YouAreNotAlonE:


don't get me wrong madame.
I'm not saying you should invest your whole life, but it's advisable to gather up first.
I still flex on weekends, sometimes I visit this nice eatery named Kilimanjaro in IB. I also visit other nice places, but not all the time.

I spend wisely, I want to gather to invest. To attain financial freedom, hope you get me now.

You only attain financial freedom by how much you have invested for your self. My believe though.

I'll keep working hard smart, investing, building connections and having fun. On my way to attaining financial freedom.
See you at the top

Food for thought, nice one brother. I like this your positive way of thinking, nice one fam

Mercychen:
No amount of money is ever enough because the more the income, the more your expenses and the more you'll want to improve your standard of living. All these end up gulping your finances, making your income insufficient at the end of the day. hence the need for a higher income. That is why the rich still hustle despite all they have.

Money is never enough at any level you find yourself.

My sister na God dey help person.

YouAreNotAlonE:
Honestly family men, women, stay at home moms how are you guys coping in these current harsh economy? The other day a particular woman that in my neighbourhood met me, that she and her children haven't had anything to eat after her husband payed house rent . I had to shell out 7k to give her, you needed to see how she was praying for me. Honestly how do you cope?

The key to surviving this brutal economy is to have an extra stream of income, please if you are a stay at home mom. Think of something doing please the economic situation now doesn't permit sitting at home, look at how gas is on the high side. If you also have a job, please get something to do that would give you an extra income. It ain't easy and I know it, but please if you are privileged to have extra time unlike some of us who only have Saturday and Sunday to ourselves. Please do not abuse it.

Honestly Covid taught me a lesson I will never forget in a long time, that was when I told myself that I must get something doing that will give me an extra stream of income.

Please learn something I know there are a lot of scammers out there posing as online tutors, but if you see something you feel it's legit. Don't dull yourself jump on it, but please avoid all these investment scheme if you don't have the mind for it.


Let me conclude my write-up thus, please learn a skill. It could be coding, mini-importation, marketing, SEO, freelancing skills, anything that is of value. It's Important because the way our country is heading only God and what you know can help you.

My brother aswr skill is important, God bless you for this piece.

crackhaus:
Such an anticlimactic end to what seemed like a great story.

So you're now irresponsible, this is what you've been trying to tell us...

Wonderful

I'm not irresponsible like that, I just became more relaxed with life, forget those places I said that I was okay and all. I just masked the horrible experiences, so it wouldn't seem I'm looking for sympathy from viewer's.

Bro I experienced a lot Omo, things that I can't even talk about. Those girls were growing, I had to buy clothes, pay school fees, buy books Omo. It wasn't easy at all. Sometimes I soaked garri or eat Maggi rice with oil, after paying school fees and still saving money at the same time.
Forget I said I got help from my mom's siblings, it was just once in a while. The only Person who really helped me was my dad's younger brother God bless him.

Seriously I see that success God granted my sister has compensation. But I have decided to take my life more serious. I have had enough rest

Ulunne777:


Get over this mentality.Ngozi okonjo is continuing her fathers name.It is because of her that the Okonjo family is known.

A child is a child

I don't have that mentality that male children are more important.
Well that's society we find ourselves in
It take years before some certain cultures are abolished.
We still practice the OSU caste system can you imagine

2019 came just like that, this year was going on smoothly just like it counterpart 2018. Everything nice and sweet, my 3rd sister graduated from Secondary school, at least this time around. I was able to take her out unlike when my immediate sister graduated. We were all happy, seeing my sister graduate. Fortunately she got a very good WASSCE result, I bought her a itel P31 phone for the good result, big sister on point . After celebrating with us my immediate younger sister went back to Ogbomosho, omo 2019 sweet oh like mad though the economy was harsh on people.
I remember my immediate younger sister asking me for 50k to get herself a system and me sending the money with hesitating or deliberating, that's to tell you how good 2019 was for us. Our 3rd sister wanted to attend OAU, I told her see better stay with your sister in Lautech and graduate. I made her attend lautech because I didn't have money to waste anyhow, besides I wanted her elder sister to keep an eye on her, because she showed waywardness traits . Hence my decision, I knew she happy with my decision but she had no choice. By September I accompanied my baby girl to Ogbomosho to stay with her sister. Though Lautech was having internal issues I think, not really sure. I left in the care of her sister I went back to Lagos the next day.
I was left alone with my last sister at home, who was also already in secondary school. Omo I was just thanking God, for seeing me through that far. My last born really enjoyed, as I always did buy something for her anytime, I'm coming from work. 2019 was sweet honestly.
2019 ended very well, Christmas was too sweet

