Adaku Nwachinemere Blog

31/07/2025

31/07/2025

Luis Hernández, a 55-year-old man, had once been the proud owner of "La Casa de Sabores," a renowned restaurant in his small town in southern Spain. For years, his business thrived, attracting both tourists and locals. However, as time passed, the economy plummeted, competition grew, and Luis began to lose customers. The mounting debts forced him to make the painful decision to close the restaurant. He put the place up for sale and, over time, stopped visiting his beloved restaurant, focusing instead on his struggles. But one fateful day, a visit to the empty restaurant changed his life forever.
On a cold, rainy night, Luis spotted a disheveled man and his young daughter huddled under a small roof outside the restaurant. Their faces reflected desperation, and something in Luis urged him to act. When he asked what they were doing there, the man, Tomás, explained that they had lost everything—home, work, and hope—and were looking for shelter. Despite his own financial turmoil, Luis couldn’t turn them away. He opened the door to the restaurant, offering them a place to stay, allowing them to find refuge in the kitchen until they could find something better.
Days passed, and Luis, consumed by his personal troubles, didn’t return to the restaurant for a while. But when he did, he was taken aback by a delicious aroma wafting from the kitchen. To his shock, Tomás was cooking with impressive skill, creating exquisite dishes and desserts that rivaled any top chef’s. Tomás explained that he had once worked as a chef at one of the best restaurants in town, but after losing everything, he had ended up on the streets. Realizing the potential of his restaurant, Luis saw that Tomás’s hidden talent could breathe new life into "La Casa de Sabores." Together, they decided to reopen the restaurant, blending Luis’s traditional recipes with Tomás’s creative flair. The reopening became a success, and "La Casa de Sabores" transformed into a symbol of second chances, generosity, and the power of opening one’s heart.
credit goes to the respective owner.

18/07/2025

Ever heard the legend of the engineer who billed $10,000 for a simple repair? It really happened—and the man behind it was Charles Proteus Steinmetz (1865–1923), a true electrical genius.

Here’s what went down: a massive generator at Henry Ford’s River Rouge plant failed, and Ford’s own team of experts couldn’t pinpoint the issue. Enter Steinmetz. He showed up with just a notebook, pen, and a folding cot. For two days and nights, he listened, scribbled complex calculations, and observed every hum and vibration.

Finally, he climbed the generator with chalk, a tape measure, and a ladder. After marking a single spot and directing the crew to unwind exactly 16 turns of wire from that precise point, the generator roared back to life—good as new.

A few days later, Ford received Steinmetz’s invoice: \$10,000. Surprised, he asked for an itemized bill. Steinmetz responded:

* “Placing the chalk mark: $1
* Knowing where to place it: $9,999”

Ford paid without question—and that tiny invoice has become a timeless reminder that expertise is priceless. 🔧⚡️

17/07/2025

The Perfect Symphony:

The dancing bushes sway,
In harmony, a gentle way,
Their branches whisper, soft and low,
A symphony, as the winds blow.

The wind's gentle touch, a guiding hand,
Orchestrates the dance, across the land,
With invisible force, it shapes the scene,
A masterpiece, of nature's serene.

The wind whispers secrets, as they play,
Their beauty is a dance, each day,
A subtle artistry, so fine and rare,
A treasure to behold, beyond compare.

The wind's sweet breath, that brings to life,
The dancing bushes, in joyous strife,
A fleeting moment, pure and true,
A dance of wonder, born anew.

— Adaku Nwachinemere, 2025. Excerpt fom
Symphonic Ballads.

This poem is inspired by the invisible forces that sbape our lives. Really nothing succeeds in isolation, while we may think we got there of our own accords, there’s always that invisible hands of help urging us forward like the wind pushing the trees to dance without which the tree might never know it has it in him to dance. Just like the man with talent who knows nothing about business partnering with the man who knows how to turn talent to cash and scale up..

This poem was Written sitting on this hotel Portia in Bonny Island overlooking the shorelines of the deep sea 🌊 as the sun sets into a golden blaze and takes a dip. An excerpt from an unpublished work “symphonic Ballards”.

Its Characters includes a four Stanzas and a consistent rythme Scheme

Focus on nature (dancing bushes, wind)

Descriptive language (gentle way, soft and low, serene)

Emphasis on harmony and beauty

Use of metaphor (wind's guiding hand)

Lyrical tone and rhythm

Perfect Symphony evoke a sense of wonder and appreciation for nature's beauty and the invincible helping hand for mankind

14/07/2025

🥛 "When I was six, Mom poured water in my milk…"
That was the moment I knew.
We weren’t just poor.
We were hanging by a thread.

I came home from school, hungry.
Mom smiled — that quiet, tired smile mothers wear when they’re hiding pain.
She filled my cup… but I saw it.
She mixed the milk with water — just to make it last the week.
She said she’d already eaten.
She lied.

That’s how I grew up.
No TV. Rats in the kitchen.
No clue who Zidane was — just nodding when kids at school talked football.
Smiling while they laughed at my accent.
At my shoes. At me.

But even in that broken world,
my parents believed in me.
They worked double shifts, carried me to training.
They gave everything… so I could dream.

So when I stepped onto that World Cup field?
I played with rage.
With hunger.
With every insult, every cold night, every lie my mother told to protect me.

One day I asked my dad,
“When should I go pro?”
He didn’t even blink:
“Sixteen.”

I believed him.
At sixteen, I begged my coach for a shot.
I promised goals.
Seventy-six goals in thirty-four games.
Wearing my dad’s old boots.

From then on, I didn’t want to be good.
Not even great.
I wanted to be the greatest Belgian footballer of all time.

— Romelu Lukaku

🔥 When your hunger is real, you don’t make excuses.
You make history.

06/05/2025

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I’ve got huge respect for the Japan Youth Global Summit! Empowering the next generation of thought leaders is crucial for a brighter future 🌏💡 Can’t wait to see the impact you’ll make as we join hands in shaping the world we’d be proud to leave behind

18/04/2025

Ex executive governor of abia state the man who gave the face lift it needed. He said football is the only sports that units Nigeria 🇳🇬 we could as well sale it as a tangible product and that was what he did. The man who turned Bende LGA into a masterpiece. And now he is going about building peace. 🇳🇬🇺🇸🇯🇵🇰🇷🌍

16/02/2025

Yesterday I had faith, today I know I can move mountains, confident in the fact that God who began this good works in me will will neither sleep nor slumber! Happy birthday Dr. Adaku Nwachinemere epitome of grace and favour.

30/11/2024

All the GLORY must be unto the LORD!
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23/11/2024

Join me on the redcarpet for an exciting with the queens 👸 an evening for the powered by the miss Steph foundation.. always a pleasure

01/10/2024

It’s almost that time of the year

05/08/2024

Here are some Olympic facts about the 54-Year Marathon 😁

Shizo Kanakuri (1891 – 1983) was a Japanese marathon runner who holds the Guinness World Record for the longest time to complete a marathon.

Kanakuri was the first Japanese athlete to qualify for the Olympics. He disappeared during the marathon in the 1912 Stockholm games when, about sixteen miles into the race, an exhausted Kanakuri left the course and stumbled into a garden party, where he drank orange juice for an hour.

Embarrassed by his failure, he silently returned to Japan without notifying race officials. A Swedish reporter discovered him working as a geography teacher in Southern Japan. In 1967, Swedish Television offered him the chance to complete his marathon. On March 20, 1967, he finished the marathon. His official time was 54 years 8 months 6 days 5 hours 32 minutes 20.3 seconds.