This is especially for those who find themselves in cities where you practically have to struggle for almost everything to survive..
I can eat gala and lacasera anytime i'm hungry in traffic.I nor dey look face.
Oya,lets hear your own hustling quality.

you don mara finally

...anytime a conductor tries to play me wayo inside bus,i can swing from a complete gentle-lady to a crazy woman in that instant!

^Worrrrd!

A friend of mine called to say he was not far from where the bomb blasts were in Abj. He said 'God saved me o!'
I said 'If you die ehn, you fall ma hand. Upon all the advice I give you... Will you get your arse back to school?! We have exams on Monday!'

I ain't doing nuffin now,I 'm bored,so I ma type away.Back in ma undergrad days, I had to teach on a per lecture basis,in 3 GCE lecture centres(was paid between 80 to 120 naira per lecture).I used to write GCE exams as a mercenery (used to earn 5k to 10k),never got much customers for jamb runs.If I see for sale sign on any item by the road side,I'll walk up to d owner and negotiate a deal,hope to get a buyer,and ma own commission-t'was usually dirty,people always try na cut u out of d deal.When internet scam was introduced in ma school and hood,I taught myself how to use a computer and d internet,then I started dealing in credit card runs,didn't really get it,so I concentrated more on my academics.My dad is a polygamist,while I was raised in Mushin,Lagos,by my trader mum.She used to give me 100 naira (30 naira for transport,inclusive) to survive on for 2 weeks.Others too much to mention.Those days were crazy,I was just trying to survive.But,it's okay now,things are getting berra.I own ma own crib,and 2 cars now.