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My name is yemike. I dey for Lagos. Before, I get small shop where I sell recharge card and pure water. Life no easy, but I dey manage. I fit feed myself and even send small thing for my mama for village.

Everything scatter when area boys chase me from that spot wey I dey sell. Dem say I no pay "aso." Wetin I go use pay? Customer no dey come again. My small savings finish for leg.

Na so hunger start to follow me. At first, na just normal hunger wey dey make belly talk. But as days dey pass, na different thing start.

Hunger no be just when belly dey pain you. Hunger be like poison for your brain. As I wake up this morning, my hand just dey shake. I look for anything wey I fit sell, even my last trouser, but who go buy am?

I waka under sun, from Agege to Oshodi, beg anybody wey get small work. Dem just dey look me like say I be fly. My eye don begin see double. When I see person wey dey eat bread for bus stop, my mouth just full water. I shame myself, but I still look that bread like say na film I dey watch.

Hunger don make me forget say I be man. Yesterday, I see one little pikin wey dey drop piece of puff-puff for ground. Before I even think, my body just jump am, pick am, brush sand comot for am, put am for mouth. Na so I cry that day. Man wey get secondary school certificate dey pick food for ground like chicken.

My friend, hunger na the most dangerous thing. E no just weak your body; e dey kill your mind. E dey make you think say to steal na better idea. E dey make you look at your brother property with bad eye. E dey remove the shame wey make you human. Right now, as I dey type this with my last hundred naira, I no even think of tomorrow again. I just think of today

It is well. You nor plan the thing well. But sha, you fit meet all those Mama put, help them wash plate them go dey give you food dey pay you small small change. U fit start from there

yemiike:
My name is yemike. I dey for Lagos. Before, I get small shop where I sell recharge card and pure water. Life no easy, but I dey manage. I fit feed myself and even send small thing for my mama for village.

Everything scatter when area boys chase me from that spot wey I dey sell. Dem say I no pay "aso." Wetin I go use pay? Customer no dey come again. My small savings finish for leg.

Na so hunger start to follow me. At first, na just normal hunger wey dey make belly talk. But as days dey pass, na different thing start.

Hunger no be just when belly dey pain you. Hunger be like poison for your brain. As I wake up this morning, my hand just dey shake. I look for anything wey I fit sell, even my last trouser, but who go buy am?

I waka under sun, from Agege to Oshodi, beg anybody wey get small work. Dem just dey look me like say I be fly. My eye don begin see double. When I see person wey dey eat bread for bus stop, my mouth just full water. I shame myself, but I still look that bread like say na film I dey watch.

Hunger don make me forget say I be man. Yesterday, I see one little pikin wey dey drop piece of puff-puff for ground. Before I even think, my body just jump am, pick am, brush sand comot for am, put am for mouth. Na so I cry that day. Man wey get secondary school certificate dey pick food for ground like chicken.

My friend, hunger na the most dangerous thing. E no just weak your body; e dey kill your mind. E dey make you think say to steal na better idea. E dey make you look at your brother property with bad eye. E dey remove the shame wey make you human. Right now, as I dey type this with my last hundred naira, I no even think of tomorrow again. I just think of today

If you can be doing this online then you must be someone with a very wicked and dubious persona offline.

I guess you are posting this on a piece of paper, and automagically posted on Nairaland.
Car cleaning dey, labour work dey, computer village dey their to hustle.

somebody epp me

Hunger never truly beat you.
If not you for don sell your kapa.

Na you no wan work bro..If you go to many factories right now,work Dey down..Hungry wey Dey wire man,Na him go still make eye clear.

Go back to your State

I wonder how you guys failed to decipher whats going on here....someone is trying to defamed the reputation of another user.
The op of this thread **yemiike** is trying to defame this user by name **yemike**

Caaz:
I wonder how you guys failed to decipher whats going on here....someone is trying to defamed the reputation of another user.
The op of this thread **yemiike** is trying to defame this user by name **yemike**

Thank you sir for seeing through his lies clearly. I don't know what else to do again.

