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 So, today 14th November 2020, I clocked 0b11000


Yea, the value “0b11000” is my real age in binary numbers - I mean BASE 2, so you have to convert it back to BASE 10 to get the actual age.


Of-course, you were NOT(!) expecting me to tell you my age just like that? 😋


You have to work for it. 😂


Any Who.. In addition 


Many #Thanks to the INSTITUTE OF INFORMATION MANAGEMENT (IIM) for the HONOR & PRIVILEDGE for the anticipated +1 FELLOWSHIP Award scheduled for today at Merit House in FCT – Abuja. 🙏🥰


Apologies for MISSING THE INDUCTION as planned, as you know the cute BLACK, sorry I mean the cute INDIGO man will always live to earn that SPECIAL trophy another day! 🙏🥰


Any Who..


FIIM Trophy STATUS is NOT(!) UPDATED for Now();


BUT Age +1 STATUS was UPDATED Successfully!


Never Stop . Never Settle . Still Counting . Always Counting . Everything Counts.. 


Thank you. 🙏🥰


#AderogbaOtunla #NeverStopNeverSettle #StillCounting #AlwaysCounting #EverythingCounts

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