2020 came with a first bad news, first off I lost my job around march, I still had a decent savings of over 100k. I had paid off my siblings school fees though before losing my job. What pained me the most was Covid-19 honestly It wasn't funny at all that Covid period, every body was just panicking because of that food price increased. Luckily for me the church I attended reached out to all her members by giving everyone foodstuffs, so I just added more foodstuff to what I had gotten. Honestly the lockdown was more than what I expected it to be, I was no longer sending money to my immediate younger sister again. Well she told me no need for that, because she was into selling VTU online, according to her she uses the system I bought for her to do.

By September I have almost exhausted my savings I had less than 15k left, no work just visiting Nairaland, eating and sleeping this period was when I discovered that Sabinus guy and I really liked his comedy. One morning still in September, my immediate younger sister called me to send my account number, I remember asking her in my mother's dialect if she collected benefit, if you remember benefit boys reigned that period , we laughed it off. Like play like play this small girl sent me 100k, I immediately called to ask her how she made this money. she explained to me she was doing something called smart contract this crypto stuff and she also said she made money selling data during the lock-down.
I was happy that my sister too was doing okay for herself, with the money she sent I quickly stock up again.

October came with end police brutality protest, I remember creating a twitter account because of the protest. But sadly 20-10-20 we lost some of our brothers and sisters, in a cold blooded massacre that was so painful and traumatic experience, those heroes would never be forgotten.
2020 was really a memorable year for us as country and as individuals a lot of things happened, but thank you God survived that year

2021 came like a thief in the night, well my sister's came home from Ogbomosho. I was happy to see them. 2021 was also good for me, we had been able to offset our mothers debts completely. My sister was doing well in her online work.
Honestly as at now I have become lazy, no longer looking job. I've been at home since last year, though my sister Isn't happy about that. She even did buy me a system early 2021 to join fiverr that popular freelancing site and paid for me to learn a digital skill. I learnt blogging and domain flipping though, So far I have only made $200 from what I learnt . But I'm so unbothered because my sister do send me money for upkeep . This girl sends me money as though I was her mother
Of late I have become highly irresponsible. 2021 I have really enjoyed the year so far from my favorite musician winning Grammy (burna boy), to my sisters doing okay I sincerely enjoyed the year so far.
The only problem so far is my irresponsibility

That concludes the end of my story. Don't give up, keep pushing you will get there

https://www.nairaland.com/6823386/travails-girl-child-story

Well that's the link to part 1 if you did miss it. In the part one I was just briefly sharing few unfortunate incidence that made accept responsibility at an early age.
Look I'm not sharing for sympathy as some of you think .
I titled the story travails because, I had never taught in my life I would become a woman overnight from being a small girl . Seriously speaking it was tiring, though I did get occasional help from my mom's siblings and a steady allowance from my dad's youngest brother, it wasn't enough. But I'm grateful to all of them for what they did.

A big shout to all breadwinners out there you guys are doing a great job, it ain't easy. That's why I do not bother people with anything I pass through, at an early age I had lost hope depending on people. I'll tell you why.
A funny coincidence happened, at the time my sister gained admission. One of my cousins from my mother side got a job at Mobil as an engineer, his mom told me he was posted to bonny Island. I called just to congratulate him, as this guy picked the call baba started telling me he hasn't gotten salary yet . I was angry but I still said my congratulations though, not as if I had asked him for money before. My rapport was always with his mom, since then I told myself not depend on people. I never called him again since then, not because of grudges but out of self respect.


