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When Nursery Rhymes Grew Up: HUMPTY DUMPTY
<h1><strong>Humpty Dumpty</strong></h1><p><br/></p><p>Humpty wasn’t always “Humpty Dumpty.”</p><p><br/></p><p>Once upon a time, he was simply <strong>Humphrey Damilola Thompson</strong> — a brilliant young man who rose too fast in a city where people barely survive, not to talk of succeed.</p><p><br/></p><p>He was smart. Strategic. Unbreakable… or so he thought.</p><p><br/></p><p>In less than six years, Humphrey had gone from sharing a one-room apartment with three other hustlers to sitting on the board of a fast-growing tech logistics company. Interviews here. Awards there. Soft life everywhere.</p><p><br/></p><p>People said he was an inspiration.</p><p><br/></p><p>Humphrey preferred another word: <strong>self-made</strong>.</p><p><br/></p><p>And because he believed he was self-made, he slowly became <strong>self-contained</strong>.</p><p><br/></p><p>He stopped listening.</p><p>Stopped asking questions.</p><p>Stopped keeping people around who could challenge him.</p><p><br/></p><p>He built his own wall.</p><p><br/></p><p>A very high one.</p><p><br/></p><p>The higher he climbed, the smaller everyone else looked. Old friends became “noise.” Warnings became “jealousy.” Advice became “disrespect.”</p><p><br/></p><p>Humpty Dumpty had found his wall… and he loved the view.</p><p><br/></p><p>Until the contracts became careless.</p><p>The decisions became rushed.</p><p>The shortcuts became normal.</p><p><br/></p><p>It only took one audit.</p><p><br/></p><p>One email.</p><p><br/></p><p>One meeting he walked into smiling… and walked out of empty.</p><p><br/></p><p>Investors pulled out.</p><p>Partners denied knowing him.</p><p>Headlines changed tone.</p><p><br/></p><p>The same internet that once celebrated him now studied his downfall like entertainment.</p><p><br/></p><p>Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.</p><p><br/></p><p>He tried everything.</p><p><br/></p><p>Apologies.</p><p>PR teams.</p><p>Rebrands.</p><p>Motivational quotes.</p><p>Public tears.</p><p>Private begging.</p><p><br/></p><p>But some falls don’t break your image.</p><p><br/></p><p>They break <strong>you</strong>.</p><p><br/></p><p>No amount of money could buy back his credibility.</p><p>No amount of connections could rebuild his confidence.</p><p>No amount of noise could silence the shame.</p><p><br/></p><p>All the king’s horses were influence.</p><p>All the king’s men were lawyers, media teams, and old “friends.”</p><p><br/></p><p>And yet…</p><p><br/></p><p>They couldn’t put Humpty together again.</p><p><br/></p><p>Because the real damage was not to his business.</p><p><br/></p><p>It was to his <strong>character</strong>.</p><p><br/></p><p>---</p><h3><strong>TwoCents Reflection</strong></h3><blockquote>Some people don’t fall because they are attacked.<br/>They fall because they climbed beyond accountability.<br/>Walls are dangerous places to build your identity.<br/>They are high enough to impress people…<br/>and high enough to destroy you.<br/>Success without humility is just a longer route to a louder crash.</blockquote><p><br/></p><p><br/></p>

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