Daniel's Musings

Something snapped today, and I need to vent before my head explodes. When I accepted my role in the bank, I knew exactly what I was signing up for. I was aware of the rigours, the discipline, and the level of dedication the job demands, and I was fully prepared for it. Life itself comes with ups and downs, challenges, and battles that we must face, and part of that reality is dealing with all kinds of people, including those with very unsavoury characters. In my five years as a banking professional, there has only been one person I have genuinely disliked with every fibre of my being. This individual has gotten on my nerves more times than I can count, and each time, I have been gracious enough to overlook his behaviour and move on, mostly because our colleagues, who have worked with him longer, have already given up on him. They simply tolerate him. I’ve been doing the same, but his excesses are beginning to overwhelm me. He hasn’t only gotten on my nerves; he has gotten under my skin...

Wednesday, 12th November 2025 Wednesdays at work are usually meeting days, so I always wake up early to meet up with the 7 a.m. meeting time — especially since I take my time to bathe and dress up. Today, I almost arrived late, mainly because of the shortage of bike transporters and the bad road. The meeting focused mostly on security issues. The Head of Operations was livid because one of our customers, who withdrew ₦5 million, was trailed from the bank and had his car burgled. Oh, I didn’t mention — I’ve been working with Zenith Bank all these years. I thought I should share that. Work today was less strenuous since there wasn’t much activity. It’s been like that for about a month now. I wasn’t in the best of moods either, as I was still feeling unwell. I was diagnosed with malaria two days ago. Later in the day, one of my acquaintances — the same person I once sold my used laptop to, who still hasn’t paid me — reached out, asking for a soft loan. Before he even explained why he...

Yeah, it’s been a while since I last wrote here — a little over half a decade, actually. I’ve been running around, working, and trying to make sense of this thing called life. Trying to make the most of the air I breathe. I have hurt people and been hurt too. I’ve cried, laughed, celebrated, and counted losses. But most importantly, I’ve been breathing and living. Between the last time I wrote a piece and now, life simply took over. I just couldn’t find the time to visit this blog. Work became demanding, and I barely had time for myself. But I never really forgot about this space. So here I am again. I’ve decided to make this place my personal diary — a “go-to” corner where I pour out the things I can’t (and couldn’t) say out loud. And as always, it’ll stay true to this blog’s theme: unfiltered. If you somehow stumble across these thoughts, I hope you’ll be open-minded enough to understand  [or at least relate to] whatever I share here. Peace be upon you.

Hi, guys! I'm sorry it has taken me more than two months to upload a subsequent post. I hope to improve by sending some contents when I get some free time off work. So, let’s get started with this one: we all  can’t be extraordinary.  We currently live in a world where so many persons, role models, presenters, motivational speakers, preachers, teachers, you-name-it, tell us we all have the ability to be extraordinary in anything, everything we do – surpassing innate ability. Well, nearly all of them said the truth. However, nearly all of them conceal the fact that, we all can’t be extraordinary . And I wish I could shout that enough.  We’ve been made to accept or believe being an ordinary person is not enough, and we are made of more, blah blah blah.  Being ordinary is quite all right by every standard. See, I don’t mean to diminish or devalue your potentials or something, but it is what it is. Ordinary means normal. Ordinary means doing and thinking and believ...

According to Experts research, it has been estimated that an average mind thinks between 60,000 – 80,000 thoughts a day. Out of those thoughts are several ideas that may yield productivity, subject to the originator's action or decision. The conception of an idea is a very easy task for every person to do; the effort and ability needed to make that conception a reality is even harder, but realizable. Once an idea is generated, to ensure its realization, adequate effort is required by the originator to see it to its realization stage, or else, it's simply just an idea, and over time, the idea dies a natural death.  Few years back, around 2016, I guess, I was having a discussion with my good friend (Kareem Ayobami), he asked me if I ever used a diary (the hard copy) – No! I answered. He told me the benefits of having one, and even carrying it around, thereby one can detail one's daily experience and even ideas that may run through one's mind. I felt that was a g...