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The counterfeit currency of being liked
Nov 28 ⯠Finally, weâre here and Iâm fulfilling a 2 week-old promise đđœ I said Iâd write about this, and yes, youâre welcome⊠hehe. A question for you! Have you ever heard about the Abilene Paradox? Let me rephrase: Have you ever had that âWTF lookâ because a friend expressed their disdain for something to you in private and then in public, went all âYaaas, Queen!â to it? đ Youâre there like, âHuh? What just happened?â Or⊠maybe youâre that friend. đŹ I know, I know! You had your reasons. We all do. The Abilene Paradox The Abilene Paradox is when a group ends up making a decision that almost nobody wants; simply because each person assumes the others want it. I donât want to go to the beach, but I assume everyone else does. They donât want to go either, but they assume I do. We all show up⊠sand in our shoes and resentment in our hearts. Not because anyone forced us, but because nobody wanted to ârock the boat.â Another example: Thomas invites Alba to his party (my friend Alba will kill me for using her name đ) Not because he wants her there, but because he thinks she wants to be there. Alba shows up; not because she wants to go, but because she thinks Thomas wants her there. Two miserable humans with zero bravery. We donât want to be the odd one out, so we go as far as stating support for an outcome we do not even want. That brings me to the question I asked my 7-year-old yesterday. He was worried that other kidsâ parents wouldnât see the email about not wearing uniforms; and then, heâd be the only one without one. My question to him was simple: Whatâs so bad about being the odd one out? The Fundamental Desire to be Liked We see this in kids - they feel bad when theyâre not invited to that party, or when a group of kids are playing and donât ask them to join. They run home excited to tell the story when someone approaches them to be friends, or everyone at school that day wanted to race them. Itâs a euphoric feeling! âOh, Iâm now part of the group!â. It feels like something worth celebrating. Oh! A natural high. It does seem like this is innate in us. Some would even argue that a âsense of belongingâ is one of the core needs for human survival. And without it, humans could literally die. But from where Iâm sitting? It seems like many adults are addicted to social approval. I know people who stay in religious organizations they donât believe in anymore; not because they want to, but because leaving means losing friends, being alienated, and âstarting over.â They equate that loss to death, and so they stay. I could understand that if it were coming from a kid. However, weâre not kids anymore. And I argue that even kids benefit from hearing, âItâs okay to be the odd one out.â every now and then. If âgroup acceptanceâ is a need for human survival, then, my follow-up question would be âat what cost?â. At some point, youâre not living; youâre performing. And if youâre performing⊠is that even life? At what cost? Life eventually presents us with choices, big ones. And each path comes with a cost. Most people choose the path that keeps them safe within the group, and a brave few choose the path that keeps them true to themselves. Donât get it twisted! Sometimes âthe groupâ is society, and âWhat will people say?â becomes the chief decision-maker. I donât care which path you choose (okay, maybe I do, and thatâs why Iâm writing). But letâs be honest, what truly is the cost of choosing acceptance over authenticity? You lose original thinking. You lose your convictions and values (did you really have them to begin with?). You lose personal identity. The people who accept you? Theyâre accepting a counterfeit version of you. Which means their acceptance is counterfeit too; because it depends on your performance. At some point, you have to ask yourself if youâre here to truly live, or just want to continue the act for the rest of your life. âBut I donât want to be the Bad Guyâ Iâve heard the above statement a lot and honestly, I think at this point, we have to redefine what the âbad guyâ means. These days, it means âthe person whoâs thinking contrary to othersâ. Like, how can saying no to something you donât want, or stating your true opinions, make you bad? đ€ŠđŸââïž It just makes you honest! Youâd hear people say âI knew that was a terrible idea, but I just kept quiet so as not to be the bad guyâ. Spoiler alert: You are the bad guy. Keeping quiet made you the bad guy. Lying made you the bad guy. Dishonesty made you the bad guy. Youâd often find this if you lead companies or teams. Teammates saying âI knew this design made no sense, but I didnât want to be the bad guy, so I kept quietâ. Sir. Maâam. You are the bad guy đ Thereâs another layer to this I think Iâve also come across a lot, even with myself. People donât want to be wrong! And because of that, theyâd rather keep quiet. If Iâm wrong, then Iâll look stupid. If I look stupid, then no one will like me. Wait, are we right back at acceptance? Iâm constantly learning that itâs okay to be wrong, and that should never stop me from voicing my opinions. Itâs hard sometimes, but we