To my story, well I cannot blame our cultures and tradition for preferring male children, actually male children continue legacies that's the truth. I never really did talk about my grandfather, well that was a good, gentle and easy going man, maybe because of old age. When my grandmother and her opportunist children evicted us, well he couldn't do much though as he was an old man and his wife had turn all the children against him expect his last born. So, he couldn't do much. He was a successful farmer, he farmed cash crops and other edibles.

When we got evicted he could not do much as I said earlier, but he made it a duty to send foodstuffs to us through his last born, my fathers death broke him too. Because aside the last-born, my father was also not lazy or against him like the others. It must have been tiring for the old man, Imagine giving birth to 8 children and only two just like you. The last-born whenever he visited always told us tales of how the old man was maltreated in his own house, can you imagine. My grandfather died two years later after my dad's death, I'm sure it's because of those maltreatment meted out towards him that made him die so quickly.
To men out there I pray God blesses you with a good wife and kind-hearted children to enjoy old age, not only do we have evil women we also have evil men too. To ladies out there, I also pray you are blessed with a loving husband and kind-hearted children..


Yes where did I stop in part 1 . I said I escorted my sister to her school right. Okay so we cleaned her room and did all necessary thing. I stayed with her for 4 days, I took permission from work and I entrusted the care of my two siblings in the hands of a trusted neighbor in my street. At this time my 3rd sister was already 14 so she was old enough to at least boil rice and warm the stew I made for her and her younger one, the neighbor watching over was just there to just look out for them. I wanted my sister to be working while schooling, so we went job hunting together, luckily we saw where they needed sales girls. The shop was being run by a man and his wife they were into bulk sales of Recharge card, Recharge pin, VTU and did run POS service, this man agreed to accept her. The pay was 8k per month he also allowed her attend lectures. Leaving Ogbomosho I was relived to know an extra cost of monthly allowance for my sister has been settled.

2017 was sweet, I already been able to pay offset a certain amount of my mothers debt before December, her debt was now less than 600k (No cap God will bless those cooperative community leaders for being lenient on me ). Yeah I was able do that, if you remember I said in part 1 I said I got a better paying job 30k per month yes that was an equivalent of 360k a year aside tips from workplace and the monthly stipends (20k) I got from my dads youngest brother.
Coupled with my super saving skills , though earning up to that it wasn't enough I won't lie, but I was grateful to God for life.
Festive season's came quickly celebration was lit, remember that my cousin in bonny Island. He came home so his mom invited us to celebrate the festive period with them.

2k18 was already here fast. We all looked forward to the good things the year had in store for us. The surprise that 2018 brought was when I got a gig to do an ushering job in February at big underground event in Lagos for 4 days. All we are to do is serve people food during the event, show them where to sit, carry their bags and other stuff's like that, we were 15 in total 5 guys and 10 girls for this job. I was paid 100,000 for those 4 days, I was very happy. I decided applying for a prepaid meter with 70k out of the money, I was tired of nepa useless unnecessary bill. Well that turned out to be a decision I regretted ( I eventually got my meter late November).

Honestly 2018 was lit, sweet beautiful and interesting, a lot did happen. My dads younger brother got married, I was happy for him. That man really tired, but before he got married he called aside to tell I shouldn't be expecting any stipend from him, because of the expenses that came with marriage. I told him not worry that It was fine, but he did promise to still send to us. I could not blame him because he had his life to live, but I surprised him on his wedding day by supporting with a souvenir. Though what I bought was not much, but he was happy and he respected me more for that. 2018 was sweet seriously, lautech striked around November that year. My sister visited us briefly, 2018 was lit. This year I got's lots of gigs, omo I was so happy and grateful to God. I had up to 350k in savings, I was able to offset 200k out my mothers debts. I was proud of myself and also optimistic about the coming year.

bukatyne:
@AmazonianLady:

I pray that God would give you a husband that would be your resting place.

Not financial rest per se but emotional rest: one who would cherish you, pamper you, love you, not stress you nor serve you breakfast.

