I just downloaded marvelous Benjy ft blackface situation 2006

I downloaded plantashun boiz situation 2002

I almost fainted, guys Nigeria has not changed one bit.

Please how do one escape this poverty

Let me add mine as encouragement.
I'm not from a poor family by the way, I've always be driven to school in a Lexus with AC and a personal driver that's drives me and my brother's. Lived in a house with 8 rooms when we are just 6.
When I was in secondary school, jss2, I always wanted to make money myself, my dad used to give me 100 naira, and I was so mad that even with everything he had I was getting so little. I went to the school canteen to buy sweet and noticed it was sold 15 naira in my school, but sold 5naira outside back then. Then I got an idea, So I started buying lollipop sweets to sell In school my dad never knew.and I sold and made some money. Did that till I got to ss1 before I stopped, that when I grew up small and stated collecting 500 naira for lunch everyday. Well after school I still went to install games and music for people in the market, my dad never knew, the day he found out he actually arrested. Lol. But in all this I wanted to make something for myself. But my dad finally made me lazy. I wish I was born poor, I won't be lazy and rude as I am right now.maybe who knows I could have even made my own personal million without my pops help..such is life. Sorry I meant 100 naira.

Weedsmoker:
Growing up for me was really horrible.

I did a lot of menial jobs to survive like sandfilling,bush clearing, farming just to survive,I could remember been chased out from my rented apartment by my landlord after owing 6 months house rent.

Things took a new turn after a friend introduced me to metal scraps biz.

Actually de metal scrap biz is a lucrative business buh always hard to source for material. I was into it buh I left it for provision business.

Well this Story is about my uncle . He was so poor that he couldn’t feed and at times would go hungry for a day or two. He met his then ex wife whose father was rich and her father liked him but he was poor and the wife couldn’t stay with him as she would mocked him that why should she leave her father’s compound to come and suffer here? She never lacked food in her father’s house that she is suffering in the marriage. She left with the kids to her father’s house .

My uncle was devastated and he left to another village where nobody knew him and he knew nobody to be doing farm work. As God would have it , he found favor in the eyes of a rich man in the village and the man took him to his house and gave him shelter .

He would go out into the bush to clear farms , leaving so early in the morning before anyone ever woke up. Any money given to him he kept saving them up .

The man has a daughter which he later started liking . My uncle married her and her father blessed them with cash and some properties.

This man then went to his formal village ... he did business .. did all sorts of businesses that would fetched him money . He became so rich and known with properties that can’t be mentioned . He was so helpful to everyone and very generous. He built a house for his wife as a form of appreciation.

His ex wife later couldn’t marry . He didn’t have anything to do with her even when she was sick.

That man suffered o. I have to cut short the story cos if I put the whole story here, day will break before I finish telling it . Sadly he died last year . Everyone wept uncontrollably... where will they run to if they need help ? No man is as generous as he was. He took his poor family to the top, everyone of his brothers became rich too. He bought so much lands that after he died , Lands the family were not in the know , kept being discovered .

illicit:

is a simple experiment.... let's see how much I can rake in...

Begging you mean ,I do not blame you though, life is hard.

[quote author=Vicas2000 post=87762411]We were so poor...I could not go to uni when all my friends were.

Here's what helped....

1. I read Lots of books. Motivational books. Business books. Marketing books. One that helped me know there was more to life was Robert Schuller book 'Tough times don't last but tough people do'. I borrowed a foto copied version from a friend. That was in 1997. I would Starve myself so I can buy books. Sometimes I foto copy from other people or borrow it.

By 2007...i stumbled on some CDs by Sam Adeyemi and he advised the best way to get out of poverty is to learn a skill and make money from it.

2. I learnt a skill. That paid lots of money. I learnt copywriting. Online marketing. Direct response marketing. I ready everything and watched all videos I could find online by Frank Kern....Dan Kennedy and started applying it.