can all try. Practice saying âAh! I was wrong about that, I see it nowâ. Try it for 7 days straight, it works wonders I assure you đ Being wrong means you learn, and you get wiser. Accepting it means you give others the permission to be comfortable with being wrong also. Now, howâs that for a reward for being the âbad guyâ? Hard Decisions I wonât pretend I donât struggle with decisions. I do. We all do. But Iâve learned to ask myself why a decision feels hard. Is it hard because it will hurt someone you love? Because youâll lose favour? Because youâre used to being the âgood guyâ? Because you hate confrontation? Because you want to be liked? If the answer leads back to âI donât want to lose acceptance,â and not âthis is the right thing for a greater good,â then you know exactly what to do. Some things wonât be worth it in the long run. So, live, donât perform! Ah, that sounded like a good quote đ Live life, donât perform! Abiodun Olowode, November 28, 2025 Maybe itâs letting go of someone in your company (even if everyone loves them). Maybe itâs ending a relationship. Maybe itâs standing up for yourself. Whatever it is, if you know itâs the right thing, forget being liked. Be brave and do the thing. It pays off. Recovering Your True Self Iâve struggled with many decisions in the past, but every time I chose the path that ensured I didnât lose my true self, even though painful at the time because I feared losing love? I grew! Ten fold! What did I gain? Peace of mind. A clear conscience. Pride when I looked in the mirror. And the people who were in my life? I was sure they loved me for who I was and that was enough. You can start by: Stating Your Opinions People may disagree. Thatâs fine. But at least they know where you stand. You can go along with something you disagree with, and this is called the disagree and commit principle. However, itâs very different from false agreement. Not Going Where Youâd Rather Not Be Your bed is a beautiful place. Feel free to sleep. If you donât want to be somewhere, and itâs not the right place for you, donât go. Seek self-validation first Ask yourself: Does doing this make me respect myself more or less? Choose the path that lets you admire who you see in the mirror. I know todayâs piece may read like a rant (maybe it is). But Iâm sure thereâs some truth in it. Take what resonates, and trash the rest. Iâm just stating my opinions, while encouraging you to do same đ The End? If you read my work often, youâre probably thinking, âWhy isnât she quoting an ex-colleague today?â hehe Errrm⊠do I have something? Ah! Looks like I do (sorry to disappoint you đ«Ł) Someone I wasnât afraid to tell last year that he was an addict, proudly told me this week, without me asking that he quit smoking đđŸ Iâm not saying go out there spraying your opinions on people, or being a dick and shouting, âAB said I could.â Please, I did not send you anywhere đđŸ All I said was⊠ActuallyâI forget (scratches head) Feel free to read the piece again đ€Ș Tilâ next week, adios amigos â€ïž
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We Love Pain! (Seriously?)
Nov 21 ⯠Hey, before you crucify me, let me crucify myself â Yes, I know: in my last piece, I said this week, weâd talk about the counterfeit currency of being liked. And yet here you are, staring at a post about pain đŹ How dare I? I promise Iâm not a fraud đ Over the last few days, Iâve been hit with a flurry of emotions â mountain-high highs and gutâpunch lows, that pushed me to see pain in a completely new light. When I sat down to write this morning, it felt selfish not to share this shift in perspective with you, especially because itâs already bringing me massive clarity. And as the benevolent soul that I am, here I am talking to you about⊠pain. No need to thank me. What am I here for? Youâre welcome đ The âWe love Painâ Slogan I worked at Factorial for three years and in 2023, during our Christmas party, one of the cofounders had us yell: âWe love Pain!â. This wasnât a new slogan â anyone whoâd been around the company for a while would know it. The first time I heard it, my reaction was: âYou and who, please?â. I donât love pain. I love the soft life. As Nigerians would say: âI did not come to this life to suffer.â Why on earth would anyone love pain? Funny enough, I was chatting with an ex-colleague last Friday (yes, I know this seems to be a recurring theme in my posts. Please, itâs not my fault you ghost everyone you ever worked with when you leave⊠or is it the other way round? đ). He casually made reference to it. You see, pain could actually equal coins. You just need to see it the right way. The PainCoinful End of My Week So, this week, at Metrifox, a business began a 14-day free trial. They transferred their customer data (a few for a start), and set up their features and offerings. They also set up entitlements for several plans so we would help them track usage, and bill their customers. I was elated! Elated is an understatement. I was over the moon. The only thing I didnât do was my catwalk dance (donât ask, just move on). They quickly began to give feedback on a few extra functionalities that could smoothen their workflow, nothing