I also pray He will give you the discernment to know and cherish that man when he comes.

I also pray same for your sisters.

I am interested in finishing the story.

Thank you, but the kain tin wey experience. I no dey depend on people again, people are passing through a lot. So it's best not to burden anyone but find solution .

beautyhd:
I don't know who started the nonsense that without a male child; a man has lost it all.

Stories like this break my heart.

I don't blame them actually, look at it when all my sisters get married now. There would be no-one to continue my father's legacy.
So I don't blame anyone, just pray not find yourself in such situation.

Akwamkpuruamu:
Make I perch here fess.

I don't like reading emotional scripts as this, now I'm crying alone by this time of the night. By that 2010 you finished secondary school, I de NYSC dat time. You don make me see how u suffered.

But make I ask u, what's ur tribe

senior brother. Those good old days when our economy was still good

JeffreyJunior:
I'm mad and happy at your mum after reading this pathetic story.

First, why would she give up everything for the wicked family just like that when she was duly married to your dad with four kids? Statutorily wedded or not, she was his wife and you girls were his kids who should inherit his properties, not those heartless opportunists.

I get it that she was scared of fighting them because of her kids but she could've atleast tried. Ministry of Women Affairs was there and there were NGOs that could've supported her struggles against those wicked folks. Some private individuals could also have helped. However I believe she did what she thought was best for you all.

Now here is the good part. I love that woman for focusing on the most important thing you guys needed which was housing. She was a lioness for building a house upon the unfavourable condition she found herself. God rest her beautiful and strong soul.

You Amazonianlady, let me commend you for growing into a woman so rapidly at such a young age to fill the vaccum daddy and mummy of the house left. I, Jeffrey am so proud of you and I wish you and your lovely sisters all the best this life can offer.

Shalom.

, thanks for the commendation. But I didn't do it alone though, with help also from my mother siblings and other well wishers.

Well I will say my mom had luck, because as that time the economy was still good, to buy land was a cheap to an extent. Building materials were also not expensive as they are today

LilMissFavvy:
The part the mother died brought tears to my eyes, this life is full of ups and downs, one must try to be strong. I admire the OPs courage.

Life happens, keep pushing.

Magnoliaa:
Wow?

Just like that? Tears, pain, sadness...where? Lmao. Looks like a linear plot I could create. Sorry, I don't really believe this? And if they were true, what's travailing as it's relate to a girl or the girl child and life for her here? 'Your' story seem pretty basic and normal to me. Happens everyehere. Naturally...

And how you bounced back. Unlike the ipain dude who's still struggling and distressed and conflicted on carrying out a sara. Your stories have the same trajectory. And his felt more natural and not sensational.

I'm not sharing my story for sympathy. I just passing a message, not give up on your dreams, but to keep pushing

Honestly It was a travail, I had to give going to school. And inherited responsibility at an early age, I would given up. It ain't easy fam.

To all bread winners out there God bless you, you all doing a great job

dawnomike:
It will all end well...

obviously it did, just sharing my story as a motivation

Okay I'm back

So as I was saying, I told my younger sister to learn a trade while I hustled to get enough money for her to go to school. I enrolled her into a nearby hairdressing shop . That period in time that was the hot cake then for girls just leaving secondary school , well this was around 2016. Well I was able to change job I got an higher paying offer job, my job was sales attendant at bar the pay was 30k per month. I worked late till night most times. I left the care of my two younger siblings into the hands of my immediate younger sister, too much responsibilities at that early age made them serious with life , though I hardly check my siblings assignment as I was always busy with work. But I made it a duty to at least engage them in little talks to know what is happening in school, while I was not around, what they did and just engaging them generally.

December finally came, the festive period was lit. I had already saved up enough, though I still got a monthly stipend of 20,000 from my dads brother. I took my sister's out for the festive season, to take ice cream and do little shopping. I spent up to 15,000 taking them out, seeing my siblings happy also made me happy. For a moment I was proud of myself.
The new year finally came, 2017 was finally here, having over 100,000 in savings. I was able to upset some necessary bills, paid school fees did other things I still had pretty up to 40k. I continued my routinely saving, we still had some foodstuffs. Sp, we were good to go.

