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Thank you MTN Nigeria, MTN Nigeria Support for STEALING... my data, deliberately. So my data expired on the 3rd of Feb. 2025, and I tried re-subscribing with my bank apps but it kept bouncing back. I reached out to MTN customer care multiple times and was told that their network has some issues, and they are working to fix it. Keep in mind that I could barely use the data before now due to poor network coverage. I called almost every day reminding the customer care agents that the roll-over time ends on Feb. 10th, multiple times, and was reassured that the date will be extended since the issue wasn't coming from me. During this time both their MTN app, bank transactions, and USSD codes weren't working, even they themsleves couldn't renew the sub from their own end because their system was down. Today I woke up to find out that they (MTN) have proceeded to wipe out the data balance, "409 GB" which costs over N50k. The customer care agent who anwsered my call this morning said that there's nothing he can do, I can only re-activate now. Just imagine that, a network provider that takes zero accountability, nor value customer satisfaction. Absolutely infuriating.show more

its me, blank - i'm starting a new company... called S7RX and im going to do what i've never done before - sharing it all here you probably know me as the founder of openpurpose but in short - i'm a designer turned founder - i started my studio 17 years ago called 3drops in stockholm which i rebranded to openpurpose a couple of years ago and grew it to over 70 members globally working with leading tech companies in us besides running the agency, over the past decade i took on a few personal projects that meant something to me - like leading the digitization of the global visa system for over 65 countries and working with a few enterprise founders to launch daring projects to future proof their organizations along the way i experimented with dozens of ideas which some turned into ventures and a few became companies with their own dedicated teams but for as long as i can remember i only had one dream - to launch a brand that earns like a tech company but feels like a lifestyle brand so now at the age of 36, i'm doing just that and calling it S7RX my first product is launching next week and with that we are officially starting this new journey so follow on IG to see the stories and say hi : ) this will be differentshow more

An Eyelash and 3 Dandelions In Room 8, my... eyelash fell upon my father’s face, resting upon the bridge of his nose, as I held his hand and whispered into his ear, “I love you. I love you. I love you.” I repeated the words he had said in life: “Salam. Shalom. Shanti.” Peace. Peace. Peace. “Salam. Shalom. Shanti.” And, transcending identity, he responded: “Shanti.” Peace. Soon after, my father, Mohammed Zafar Alam Nomani, 93, a man of faith, humanity, humility and love, took his last breath. Through the dark of the night, his son and grandchildren whispered into his ear, his wife of 64 years held the hand that had just months earlier given her three dandelions on the banks of the Monongahela River. There is nothing that prepared me for this sheer loss unimaginable of a father’s breath that had again become my own, just as it had been when I lay upon his belly as a girl, delighting in stories of the kings and queens of India. “Noorjehan,” he told me when I asked which queen he told me about. Bedside these past weeks with my family as my father battled life-threatening pneumonia and lung disease, I inhaled these last weeks beside my father’s ear to guide him to breathe deeply and exhaled softly onto his neck to synchronize our breaths and try to bring him back to good health. These past weeks, my father gave us the gift of being able to serve him as an expression of love. In Room 8, I fell in love again with my father as I had as a girl upon his belly. I learned from the softness of his grandchildren serving him, my niece tucking and retucking his blanket. We knew his white blood cell count and his respirations per minute. We discovered his playful wink. We recited the first chapter of the Quran to remain on the straight path, and I heard him say again and again “Alhamdullilah,” praise be to God, because he had gratitude in even obstacles, as his granddaughter observed in him. With each gesture of care for him, he whispered, “Thank you,” with a beaming smile. I heard him express his mantra: “Think good. Do good.” “Serve humanity.” A a twin who lost his brother soon out of the womb, a child of British colonialism, a survivor of the manmade Bengal Famine of 1943, he taught by example, eschewing grievance and cherishing life. Every moment from our lives together flashes before me. My father who drove me to the Pittsburgh Airport so many times over to allow my wings to fly in this world. Who ferried his son, wife and grandchildren to help them pursue their every dream. My father who drove me to Andrews Air Force Base in the dark of the predawn for me to board a plane to Guantanamo Bay — on a round trip ticket. My father who taught me how to ride a lawn tractor. My father who read my books’ every words and wrote notes in the margins. My friends tell me that experiencing a parents’ death leaves a hole in the heart, shepherding a parent’s care at end of life leaves a trauma invisible and surviving a parent in the normal cycle of life is an unspoken soul-crushing grief. In Room 8, I have confronted very intimately the social reality of a grief even more painful in a society that appears to too often devalue the “elderly,” coax the vulnerable without treatment to unwanted “hospice” or medically-assisted suicide and “slow code” the elderly to death, responding slowly to emergency. We couldn’t save my father but I am keen to investigate the dynamics of ageism that too often become a barrier to treatment. My father always encouraged me to draw lesson for society from suffering. Please write to me or reply with your family’s story? I will strive to honor his life. And thank you for honoring him by absorbing the details of his life, down to the flutter of three dandelions in the wind and the drop of an eyelash upon his skin.show more