3. I would read a lot about rich people. Wht they do. What houses they buy....what business they run. How they make money.

4. I would also read any business book. Financial newspapers. I am that person that would buy a newspaper to see the adverts in it and trace what those companies do.


Overtime...I started making money. Made first million in 2008. And then just rinse and repeat.

I have lost millions too. But a lot better now financially. Travelled the world. Met lot of people. Built contact.

And at the ripe age of 35 got a degree from a foreign University.

Funny enough....that degree is now useless. Even in full time employment in my country of residence...i have never been asked for the certificate. What matters most is Mayo lea

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uvie66:

I justed and hustled...mmmm legal or illegal ?

Only God knows

It start with a decision to leave poverty and the ability to work it out. It's a mixture of hard-work, determination to grow out of poverty and the finger of God.

I know my story will encourage somebody currently fighting poverty.

I was born into a family of 12 children, my dad married 2 wives and living life wasn't easy. After secondary school, there was no hope for university because the money wasn't available. But i told myself i will be the first University graduate (positive mindset) and i was the seventh child.

One week after secondary school i started working as a sales rep then i was barely 18 and i worked for 2 years to save money to take jamb and Utme (being focus and disciplined)

By 2007 i wrote jamb and utme, i passed the exams and was admitted to Uniben. That's where the major suffering started.

I did all kinds of jobs ( worked in an oil mill, did Mason jobs and menial jobs) to see myself through school (work to sustain your dream). No babe through University and no camera phone (be discipline and manage your resources)

Life begin to change after University, started NYSC and savings continues but as you will have it in most poor homes, my savings went to sponsoring my younger ones ( raising other family members)

After NYSC i got my first job almost immediately through a friend i met when i was doing my sales rep job between 2005 -2007 (make good friends) and currently on my second job and i have been working for about 6 years now.


Testimonies:

Two of my younger ones are graduates and another one in his 500 level studying pharmacy

I have built my house, other landed properties about to start building a plaza, live well, happily married and have a good car and building my real estate brand.


If you want to leave poverty, it's a long work to freedom. For some they are lucky the work isn't too hard before help comes but you have to work hard and be very focus. I'm still fighting the fight but i can't be poor to zero because i have good investments on landed properties and God gat my back.

Okay

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SirBobiGentle:
My story is quite different because I will appreciate my father as a man any day any time. I remember growing up in a one room boys quarter with my parents and two siblings. Life was so tough and we use to help mum sell bonce and puff puff. Dad was a taxi driver but we didn't really know what he was doing then because we were quite young.

One thing about my dad was that he was determined and I remember my sister entering secondary school in one public school but before I got to enter secondary school, dad had a job that started paying something a little nice. We moved from the boys quarter to a one bedroom house that erosion nearly carried us one night. He put me in a private secondary school and transferred my sister to same private secondary school. My younger brother later joined us and things were beginning to change a little.

My dad didn't depend on that job because he kept pushing for something better till he struck a jackpot. He got employed in one of the biggest oil companies in Nigeria and then boom, the whole story started changing.

He bought our first house, bought cars, spoilt us with money. We got practically everything we wanted in life. I entered university first year with my own ride. He bought all of us rides and messed us up with whatever we needed. We go overseas for holidays and I saw the difference between poverty and riches.

He bought houses and also built a befitting palace to suit his status, set all of us up after graduation and we are all doing fine. He is retired now and still enjoying his pension peaceful to the point that if we send him 100k each as a gift, he will be laughing at us that we don't have money and we are giving him chicken change lol.

Life without money is actually the real hell on earth. Heaven is right here on earth when you gat money.

I pray everyone makes it in life.