My sister was enrolled for JAMB I paid for the form, I also ensured she attended the jamb tutorial. My work was sweet as I also got tips from those drinking at the bar asides from my salary , most times I could get up to 5k as tip from different customers. I mostly kept this money, if you knew they way I saved money you would laugh . I always saved as though I will die if I didn't save anything at all.
Jamb results came out my sister got 230 well it wasn't a bad score considering the course she wanted to study, luckily for us she also passed post UTME. Honestly I was even more happier than she was, because her passing post UTME once meant me not spending money twice
She got admitted to lautech, it was a relive and thing of joy seeing my sister going to school, following her too school I was just reminiscing about my life, all that has happened and I was just thanking God everything. Truth is if we were paying house rent I do not if we would ever survive it.

She got a decent apartment (a single room though) outside campus, my uncle paid completely her house rent for a year. Well that reduced the burden from my neck a little bit, my mother siblings also supported us with 60k in total. So I made sure she bought necessary things like foodstuffs, mattress, carpet and other toiletries, she needed. I gave her 10k as pocket money , some of her housemate thought I was her mother Lol.

still typing

Life was always rosy at the beginning, everything was so okay and beautiful. Dad loved me and my siblings as a man should love his family
I remember me and my siblings being driven to school by a personal driver . Weekends were always spent either at fantasy land Ikoyi, Silver-bird gallery or any nice eatery.

Life was indeed sweet, we lived in our personal house. Dad had a very good business, mom was a stay at home wife, though she was a graduate. Life was beautiful I remember every Christmas we always traveled to the village to celebrate the festive season with those at home.
But I will never forget the disdainful look, my mother and sisters always got from my father's mother and some of his siblings. The only people who always seemed happy seeing us was my grand father of blessed memory and their last born, well I never counted anything to their disdainful look. I just assumed them as people who found it difficult to be happy.

The truth behind the disdainful look of theirs finally came to light, when an ugly incidence which changed my life forever happened.
It was a sunny afternoon in 2010 I was 16 years old then, I had just finish my final examinations awaiting my admission to the university. I came back home that afternoon from where I was learning computer, to meet my mom crying profusely with her elder sister trying to console her. I was curious to know what happened, but my mom's elder sister told me a lie that my mom was having a serious back-ache that was why she was crying that way.
But I refuse to buy any of that because I was smarter than that, well I finally got to hear the news that my father died in ghastly accident, the cars and bodies involved in the accident were burnt beyond recognition. When I heard the news it broke me, I didn't know if I should just be sad, or cry my eyes out. I couldn't eat for the rest of the day, while my mom kept being mourning, though my sisters were to young to know what was happening. It was only immediate younger sister who understood what happened, I'm the first born.
The following week rumors had spread like wildfire, people began trooping in and out of the house, to come console us. Different people I haven't seen in my entire life came to console us.

Trouble started when my grandmother and her lazy children came to our house, me being so happy to see them rushed out to greet them only to be pushed aside. The only person who embraced me was their last-born (He is not like those other lazy bastards), only for my grandmother to enter the house to start shouting, saying "Where is that useless woman who can not give her husband a son".
My mum even tired to pacify by greeting her, but this old woman was not having any of it, she started raining curses and abuses on my mother with those my other useless uncle and aunties. She didn't stop until her last born intervened and shut her up, while I walked my mum into her room back, my young uncle came back to apologize to my mum for his mom useless behavior.

Well mama did not stay long, she left the next morning warning us to leave her son's house or the next time she comes it won't be funny for us, after she had left I then asked my mom why that old woman was so aggressive towards us the previous day. She then explained to me how my grandmother never approved of her marriage to my father, to make matters worse my mother only gave birth to girls (4 girls), hence their disdainful look and horrible treatment meted out towards us.
Well we where already running short of cash already, because mom wasn't working as I mentioned earlier so she had to sell her car to get some change in hand, we were managing the saloon car that took me and my siblings to school, when I was still in school. Though we still had three other cars in the compound but they belonged to my dad.

