*Change can be intimidating* but it is essential for growth, and the biggest obstacle to change is *ourselves.* Silence can be a more *powerful statement than words.*

*Life reminds you that you have the power* to shape your destiny, but you must first confront yourself with honesty and courage. *Your past behaviour speaks louder than any explanation.*

*Do not waste your words on someone* who is not willing to listen. Your silence is not weakness, but *it is proof of your emotional intelligence.* Do not drop down to their level.

*Distance is the only answer to disrespect.* Do not react. Do not argue, but simply remove your presence. *Never allow anyone to become too comfortable* with disrespecting you. The Lord Sustains.

Good afternoon, family members

Morgan Freeman once said:
"There comes a day when you no longer feel the need to prove anything to anyone. Not because you’ve given up, but because you’ve grown."
You grow tired — tired of explaining, of justifying, of shrinking yourself to fit into other people’s lives.
Tired of waiting for messages that never come, apologies that never arrive, people who don’t know how to love.
The truth is simple:
Not everyone will understand you.
Not everyone will stay.
Not everyone will treat you the way you deserve.
But they don’t have to.
Because there comes a moment when you choose peace.
You choose silence over reaction.
You stop lowering yourself into other people’s storms.
Because sometimes, the most mature response is silence.
The strongest move is to walk away.
And the greatest act of self-love is to stop putting yourself last.
It’s not selfishness — it’s healing.
It’s the courage to choose yourself.
To rebuild your soul without anyone’s approval.
To keep moving forward — even alone — but with dignity.
And when you do that… life begins to realign.
Because the right people don’t ask for explanations.
They see you.
They feel you.
They respect you — without you having to beg for it.

TRIBUTE BY PRESIDENT BOLA AHMED TINUBU, GCFR, AT THE SPECIAL SESSION OF THE FEDERAL EXECUTIVE COUNCIL HELD IN HONOUR OF THE LATE PRESIDENT MUHAMMADU BUHARI, GCFR
THURSDAY, JULY 17, 2025 STATE HOUSE, ABUJA