too serious. As at yesterday, checking the back-office, they had 35 customers and had processed 18 orders. Not bad at all for someone whoâs on trial And then⊠the pain began. We begin to receive pings on our error monitoring channel. Whatâs happening? I check the server, and đł Whereâs my database? Rails, what do you mean you couldnât find my database? It definitely wasnât stolen. While Iâm figuring things out, I check my phone. The client had pinged us to ask why the app was slow. I apologize and say weâre looking into it, but in reality, Iâm maybe freaking out. Why? Thanks for asking. Because, I had just caught a glimpse of what the issue could have been, considering our queue processes were dying too. Mind you, it had nothing to do with his 35 customers and 18 orders đ Anyways, I restart the pod, we increase the memory for our queues, and⊠phew!⊠the app comes back online. But the underlying problem? Letâs just say it left me in premium tears. Iâll spare you the full technical jargon, but the bottom line: we may have to extract a part of the app into its own service. Itâs not critical to the core app in terms of functionality and client interaction, but itâs the most memory-hungry part of what we do. If you know me, youâd know I dislike microservices. I love to go the path of a monolith until I donât have a choice, and Iâm not the only one. Someone was so upset by microservices they had to write about why itâs bad for your mental health. Just thinking about that option had me in severe pain đ Weâre at a point where companies are signing up, and hitting us up for demos. âThis is the last thing I needâ, I thought to myself. I was wrong In reality though, thinking about it later, this is exactly what I need. This is the best time for this to have happened. Going through this now, and solving this problem (no matter how painful implementing the optimal solution could be), would further make our app resilient, keep us grounded and me?, Iâd learn a ton more. Do you know what else would happen? That pain would turn into coins. Hehe. More resilience means more trust, happier customers, and ultimately, more revenue. I may have gone to bed dreading the next few days, but I woke up today genuinely excited for them. Count your coins Whatever pain youâre going through can be reframed. Whatever seems so difficult right now, you can ask yourself: whatâs the light at the end of the tunnel? Begin to get excited about that light, not depressed about the pain. Make up your mind to put in the work required to get you to that end so you can count your coins baby! đ° Mind you, the client pinged me last night to say they were moving to the next phase of their integration: migrating their customer subscriptions to our platform. Looks like it wasnât so bad after all Anyways, amigos, talk to you next week. AndâŠ. donât forget to stay counting đđŸ
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Maybe you're just a necessary evil đ€·đœââïž
Nov 14 ⯠The conversation that made me smile all day On Monday this week, as soon as I woke up, I remembered that my extended family had agreed over the weekend to contribute some money towards a specific project. I immediately sent my share to my brother, who is basically the familyâs unofficial tax collector. A few seconds later, I received a WhatsApp message from him đđŸ He could have chosen to send a generic message saying he received the money. However, he chose humour and light-heartedness. That single choice created a feeling of gratitude in me, gave me cause to smile during the day when the conversation randomly crossed my mind, and most importantly, made me wonder â Does my presence in other peopleâs lives spark a similar feeling? Or am I just⊠a necessary evil? We often confuse obligation with true appreciation. When someone shows up to a call with us, invites us for dinner, or reaches out to have a conversation, is it because they genuinely want to, or because they have to? Are they looking forward to that experience with us or really, they donât have a choice? Well, I wondered. What group do I fall into? No cap, I too would love to be the reason someone smiles randomly during their day đ This is business: Be realistic! Sometimes, you have to be a douchebag (or so we think) Exactly a month ago, our PM at Metrifox handed in her notice. She got another job and tripled her salary. I am genuinely proud of her. Today is her last day and Iâm working on the agenda for our Friday catch-up, which weâre dedicating to bidding her farewell and celebrating her. Last week, I asked everyone to come prepared with their speeches. Iâm sure someone will mention her pineapple fried rice⊠I digress. Preparing my speech caused me to think more about relational impact. Is she excited to be finally free of us? Or is she grateful for her time here? In the reverse too, am I grateful for her, or am I just relieved sheâs someone elseâs responsibility now? Sometime last month, an ex-colleague sent me a message about the companyâs celebratory reaction to a co-workerâs announcement that they were leaving. But hereâs the funny part: that person was incredibly effective at his job. He got shit done. His product