Three months exactly my grandmother came back has promised, we where forcefully evicted out of the house the only tangible thing we took out of the house aside our clothes was that saloon car which we were using as at that time. I remember asking my mum later on why she did not fight, she told me it was pointless as she did not do court wedding so legally she wasn't my fathers wife.
Back to the story, we rented a comfortable size self con. It had a sitting room, single bedroom, kitchen, bathroom and toilet. Our new compound had borehole, the compound was comfortable to an extent. My sisters changed school, I got admission into the university of Ibadan. I had a cousin there already but she was in her final year though, things began to normalize life started becoming sweet again. My mom sold the saloon car to start a cold room business and she also sold soft drinks along with the cold room business, within two years mom had bought a land, she started building small small on it. Yea she did told me she got a land, everything was going fine.

The fourth year after my dad's death I was already 20 years old, mom's business was doing well. She had almost completed the house, honestly she's a strong woman, because I wondered how she was able to build a house within just 4 years. The only thing that remained was just gate, borehole and painting of the house exteriors. Yea no lies believe me when I tell you she already tiled the interior of the house and even painted it, it was just the exterior that needed little finishing touches. Though the house was a two bedroom flat, I give her credit for her hard work. We were all eager to move to our new house, December 10th 2014 we moved to our new house. My sisters were the happiest of all, within two months my mom was able to install borehole in the compound .I wonder how much she made from her business though.

Trouble started when I got a call from home that my mum was terrible sick, I rushed home to my uttermost disappointment. The condition I saw my mum was more than sickness, she was afflicted with something I could not describe. Yoruba people call it Ofa aye, she had terrible rashes all over her body, her legs were swollen. I saw my mother I could not recognize her, tears welled up in my eyes. I asked her what happened she told me that she had a confrontation with the bricklayer that built the house, while I was in school. The man claimed my mom underpaid and still owed him money from construction of the house, the matter was settled and it was discovered that the bricklayer was telling a lie, he just wanted to extort my mum. He was not pacified by the settlement, he visited my mum in her workplace and told her she would see. Three weeks later she was afflicted.

Not only did she get sick, her business also crumbled customers stop coming like before, we were exhorted by different con men posing as traditional healers. Most of the goods we gave them out, while we also consumed some. We were no longer recording sales like before, things slowed down rapidly.
We had to pack out of the shop because we could not pay rent, it was during my mom's sickness I discovered she was in a cooperative society. She borrowed from them to run her business and also build the house, her remaining debt to them was up to 3 million naira .
So pressure from cooperative society came, my sick mother everything. Life was really tiring we had to sell all our cold room equipment and we were able to raise at least up to 1.2 million naira to pay them off, though my mom's health was still deteriorating. It wasn't easy I stayed at home at least for 8 months I had carry overs, my saving grace was I started with a good CGPA . We had spent all my moms savings, because we were spending and no stream of income.

The 9th month still at home which was November, after spending all that we had and doing everything possible for my mum to get better. We lost her to the cold hand of death on the 12th of November 2015, it was so devastating. It was though my life had crumbled, I cried so hard I couldn't be consoled my sisters also did the same. But I had to be strong for my sisters, though family and friends contributed up to 700,000 naira for us, well we transported my mother's body to her village. Though she had told me earlier that she wants to be buried in her hometown if she died, I remember reprimanding her for talking that way. We transferred her body to her home town for burial. I remember her mother also crying profusely with us , we buried her and got back to city.

My mother's death was a very ugly experience, I never wish it for anyone. After my mother's burial our last born fell seriously sick, our mothers death affected her, she will cry everyday till she was weak to no longer cry. I remember begging and pleading with her to eat, I was afraid to lose my sister as well. I called my mothers elder sister to inform her what was happening so she offered that my sister stayed with her for a while. Well that actually worked because she got better there.
The only good thing my mothers death brought was the cooperative society offered to forgive our debt up to 1 million naira, though by now I had already dropped out from school. Things were tough tho, I had to pay school fees for my younger ones, feeding honestly. I had never taught I will inherit such responsibility at a young age. Though we got money gifts from people, but a greater part of the money was used to settle debt incurred when our mother got sick, we had settled all our debt and bills aside the cooperative money, I still had little change of 80k left.

