Today marks the first year since I last stepped foot inside the 6th Floor. If you need to ask me where the 6th Floor is, then I have to tell you that this post isn’t for you.
I first joined the 6th Floor in September of 2011. At the time, I truly believed that I had found an oasis in the desert but it the end it became like gravel in my mouth.
The problem was that it was free. Yes there was a membership fee but in all honesty it couldn’t cover the costs of operations. The internet was the best internet in Nigeria. Electricity was great.
It was a programmer’s dream but it was all free. That was the red flag.
Nothing of value is free.
I of all people should have known. As a descendant of slave traders and warriors, I should have known that I too had been enslaved.
In the end when they showed their true colours, I walked away. The closest I have come to actually entering the building is waiting for a friend on the steps to the building.
In the last one year, my life as taken a turn for the better. Today I work out of ReDahlia Workspaces. I have self-published 3 books which are on the Amazon store.
Overall in a typical day I can tell you what I achieved. I have become accountable because working out of ReDahlia Workspaces costs money. It is a premium service at a premium price. Internet is supplied by Main One. They are the best internet service provider in Nigeria so I cannot expect anything else.
All this has taught me that the mindset of giving money to help the poor keeps them poor for longer. In the one year away from the 6th Floor, I had to become resourceful.
I actively seek for opportunities to make money and continue to search for other streams of income because I need to pay for everything I get.
In the end my position is this: Free things are for slaves.
I will be the first to admit that the above picture isn’t the most flattering. It was taken after a long day at church. This photograph was an amateur shot taken by my cousin.
Yesterday was my dad’s 70th birthday anniversary. It was a long and stressful day. From cooking the day before to getting the clothes ready I will say that events are really stressful.
Special thanks to my mum and sister. It would have crashed without them.
You know him. Elon Musk. Legendary inventor.
Yesterday he walked away from Donald Trump. Read the details here.
Walking away is always an option.
This poll from NOIPolls says it all.
Tomorrow will mark 2 years since the Buhari administration was sworn in. I have never voted in my life but the frenzy in that period was almost like a carnival.
Nigerians rallied themselves to vote for a man they believed would change the system of doing things. For me I was caught between voting for an incumbent president who was clueless and an old man that brought a reign of terror the last time he was in power.
In the end, it turns out that the old man won. All the remained was for him to deliver and that was when he dropped the ball.
In the initial euphoria about the election, I created a mobile application to commemorate the occasion. At half-time, I regret to say that it was all for nothing.
In the fashion of previous administrations, the government released its own report sheet citing its achievement. The problem is that using social media is a two way street.
I am a trained engineer. I remember that in the class on Quality Management, my lecturer always reminded us that quality is defined by the customer.
For a government that promised change, this administration did give us changes. Only the weren’t the changes that mattered.
The only change that matters as a citizen of a country is the quality of life that you experience. I would go into details but I decided against it.
Elections never really held in 2015. All the card readers in the north failed. There were too many irregularities. Will I be voting next time. No.
I vote for myself always.