Yemike:
Thank you sir for seeing through his lies clearly. I don't know what else to do again.

I m a feel-male.



I knew immediately i saw your response.

Caaz:
I m a feel-male.



I knew immediately i saw your response.

I'm sorry. Thank you ma.

Yemike:
Thank you maam for seeing through his lies clearly. I don't know what else to do again.

Call the attention of the mod by simply Reporting the thread kawai

Caaz:
Call the attention of the mod by simply Reporting the thread kawai

Thanks, I appreciate.

The game is rigged against a broke man. It isn't really about being 'Single', it's about being 'Financially Invisible'. Once a man sorts out his finances and stability, the relationship dynamics change completely. My advice to guys: Build the Man first, and the women will naturally align. Don't chase butterflies, build the garden.

Wealthyonos:
It is well. You nor plan the thing well. But sha, you fit meet all those Mama put, help them wash plate them go dey give you food dey pay you small small change. U fit start from there

People wouldn't understand your true talk.

I was home once starving because I was broke. Na so I go this mama put I de go go beg am for chop.

The mama look me, talk say, "na wetin chop you de chop. De talk like na one serious chop. Abeg, feed am", the mama told her girl, na so dem give me chop.

Thing was, I'd been going there for lunch every day to eat one ₦50 pounded yam and ₦50 ogunfe, and she always looked at me like I was starving myself, moreso when I finished and would take my plate to the plate washer instead of leaving it on the table for them to come clear it. I'd tried two ₦50 ogunfe once, but the thing just too big for my belle. Besides, my cousin staying with me at the time would come home and cook and be offended if I did not eat.

Next day, I went to mama and ordered my normal ₦50 pounded yam and ₦50 ogunfe and gave mama ₦500, say "please keep the change, thank you very much". And continued to do the same for the remaining four weeks till I returned home. And every time I went home for a while after that, I'd buy a gift from London for mama put who rejoiced like na she born me.

Unfortunately, last time I went, she was no more under the powerline on Ago Palace Road because government cleared her away, and I sadly never did find where my mama put had moved to.

yemiike:
somebody epp me

The thing is, yemike, you are not really helping yourself at all, I don't think.

Just read what you wrote!

"I get small shop where I sell recharge card and pure water".

So, basically, you sat in one place in front of "recharge card and pure water" waiting for customer, when some would be on their feet to go to the customer to sell their own "recharge card and pure water" to them.

Can you see how I might be stealing your sales without incurring your cost of a shop and area boys can't bother me because I don't stand still?

I'm sorry to say, but I feel you need to hustle more, because there is this one book that many read that has written in it something about a curse of the sweat from ones brow, and I've found it's not a curse but the absolute irrefutable truth! And to be honest with you, you don't sound like you sweat at all but are asking heaven for manna while sitting in a shop staring at "recharge card and pure water" where area boys can see you.

I can just hope you don't starve to death before the truth of starvation dawns on you.

budaatum:
The thing is, yemike, you are not really helping yourself at all, I don't think.

Just read what you wrote!

"I get small shop where I sell recharge card and pure water".

So, basically, you sat in one place in front of "recharge card and pure water" waiting for customer, when some would be on their feet to go to the customer to sell their own "recharge card and pure water" to them.

Can you see how I might be stealing your sales without incurring your cost of a shop and area boys can't bother me because I don't stand still?

I'm sorry to say, but I feel you need to hustle more, because there is this one book that many read that has written in it something about a curse of the sweat from ones brow, and I've found it's not a curse but the absolute irrefutable truth! And to be honest with you, you don't sound like you sweat at all but are asking heaven for manna while sitting in a shop staring at "recharge card and pure water" where area boys can see you.

I can just hope you don't starve to death before the truth of starvation dawns on you.

Please, that's an imposter.