We didn't celebrate Christmas this year. I was 21 years now, it was already our second year in our new house. It was a pity my mum didn't live to see it. New year came quickly I went job hunting, I still had a savings of 60k from the 80k remaining. Luckily for me after days of hunting, I was finally able to secure a sales girl job at a mini-mart. The pay was 10,000 per month , it wasn't enough but I made sure I tried to make my sisters as comfortable as I could, luckily for us in February my youngest uncle ( last born from my Dad's side ) surprised us that year. He bought a bag of rice, 5 litters of both palm oil and groundnut oil, beans, garri and other provisions to stock up the house, he also gave me 50,000 while going after dropping those things for us. I was so happy honestly because it was a big relive, so the money I earned was kept towards saving for emergencies.

By august my immediate younger sister was already through with secondary school, I was able to shell out some money from my savings for her WASSCE Exam. Though well wishers also gave out money, I told her to learn a trade for the time being while I try to gather money for her to go to the university. I still had to cater for my other sister's . Sometimes remembering this things I do shed tears .

Being forced into responsibility at an early age is tiring , I did a lot of things to survive. Typing.....

Ehmmah588:
I recall the night momsi rub us native chalk and calamine lotion cos heat rash wan kill us ..naso we go outside come see Samson and him siblings dey collect better breeze outside...we come near den dey shout like witches and wizards....see run..cos we were white as shit....oga Samson enter house lock him younger ones outside....come see cryyy

una wan kill Samson

ESANMEA:
I stole from a close friend and still joined her to pray for the person that stole the stuff.. We even prayed 5 decades of the rosary together that day..I was in boarding school and JSS 2 at the time.

On visiting days, I go round the school premises in the evening to see if anyone mistakenly dropped money on the floor..

Well I have been a Nairalander since God Knows when, Just decided to create an account today sha

OK I choose to use Romance section because I know it gets more traffic than the other sections.

I have noticed that Nigerians as whole we do not like to invest in books or small literature's that
could benefit us.
For example someone is into affiliate marketing and maybe he is earning a good amount, but gets comfortable with that and decided not to invest into more knowledge, but keeps using the same old knowledge he has been accustomed to. With time he fades out of the business while those that went extra mile to acquire that knowledge he felt he did not need beat him at his game.

Any profession you are into, no matter the profession invest in text, knowledge is powerful.

For example you are a farmer and your forefathers before you were farmers, then you refuse to invest into text that would help you successful in your farming business. But you keep using those crude methods, you will be out of business within a short period. Invest in knowledge as it important no matter your profession.

Well I don't know if it is pride or we are not just interested in investing into books that could be of help to us. I see a lot of post here about people dealing with relationship problems both guys and girls right. People are quick to come and spill their relationship here (no offence intended), but they are never ready to buy or even read free books to help solve those issues.

A lot people are shouting they are broke, they broke when comes to investing in text that helps you as a human. But are never broke when it comes to purchasing unnecessary luxuries, cut down those unnecessary expense and invest into stuffs that could help attain. Some Level of financial freedom.

No Knowledge is wasted invest today in text that could really help you. I remember investing in a lot of text as a lady and those texts have helped me become who I am today. There are lot of free books you can get on the net today, like The 48 Laws Of Power and other free books on sales and marketing you can get.

I know it ain't easy mate. But you have learn from people experiences and strategies to stand out amongst the crowd. If you are into any trade or anything at all invest more into knowledge, I know most times those knowledge might be expensive. Yeah its that way because nothing of value ever comes free.

Its time to start working smart mates, as nothing beat smart work.

Dedicated to all Nairalanders and Hustlers God Bless our hustle.

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