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bros please can you help me with 2500

I never met my parents in their poorest state. I was the last born. My older siblimgs told me about how my mum had to sell pure water on the streets with many men hitting on her, notwithstandin she got me strapped on her back. My mum told me about several times my dad cried because he couldnt provide for the house.
However i witnessed some part of the suffering. Can remember been lied to that there was something cooking while it was just water they were boiling. I cAn remember been mocked by my classmates because of my torn shoes. Been mocked by the teachers because i couldn't afford books. Well now that is all in the past... Now we aren't rich...but at least we are comfortable enough for me to go to a private university without stress... We are comfortable enough to buy recent cars...
My advice... GO TO SCHOOL... trust me school isn't a scam... If opportunity should meet you, your certificate will aid your progress. Secondly, prayyyyyyyy.

[quote author=Goodgod213 post=87761396]After I saw how my dad suffered to raise the two of us I and my sibling till the company he was working with went down. We started living from one aunt house to uncles houses. I have been thrown out on four occasions, accused of stealing on many occasions, starved by family, disowned by my own mother who is in the abroad sending monies to different people in Nigeria and disregarding her son because I looked like my father. At 21 I moved to ibadan, stayed with a friend, dumped by my gf, Hustled to get my cert, did my Nysc, hustled more, bought a land at ibadan, bought my first car, bought another car, moved down to Lagos, rented a apartment.

Now I have a unisex salon, a boutique, a car listed on Bolt, and Presently working on roofing my project.

It’s not been easy. Not all women are mothers. [/quote


You keep saying hussle, whay exactly did you do bro

Growing up as a poor boy, I had no shoes.

I was just an ordinary fisherman.

Today, I thank God as my story don change completely.

I now have shiny shoes.

I am now an extraordinary fisherman.

Goodgod213:


I used the money you gave me bro to establish myself

You be clown my Oga

I learnt that travelling abroad is not for everyone. Let God guide you to your own green pastures. When you are where God wants you to be, you'll flourish. I travelled to Dubai to seek greener pastures but cane back with almost nothing. But while there, I realized that I had (and still have) an excellent customer-relations skills. I can sell anything if only I put my mind. I came back home in 2018. And here I am today. By God's grace, I have my own business running, earning serious money and still having time to rest unlike what I faced in Dubai.

I return all the glory to God because it wasn't my power.

MrHandsome2013:
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bros please can you help me with 2500

Sorry bro, unfortunately am not in Nigeria at the moment and were I am, things are locked down because of the virus issue. I honestly wish I could assist.

Akalia:
You write quite well for someone who didn't roll through the four walls of a "conventional university" as you termed it. Your success story is inspiring. Keep aspiring.

Thanks sir. Of a truth, I never went beyond SS2 and l am indeed deaf. But people often doubt me whenever l mentioned it here but it is the truth.

Sermwell:
I grew up with my siblings in the small village of magama, in jibia local government, katsina state. For whatever reason, my dad refused to work but opened a pool betting shop where old miserable men come to waste their destinies with the wishful thinking that one day they will hit jackpot. My dad couldn't feed the 8 of us including my mum. I was just about 9yrs old then and the first son. We found ourselves more at home than in school due to acute poverty.
One day I decided to do something. At the age of 10, I could already speak Hausa language fluently, and mingled so well with Hausa kids. What I did was narrating our poverty state to my friend janaidu, and pleaded with him if I could come do chores for his mum and her co-wives. His dad was a rich marabout with 4 wives and about 16 children then. My friend janaidu was the first son of the second wife.
I'm still typing.....

What did you do?

Victoronah1:
Let me add mine as encouragement.
I'm not from a poor family by the way, I've always be driven to school in a Lexus with AC and a personal driver that's drives me and my brother's. Lived in a house with 8 rooms when we are just 6.
When I was in secondary school, jss2, I always wanted to make money myself, my dad used to give me 1000 naira, and I was so mad that even with everything he had I was getting so little. I went to the school canteen to buy sweet and noticed it was sold 15 naira in my school, but sold 5naira outside back then. Then I got an idea, So I started buying lollipop sweets to sell In school my dad never knew.and I sold and made some money. Did that till I got to ss1 before I stopped, that when I grew up small and stated collecting 500 naira for lunch everyday. Well after school I still went to install games and music for people in the market, my dad never knew, the day he found out he actually arrested. Lol. But in all this I wanted to make something for myself. But my dad finally made me lazy. I wish I was born poor, I won't be lazy and rude as I am right now.maybe who knows I could have even made my own personal million without my pops help..such is life.

