60m within a year, the work is still never done. We have to keep meeting donors and client demand. Salary and payments for consultancy are at least N1.5m per month and we have to keep doing it right.

Money is just an exchange of value. As long as you are trying to unlock value, it will finally be worth it. I have slept in the couch of developers for days. I have looked for wi-fi in Lome to send that last email, lost sleep, food, friendships, privacy etc. I have been abused as a workaholic.

The fears will not disappear, you have to acknowledge them. Will the funds stop? Will we ever stop producing value? Valid questions. It must never stop us from trying. Dont ever stop, the cost of giving up is too huge in the midst of nothingness. You were chosen as the steward of the times to fulfill a purpose.

Keep pressing on. I also keep pressing on.