PROTOCOL

Today, we gather under a heavy shadow, drawn from the silence
that surrounds a departed leader and the immense weight of a
life whose absence will be felt for generations. We meet to
honour a man whose presence once commanded this very room,
whose voice once summoned the best in us, and whose
convictions never bowed, even to the strongest winds of public
opinion. President Muhammadu Buhari, GCFR, former Head of1
State and former President of the Federal Republic of Nigeria,
has gone to rest.
He was first among soldiers in war, first among citizens in peace,
and first, without ambition or flattery, in the hearts of his fellow
citizens. Yet it was in the quiet and unadorned settings of his
private life that his true greatness was revealed: pious without
show, just without cruelty, humane without sentimentality,
temperate without coldness, and sincere without guile.
Steady in posture and spirit, dignified in bearing, and
commanding by his very presence, his example guided all who
encountered him. Still, it endures.
To his peers, he was respectful and without pretence. To those
who served under him, he was kind without condescension. And,
to those whom he loved most intimately, he was unfailingly
tender, loyal, and good. His life was a rebuke to vice and a refuge
for virtue. The purity of his private character gave radiance to the
discipline and integrity of his public service.
Even in death, he maintained the serenity that defined him in life:
not a sigh, not a groan, just a quiet submission to the will of God.
Such was the man Nigeria has lost. Such was the man for whom
our nation now mourns.
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President Buhari’s life was one of austere honour. He stood,
always, ramrod straight; unmoved by the temptation of power,
unseduced by applause and unafraid of the loneliness that often
visits those who do what is right, rather than what is popular. His
was a quiet courage, a righteousness that never announced
itself. His patriotism was lived more in action than in words.
His life traced the arc of Nigeria’s journey. Born before
independence, he became a young soldier in the struggle to
keep our nation whole. In war and in peace, he served with
vigilance and determination, as if the task of watching over
Nigeria had been assigned to him alone. From the battlefield to
the corridors of power, he remained faithful to the task. He
governed the North-Eastern State and stood as Head of State.
Years later, he returned to chair the Petroleum Trust Fund, which
he administered with Spartan rigour and complete fidelity to the
public good.
Yet, with all that he had achieved, his most enduring legacy
would be carved in democracy. In a time when many had lost
hope that change was possible, Muhammadu Buhari put his faith
in the people of this country.
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We stood together, he and I. Alongside others drawn from across
the political spectrum, regions and tongues, we formed an
alliance that enabled Nigeria to experience its first true
democratic transfer of power from one ruling party to another.
When he was sworn in as our party’s first elected President, he
led with restraint, governed with dignity, and bore the burdens of
leadership without complaint.
Those who knew him most intimately understood that the
authority of that exalted office never changed him. In the face of
pressure, he remained calm. In the face of crisis, he remained
resolute. In the face of triumph, he remained modest. Most
remarkably, he retained his jovial spirit.
When his tenure ended, he returned to Daura; not to command
from the shadows or to hold court, but to live as he always had,
never seeking to impose his will but content to let others carry
the nation forward.
President Buhari was not a perfect man – no leader is – but he
was, in every sense of the word, a good man, a decent man, an
honourable man. His record will be debated, as all legacies are,
but the character he brought to public life, the moral force he
carried, the incorruptible standard he represented, will not be
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forgotten. His was a life lived in full service to Nigeria, and in
fidelity to God.
Now, he rests. And we who remain must carry the memory of his
life as a standard to guide us. Let us honour him not only with
words, but with humility in power, discipline in service,
compassion in governance, and fearlessness in the pursuit of
justice.
On Tuesday, July 15, 2025, a grateful nation bid farewell to one
of her most illustrious sons. It was a profound honour for me,
alongside Vice President Kashim Shettima, to lead his funeral
procession to Daura and witness his burial in the dignified
manner befitting a great and noble leader.
I thank the Inter-Ministerial Committee, led by the Secretary to
the Government of the Federation, George Akume, and
Governor Dikko Radda, for organising a befitting State Funeral
within 48 hours.
In this period of national mourning, I once again extend my
heartfelt condolences to Hajia Aisha Buhari, her children, the
entire Buhari family, the government and people of Katsina
State, and all who knew and loved him. Our gratitude will remain
with President Buhari's family members who provided him with
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the comfort and strength to serve our nation in various capacities
throughout his over 50 years of public service. We honour his
service, reflect on his legacy, and pray for the peaceful repose
of his soul.
Mai Gaskiya, The People’s general, the Farmer President - your
duty is done.
May Almighty Allah forgive his shortcomings and grant him
Aljannah Firdaus. May his life continue to inspire generations of
Nigerians to serve with courage, conviction, and selflessness.
President Buhari, thank you. Nigeria will remember you.
Bola Ahmed Tinubu, GCFR
President, Commander-in-Chief of The Armed Forces,
Federal Republic of Nigeria

In 1968, American ethologist John B. Calhoun launched one of the most haunting experiments in behavioral science. He called it "Universe 25" — a supposed rodent utopia designed to test what would happen in a world without struggle.

Calhoun built a self-contained "mouse heaven" capable of housing nearly 4,000 mice. It had everything: unlimited food, fresh water, perfect climate, complete safety, no predators, no disease, no competition. It was the dream environment — or so it seemed.

Eight mice were introduced into this perfect world.

At first, things went well. The population grew steadily. Mice formed social structures, raised families, and thrived.

But as their numbers approached 2,200, everything changed.

The males began to lose interest in mating or defending territory. Some turned violent. Others became lethargic.
The females grew erratic and stopped caring for their young — many even attacked their own offspring.
A new class emerged: the so-called "Beautiful Ones" — perfectly groomed, passive mice who neither fought, reproduced, nor socialized. They spent their days eating, sleeping, and grooming themselves.

Society collapsed.
Social bonds broke.
Reproduction halted.
Even when resources remained plentiful and space became available again, the mice had forgotten how to live.

By day 1780, the last mouse had died.

Calhoun’s experiment became a chilling metaphor — not just for biologists, but for sociologists, philosophers, and urban planners.