There is nothing encouraging about this,you sound like a fake.

Life is a teacher, learn wisely...

Really sorry about his incidence.I can see you have very good language understanding.
Do you know you hear again with the cochlear implant surgery which is now done in Nigeria by a professional surgeon.
Contact me on 08183777154.for direction to our ENT doctor.

ayapatton:
I learnt that travelling abroad is not for everyone. Let God guide you to your own green pastures. When you are where God wants you to be, you'll flourish. I travelled to Dubai to seek greener pastures but cane back with almost nothing. But while there, I realized that I had (and still have) an excellent customer-relations skills. I can sell anything if only I put my mind. I came back home in 2018. And here I am today. By God's grace, I have my own business running, earning serious money and still having time to rest unlike what I faced in Dubai.

I return all the glory to God because it wasn't my power.

What happened in Dubai?

At 2004, I was in my SS3 and my dad paid for my NECO which I made only 4 paper mehn d man said to me my son I am through with you go and do d rest for yourself meanwhile my mum wasn't staying with us she didn't even care abr us her children, so I started hustling, doing small job, following pure water motor then I gather money two years later enrolled myself for another exam and this time I make my paper and I gather money d following year and took poly jamb @ 2008 I also pass all these while I was in my father so to get money for higher education I have to leave my father house and go and do house help (houseboy)so d agreement is that d person will train me without physical payment to me. I started my ND at 2009 and concludes by my OND by 2010 and I stayed at home two years by 2013 I went back to my HND and God helping me I graduated by 2014 and proceed to my NYSC, all these my mum didn't know I was existing and my dad only had that am on school. I concluded my NYSC in 2016 I went to my dad house and d guy was so proud but he had forgotten how he chase me out. Two months after my NYSC i got a call that I should send my CV my brother how was how I wax invited to an interview in an oil servicing company in PH my first interview in my life and I did well I got the job, from that day till now my mother had located me since then my dad had also located me, My parents will call me to send money to them well I forgive them...my thought if o have not taken d pain to go through all those pain will they locate me?
Glory be to God.

shogsman:

I have a young brother too and he's a barber and also deaf, though we're not related, I noticed you guys are way better at barbing than other barbers, I think I'm starting to see a trend,it's like you guys handle the clipper differently.

You could be right bro. Since we have hearing loss, we have fewer distractions by way of noise or music when barbing, so we focus all our visual attention towards a good haircut. I don't even play music in my salon despite the insistence of some of my clients because I see no reason to be playing music in my own shop when I myself can't hear it.

sEGXY2:
How does one escape poverty in country like Nigeria where everything that is not you wants to kill your dream. If you grew up poor and somehow escaped poverty please kindly share your story lets learn.

I know we're currently amidst a severe pandemic but a lesson or two won't hurt anybody.

I live by..... whatever is worth doing do well..... don't look down on others..... always say thank you

It has worked for me

write GRE, write TOEFL, write SOP, write CV, get recommendations, get into a fully funded masters program. JP comot naija.

My story, God has been good unto us. Poverty is not good.

Olayinka8793:
Thanks sir. Of a truth, I never went beyond SS2 and l am indeed deaf. But people often doubt me whenever l mentioned it here but it is the truth.

Are you sure you don't have any other form of education cos I've gone through your posts and your writing is almost impeccable

Kendumazy:
Alot of lies will be told here. Some people will use this thread to sell their false products and some will use it to stylishly advertise their false investments. Stay awoke people! If it's too good to be true, just look away! Malo fooo!

Doubters are liars. Your negative thinking has weaken those who really wants to drop story on this tread.