This weekend my dream came into fruition. And it... still doesn’t feel real… I started Earnit Media in late 2023. There were many times when I did the weekly calls completely by myself, nobody would join. I’d sit there for an hour just hoping to hear the Discord join sound. Now I just hosted an irl meet up in Gdańsk with 18 members who’ve flown from all over the world. Shoutout DiPi for getting a 16 hour flight all the way from California. The power of the internet is wild and the opportunities YouTube and short form content have provided is a real blessing. I gave out awards for members that passed milestones like $10K and $100K since joining Earnit and seeing the amount of lives my community has changed in person is an indescribable feeling. The members also got me and my right hand man Ben a very special gift. A custom Earnit belt that was signed by all of them. I’ve been sleeping with it wrapped around my shoulder. It was so cool to see everyone sharing sauce and motivating each other. It doesn’t matter if you’re making 1K, 5K, 10K, 30K a month - everybody benefited from the conversations and provided value. It’s taken a long time to build such a supportive community but man was the effort worth it. I come from a small English town where nobody works online, let alone does YouTube. So to be able to meet like-minded people who understand exactly what you do, have the same sense of urgency + ambition is a rarity and is key for growth. I have no doubt that so many of us are gonna be lifelong friends. I keep telling myself that I’m so grateful and lucky to have been able to do this because I truly have been blessed with the cards life has dealt me and the path I’ve been put on. I strongly believe my purpose is to change peoples lives in a positive way, so to be told that I’ve done that in person by several people has made me realize that I’m executing my mission well. This is only the beginning. Earnit Media on top. Thank you for everything. Vlog coming soon.show more

🥺💔We are so incredibly destroyed by the disappointment that... was this ceasefire; in fact I'm not sure if there was even a moment in time that we felt safe, not even for one minute, and the bombing and violence has returned even closer and more destructive than ever. The situation we stand in remains as dire as ever, and every day we get closer to the most horrific and miserable death that anyone can imagine - that is, to slowly starve to death in front of the world. It's painful to walk around and video the suffering people - they were once proud and esteemed individuals who likely had a prosperous job and a home to live in - now reduced to begging and crying on the streets for cameras who will only humiliate them in front of the world. I show you what I can, my friends, because I want people to know that we are here, trying to live and trying to help others live too, but I am always conscious of the people who are being shown, because going through this is miserable enough. 🫂It's a terrifying feeling, my friends, to have a spark of hope while you are also fighting the certainty of your own death and of everyone you hold dear. It breaks my heart to see the animals who look so sickly thin on the streets, the cats and dogs who have survived for so long, only to starve. How much longer will this seige be placed on us? Until every living thing has died? Bombed or burnt to death to become someone's nightmare or starved until we are only skeletons? I'm sorry to bring you such a heavy update today, my friends, but I am feeling desolate and I am feeling very hopeless too, seeing so many desperate and starving families living in tents has broken my heart. We need aid, more than anyone has ever needed anything, and we need aid so I do not have to watch my beautiful children turn into bones in front of my eyes. Please stand by me, stand by us, I beg you. Stand by us until this horror has ended, so we can repay all the beautiful things you have done for us. Please continue to support us with your donations because everything costs an unthinkeable amount, and it's only getting worse. I hope it will get better, my friends. Thank you for all that you do.. 🆘️💔🚨 🫂🥺🙏 🐾🐈🙏 🫂🚨 🐾🙏🫂🥺 💔show more