It suggested that in a world without challenge, purpose, or pressure to adapt, even the most “perfect” society can unravel.
A utopia without meaning quickly turns into a graveyard of potential.

What was meant to be paradise… ended in silence.

Nothing To Say, Nothing To Write, Nothing To Send, But I Believe That... You Will Listen ,Read ,’N Receive My Feelings In The Silence Too.. !

How I Slept on a Cybercafé Floor to Finish School

"I used to sleep on a cybercafé floor just to finish school, no mattress, no money, just stubborn hope & faith."

Let me give some context for Gen Zs. There used to be this booming business in the early 2000s until about maybe 2016, especially in Cameroon, before mobile phone penetration scaled. That business was the cybercafé.

Around 2011, I used to work in a cybercafé in Bamenda, and I mostly took the night shifts. I was not on any salary. The guy who owned the cybercafé did not need any extra worker, so I negotiated my way through. I told him I would work for free so I could have access to the internet because I was doing my undergraduate program through a distance learning program.

On top of that, I had computer repair skills. So, I struck a deal, I’d promote my services to customers with home computers, and they could call me for repairs. That’s how I planned to earn some money.

So, some nights, I would sleep on the floor of that cybercafé. At the time, internet speed was higher at night, so we had clients who would buy internet time from 10 p.m. till 5 a.m. That is why I had to sleep on the floor sometimes.

At that age of 21, I was broke, half starved and sleeping on the floor of cybercafe most nights just to finish my undergraduate. No mattress, no steady income, just stubborn faith and hopes that after my undergraduate life will be better.

Now? I advise executives across nations, I design curriculums for institutions, I help leaders build institutions that can compete across nations, I have travelled 20+ nations across 4 continents to speak, train and consult and more.

But back then, I was just a hungry boy living most at times on borrowed money.

That particular season of my life always play so fresh in my memories.

Seasons like that will reveal a lot to you and me.

a) Comfort is not a requirement for calling and destiny
Many wait for ideal conditions before building their lives and destinies. Destiny blueprints and capacity are often handed and developed in wilderness seasons. Ask Jesus Christ, ask Joseph, ask David etc.

b) Honor your obscurity
While others chased applause and reasons to impress others, build discipline in that season that will sustain you for life. That hidden season shaped my capacity and more. What I am saying is, do not resent your silence or your season of obscurity, use it to your advantage.

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c) Education isn't just academic
The cybercafe floor taught me resourcefulness, resilience, negotiation, survival, relationships and more. Lessons no university can match.

d) Experiences are your real destiny CV (resume)
Years later, I still reference that floor, that cybercafe experience, I still remember the fights etc. Not as trauma, but as my training ground. I learned a lot from the streets during that season. Put me anywhere, I will build.

That floor became part of my foundation.

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No One Understands The Silence Between My Words, No One Understands The Sadness Behind My Smile, No One Understands The Unsaid Feelings Of Mine, They Think I Am Fine But Only I Know Daily I Am Dying :'( I Want To Be Happy Again, I Want To Live Those Moments Again, I Am Sick Of Wearing A Fake Smile. I Am Waiting For The One Who Can Really Make Me Smile..

I Think Of You In Silence I Often Speak Your Name All I Have Left Are Memories And A Heart Around Your Name My Heart Aches With Sadness And All My Tears Will Flow But What It Meant To Lose You No-one Will Ever Know

No One Understands The Silence Between My Words. No One Understands The Sadness Behind My Smile. No One Understands The Unsaid Feelings Of Mine. They Think I Am Fine But Only I Know Daily I Am Dying. I Wan To Be Happy Again. I Want To Live Those Moments Again. I Am Sick Of Wearing Fake Smile. I Am Waiting For You Make Me Smile Again.

*Change can be intimidating* but it is essential for growth, and the biggest obstacle to change is *ourselves.* Silence can be a more *powerful statement than words.*

*Life reminds you that you have the power* to shape your destiny, but you must first confront yourself with honesty and courage. *Your past behaviour speaks louder than any explanation.*

*Do not waste your words on someone* who is not willing to listen. Your silence is not weakness, but *it is proof of your emotional intelligence.* Do not drop down to their level.