analysis? Always solid. He came off as rude or brash sometimes, but honestly, whenever I was in meetings with him, I knew I had to bring my A-game and mediocrity wouldnât fly. Thinking again about my PM whoâs leaving. Yes, Iâve disagreed with her on quite a number of occasions. This is business. Iâm not here to protect feelings; Iâm here to make sure we thrive, not merely stay afloat. But is there a middle ground? Is there a way to be firm, demand excellence, be a no-nonsense person, and⊠not be a douche bag? Or should I just accept that leadership requires being the necessary evil more often than not and thatâs okay? Is there a world where despite our disagreements, she still leaves grateful for our interactions? ErmmmmâŠ. I like to believe there is. And if thatâs not the case yet, that only means I havenât found that balance. The onus is on me to find it if I want to build a company that truly thrives. To me, thriving isnât just about making money, itâs about making money with people who genuinely want to keep making that money with you, because working with you leaves their day better in many ways. Who cares about being liked? Thereâs every possibility that after reading this piece, someone would start thinking, âOkay⊠so how do I become more likeable?â Please donât! This has nothing to do with being liked. And thatâs exactly why my next piece is going to be about the counterfeit currency of being liked. If youâd like to be notified, well⊠you know what to do đđŸ This is about adding a sprinkle of sunlight to the days of those you interact with. Becoming the kind of person who naturally brings something to the table in a way that inspires others to grow or genuinely makes their burden lighter, withoutâŠ.. you guessed rightâŠbeing a douchebag. You can do all of the above and more, and still not be liked. The human race is funny like that. You canât afford to count on affection as the measure of your impact. Affection is soooo unpredictable! Mmmmm⊠that sounded so good we need to make it a quote! Affection is so unpredictable, you canât afford to count on it as the measure of your impact. Abiodun Olowode, Nov 2025 Instead, be more conscious in your interactions. Work towards leaving people in a better state than you met them (or at least donât leave them worse đ« ). In some cases, this would require you telling a painful truth in the gentlest way possible (Iâm still working on this đ), and thatâs okay. We can do this! đȘđŸ âTil next week (my subscribers know why thatâs crossed out đ). Donât be a douchebag đđŸ
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Who puts rice in a pineapple?
Nov 14 ⯠I did say to myself in the 1st week of September, after the launch of Metrifox that Iâll make a Youtube video every week to document my journey as CTO and Co-founder. Oh, how easy that was! Guess how many videos Iâve made so far? Two!!! đ. I made the first one that week talking about the 8hr call before the Metrifox launch, and the second one a month later, talking about my Budapest/Bucharest airport saga. I swear, I thought it will be easy to do. In my head, all I had to do was take my phone, hit the record button and say my piece as to what was going on that week with us. Who needed to do a retake? I wouldnât need to appear really good on camera, after all this wasnât a fashion show. And because I want to be honest and sincere, we wonât be making any cuts. Just a truly unfiltered video about life as a builder. Oh, how wrong I was! Between meetings with engineers and the product team, trying to iterate fast, serving as the core backend engineer, hopping on calls with potential clients who want custom pricing breakdowns and endless features, and having two kids to care for⊠making a video about my week quickly became the last thing on my mind. Mind you, this is not the first time Iâd try to start making Youtube videos and fail woefully. I tried about a year ago, but the work required was just too much I quit. Yeah right, you can say Iâm just making excuses and I was never really a serious person (maybe youâre right). But hey, when I give excuses, itâs fine, but when someone else does, itâs sheer incompetence. The world is not fair, I know, donât blame me for it đ Why are we even here? Because writing is so much easier!! You donât have to look âpresentableâ. You donât have to redo the whole thing if something doesnât come out right (thank you, backspace). You donât have to make sure you get it right the first time. Brah, you can always edit after publishing, and if itâs so bad, then you can just hide the piece đ So, what have I been up to? The funny thing is my weeks are often so crazy I canât remember what I did at the start of the week. Nevertheless, every Friday, we have our catch-up meetings where we play games, have fun and try to decompress. Recently, I started a new challenge: two team members cook a meal, send me pictures before the call, and everyone else votes for which one looks tastier. And yes, we vote purely based on appearance! What? How else would you suggest we voted? You want us to visit their homes and taste it? No thanks, Iâd rather not risk catching diarrhoea on my way home đ The Fried Rice Challenge Last week, the chosen dish was fried rice. When I received the pictures, I was stunned! Wait what? Who brings a bazooka to a knife fight? Yâall be taking this thing to a whole new level. This challenge was dishing out no medals, I didnât think it was this serious! I know youâre wondering, âWhy is AB being so dramatic?