I used to do bodybuilding shows. 6 months of... exhausting prep for each show. Losing usually 25-30 lbs to step on stage. Tracking every calorie. Weighing every piece of food. Training everyday, lifting and cardio. It was intense… but when you are in that world, you get addicted to seeing yourself shrink. New striations every month. And then it’s finally show day and everyone congratulates you on your hard work and discipline. While I ultimately stopped bodybuilding because I think there are drawbacks, I am grateful for the experience because pregnancy is also very much literally building a body, and your endurance and dedication to health is just as, if not more important. But when you are pregnant, you are only growing, getting heavier, more uncomfortable. There is no aesthetic reward. No one cares if you work out or not, in fact some people will try and tell you to “just rest”… So you have to do it for you. And of course, your little baby. As I near the end of my pregnancy I’m grateful I was able to work out for nearly the whole thing. This is my first pregnancy and I’ll admit it hasn’t been as bad as I feared and I contribute staying active to part of that. I was still rock climbing until 27 weeks. I’m still doing daily walks and while my intensity and frequency of lifting has scaled back, I’m still doing something. Pregnancy is longer than any bodybuilding prep I’ve ever done and of course the reward is greater than anything I could dream of, my baby boy. But then women are left to “bounce back” and try and get their body back. I’m obviously not postpartum yet but I’m glad I was able to stay somewhat fit this pregnancy so hopefully the recovery isn’t so hard. I broke my femur three years ago and truly learned what it meant to start from scratch. And while recovery isn’t something I look forward to, at least I had time to prepare for this one, so I hope it goes well!show more

See that red tape line on the floor? You... better not cross it before they tell you “GO!” or you’ll not only get yelled at, you’ll make about 100 people instantly dislike you. My first experience at the Goodwill bins… this operation is so much crazier than I was expecting. This sweet woman spotted me sticking out like a sore thumb. “You a first timer?” She proceeded to give me the rundown: “The college kid resellers are aggressive. See those bins along that wall? Be careful if you go there. They’ll snatch things right out of your hands.” “Every 30-45 minutes they swap out the bins. You have to stay behind the tape line.” “Don’t bring your cart on the floor. Go to the register and get a piece of paper to tape your name on the cart and leave it along the wall.” I have never seen anything like it. And of course, I snuck by the warehouse doors to peek inside what’s happening behind the scenes. Massive pallet racking FULL of clothes bales. I’m talking hundreds of thousands of pieces. Conveyer belt sorting systems with everything you can imagine. Pallets of bicycles. Filthy vacuums. And rolling bins. A bazillion rolling bins full of who knows what, but apparently some treasure. Before you get triggered by “people making money off donations that are ‘supposed’ to support people who are impoverished,” I invite you to go see an operation like this. The amount of excess materialism is astounding, and this is a microscopic fraction of it. Resellers duking it out over labels and prized goods all day everyday at places like this are playing an extremely important role in a circular economy that is making a difference in the appalling about of waste we have created as a society. You won’t find me doing this to source inventory, but of course I snagged a small stack of books because who would I be if I didn’t 😜 And I have a lot of respect for the number of young adults I saw hustling their way through this chaos, leaving with garbage bags full of items that are putting food on their tables. Wild.show more