*Distance is the only answer to disrespect.* Do not react. Do not argue, but simply remove your presence. *Never allow anyone to become too comfortable* with disrespecting you. The Lord Sustains.

Good morning, family members

“The Seeds He Rejected”
— A Story of Regret, Strength, and Triumph


Part 1: The Long Wait

In a small town in Nigeria, lived a couple — Mr. and Mrs. Okonkwo. They were young and full of dreams when they got married. Mr. Okonkwo, a proud man from a traditional Igbo background, believed that his legacy could only continue through male children.

Their first child, a girl named Chinonso, was born with beauty and a sharp mind. But Okonkwo smiled half-heartedly. “Next one will be a boy,” he said. Then came Adaeze, Ugochi, Amarachi, and finally Chidimma — all girls.

Year after year, his frustration grew. Family members mocked him. Friends whispered behind his back. He began to blame his wife, Ebele, accusing her of failing to give him a “true heir.” Ebele cried in silence but never cursed him. She loved her daughters and raised them with dignity, teaching them to be strong, respectful, and prayerful.

Part 2: The Breaking Point

After Chidimma’s birth — their fifth daughter — Mr. Okonkwo changed completely. He became bitter, distant, and violent. One night, after a heated argument, he packed his bags and left. No goodbye. No explanation. Just abandonment.

He remarried in another city, hoping for a son. Ebele, heartbroken but strong, vowed to raise her daughters alone. “We don’t need a man to define our worth,” she always told them. The girls grew up watching their mother struggle, sacrifice, and succeed — cleaning houses, selling vegetables, sewing clothes — just to keep them in school.


Part 3: The Rise

Time passed.

Chinonso became a top engineer in an oil company.

Adaeze became a renowned surgeon.

Ugochi was awarded a scholarship abroad and became a lawyer advocating for women’s rights.

Amarachi became a successful tech entrepreneur.

Chidimma, the youngest, became a best-selling author and motivational speaker.


They never forgot their roots — or their mother’s suffering. Together, they built her a beautiful mansion, and people in town began to call her “Mama Girls of Glory.”


Part 4: The Regret

Meanwhile, Mr. Okonkwo’s second marriage produced three boys. But none amounted to much. He had poured money into their lives but not discipline or love. They became entitled and lazy.

One day, he fell ill and was abandoned by everyone — including the sons he had so desperately wanted. Word reached him that his daughters were now wealthy and influential.

Pride kept him from reaching out — until one day, lying sick and broke on a hospital bed, he saw Chidimma on national TV, giving a speech titled “The Strength of a Woman.” Tears flowed down his wrinkled cheeks.


Part 5: The Reunion

Ashamed but desperate, he sent a message through a local pastor to Ebele. The daughters were shocked but didn’t speak in bitterness. Instead, Chinonso said:
“Let’s show him the love he denied us.”

They paid his medical bills. Ugochi ensured he had proper legal support. Amarachi even got him a small apartment. And finally, they brought him to the mansion he once walked away from.

Ebele stood at the gate, now a graceful woman, older but radiant. He fell on his knees and cried, “Forgive me, Ebele. I was a fool.”

She helped him up gently. “You lost 23 years of love… but God still gave you a second chance.”


Final Words

Mr. Okonkwo spent his final years surrounded by the very daughters he rejected. They took care of him, not out of obligation — but out of character, shaped by the love their mother planted in them.

And when he passed, his tombstone read:

> "Here lies a man who learned, too late, that daughters are blessings too."


Moral of the Story:
Children are not defined by gender. Value, love, and raise them all — because tomorrow belongs to anyone willing to rise, not just those society prefers.

JB WORLD

“It’s high time the world knew the truth — some of my colleagues are living a fáke life
They prétend too much. In public, they act like angels. Online, they post like they care. But in real life? Hmm... packaging everywhere

Ehh why? Because at first, they used to invite me to come and eat rice o! I no dey force am. But now? Nothing again. Silence. No rice, no stew, not even plantain.

Please help me ask Frederick Leonard and Lizzy Gold — what is my offense? What did I do wrong? Abi I chop the rice too much?”

– Uju Okoli