â. Well, you will too when you see the photo. Someone put the rice in a pineapple!! A pineapple đ!! At first I thought it was a pineapple shaped plate, and then I looked more closely and lo and behold, it was a real pineapple. It was at that point I remembered! The other contestant had bragged about being a âworld class chefâ. He said he didnât think anyone could beat him. He was the chief of all delicacies, and cooking was his hobby. In that moment, I got it! When youâre faced with that kind of opponent, what do you do? You go the extra mile! You pull in a pineapple if you have to. You donât make excuses like AB about why she canât make videos. You do what no one expects you to do. Needless to say, she won! And by a landslide. I wonât even show you the other plate. đ My Pineapple Moment This is why Iâm now going to do what no one expects me to do. Iâm not going to sit here and pine (pun intended), when I can just take action. Iâm going to ask you to subscribe to my newsletter đđŸ This is so I can keep you updated on whatâs happening with me and Metrifox, even though this is my first post in a long while and you absolutely have no idea if Iâm going to keep up with this, or ghost you for another 3 months đ€Ș But hey, thatâs part of the fun! âTil next time, adios đđŸ
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The Trap of Safety
Nov 07 ⯠I ask more questions than I draw conclusions, so prepare yourself, this post might just end up being a web of unending questions. Nevertheless, I honestly think questions make us think critically, observe the norms, assess our priorities, fears and insecurities, as well as reflect on life in general. Talking about reflections, letâs take a ride! Many a time, weâre comfortable, everything is working, weâre probably exactly where 5 years ago, we dreamed weâll be, we can say for certain that weâre safe. Damn! We have the life weâve always wanted, but why have we begun to feel lately like weâre just going through the motions? Should we be somewhere different? Why does it feel like the light within us keeps dimming? Why do we have to work so hard to ignite the passion that once drove us like we were an electric powered car? What did we miss, where did we miss it and how can we get it back? These kinds of thoughts are likely to lead us to much deeper and important questions like: Why are we not ready to do something about it? When we want to do something about it, why is our first thought to try harder at the same thing? Could it be because weâre safe here? Look, nothing is really truly broken, why would anyone want to start afresh? Did we want what we should want, not what we really deeply wanted?, and now that weâve got it, weâre miserable? Was the joy we had short-lived because it came from the achievement of a goal, not from a deep sense of fulfilment? Mmmmmm, questions, questions, questions! Letâs talk about safety. Many of us like predictability, we like that we know exactly whatâs going to happen and when its going to happen, and this gives us stability, and in turn makes us feel safe. We then go ahead and prioritize this stability over true joy. We say âthis is supposed to make me happyâ, and we intend that by saying it, it will make us happy. What a joke! Iâm not going against the fact that for some, achieving this stability does bring joy, and going through the motions is exactly what they live for. For some others though, this is not the case! Thereâs a burning desire within to do something different, be somewhere different, explore the depths of a calling towards something that really fulfils them, and even though they have stability where they are, it ends up not being enough. For these folks, safety has become a trap. The fact that they can say âitâs safe hereâ, prevents them from going elsewhere. They give excuses like âCanât you see how old I am?â, âI have achieved a lot here, it will be stupid to go off and do my own thing!â, âI built something beautiful here and even though it doesnât serve my joy anymore, I love my legacy, and so Iâll stick with it!â, âDamn! This pays the billsâ. Think about the painter who never went painting because he had a WallStreet job that paid his bills, even though he hated it. The singer who never sang because, well, theyâre a software developer and they have a family to care for. The builder who never went on to bricklaying because he flies planes and itâs a pretty cool job with lots of prestige. Did they sacrifice exhilarating joy and boundless fulfilment just so they could play it safe? At the end of their lives, would they be satisfied and proud, beating their chests at a job well done, or asking âWhat if ?â Honestly, I donât know. Sometimes, the sacrifice is worth it, and sometimes itâs not. The most important thing is that weâre asking the question âIs it really cozy here, or am I trapped?â. A cat in a cozy cage