₦airaland Forum

helinues:
I wouldn't say I am from poor background, but I struggled by myself. Chose to

I didn't even know about the plans of my first travelling out of the country..

Just be good in what you are doing and be loyal..

At least Not poor, not rich

Alhamdulillahi

tydi:
I better see a movie than been here.
P.S A poor man can be a rich man today and a rich man a poor man tomorrow
Bye.

DamonSalvatore:
I'm a guy o

DamonSalvatore:
My Story long.. But I no go expose myself for public forum
I am still poor..I've been starved for a whole day straight.. Just drinking water only.. I de stay with my Uncle... As i am now.. I have vowed not to get married or born.. Till I get enough money..
Imagine getting cov in a course because i no get 2k to buy book... Imagine not writing Ssce with my mates bcuz of 15..
People with rich parents don't know what God has done for them..

I won't bring a child into this world to come and suffer what i suffered.. ⅓ of what I've seen would kill some people

Long story short... My life is meaninglessness.. I'm just clowning Online to kill depression..
If I see anywhere wey i fit Sell my soul to give my parents and my younger bro and Sis Money to enjoy life forever... I'd do it.... All the ones have seen are demanding sacrifice.. I'm a half atheist anyways...So many prayers have gone unanswered that I have doubts about anybody up there
Nothing de to live for for this world... We are all gonna die anyways... It's just a matter of time..

Obatolysis:
I saw everything about poverty. I lived with poverty and dined with poverty. First of all, things weren't that bad for us. My dad was a business man in Ikeja and his business was blooming. My mum is a RN and she worked at Eko Hospital Ikeja. My Dad made 3 major mistakes that left us in poverty
1) Spent so much on his siblings (He was the eldest) to the extent of sponsoring his brother's travel to S/Africa for his business have little savings
2) Sold a lot of goods on Credit, which eventually crumbled the business
3)Kept making babies despite his worsening economic situation

No 3 was the greatest of all. The bills kept coming. Seven of us with little spacing. We all had to go to School. We all had to eat. The first sign was when we had to stop school (I was in Primary 4 purple in St Leo's catholic school Ikeja), missed a term (1st term Pry 5) and then started 2nd term Primary 5 in Anifowoshe Primary School Ikeja.

Things got worse. My mum got fired at EKO Hospital, at same moment as my paternal grandmother died and most of the burial responsibility on the shoulder of my dad who was already in chronic financial distress. My parents left the three first of us to the hands of our kind neighbours for 3 months (9 years then) without any form of contact as there was no phone then. At last, we all relocated to the Village. Even in the village there was no money for School. Aunties and Uncles came to our rescue taking each of my siblings leaving just me and my immediate junior brother and the twins last born. After 1 year in the village under all form of untold hardship at a tender age, my mum got a job in a private hospital in osina with a meagre salary (Nurses are suffering in this country).

Opportunity came my way as I got Admission into Rochas Foundation College Owerri which was complete Scholarship from JS1 to SS3 (boarding house) with some grants. The Foundation paid for everything, WAEC, SSCE, JAMB. With God on my side, I made my papers at one sitting and got admission to read Medicine and Surgery in UNIZIK. Even as ex students of the foundation, the foundation never left us alone, presenting us with cheque of #50k (2009-2015) annually for the period of Study. God bless Rochas Okorocha. Luckily for me, I got another scholarship in my second year down to my final year, Agbami Scholarship, presenting 200k yearly. So in 2015, I became a medical doctor and worked in various pp after my housemanship and Nysc. My junior brother became a barrister. My senior brother too is a medical doctor. My mother also got a job in Imo State Local government service currently working as a Senior Matron in a comprehensive health center. My brother is post plab 2 currently waiting for Covid 19 to settle down to jappa from this country. I'm currently doing my residency training in a tertiary hospital in Nigeria. My four siblings still in School anyway but things are much better now. My Dad still owns a small shop to pass time anyway.

Lesson 1: Don't be in a hurry to marry. Be financially stable before thinking of marriage

Lesson 2: I no go born pass 2 pikin. Fullstop.

Lesson 3 : Having Savings and option B for the rainy days

Lesson 4: If possible leave Nigeria and secure for your kids Citizenship in Developed countries

Vicas2000:
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 my skills.

membranus:
Did I tell you I am not doing well and satisfied with my present situation?

He is the one telling his life story, but circumventing the truth.

Obatolysis:
I saw everything about poverty. I lived with poverty and dined with poverty. First of all, things weren't that bad for us. My dad was a business man in Ikeja and his business was blooming. My mum is a RN and she worked at Eko Hospital Ikeja. My Dad made 3 major mistakes that left us in poverty
1) Spent so much on his siblings (He was the eldest) to the extent of sponsoring his brother's travel to S/Africa for his business have little savings
2) Sold a lot of goods on Credit, which eventually crumbled the business
3)Kept making babies despite his worsening economic situation

No 3 was the greatest of all. The bills kept coming. Seven of us with little spacing. We all had to go to School. We all had to eat. The first sign was when we had to stop school (I was in Primary 4 purple in St Leo's catholic school Ikeja), missed a term (1st term Pry 5) and then started 2nd term Primary 5 in Anifowoshe Primary School Ikeja.

Things got worse. My mum got fired at EKO Hospital, at same moment as my paternal grandmother died and most of the burial responsibility on the shoulder of my dad who was already in chronic financial distress. My parents left the three first of us to the hands of our kind neighbours for 3 months (9 years then) without any form of contact as there was no phone then. At last, we all relocated to the Village. Even in the village there was no money for School. Aunties and Uncles came to our rescue taking each of my siblings leaving just me and my immediate junior brother and the twins last born. After 1 year in the village under all form of untold hardship at a tender age, my mum got a job in a private hospital in osina with a meagre salary (Nurses are suffering in this country).

Opportunity came my way as I got Admission into Rochas Foundation College Owerri which was complete Scholarship from JS1 to SS3 (boarding house) with some grants. The Foundation paid for everything, WAEC, SSCE, JAMB. With God on my side, I made my papers at one sitting and got admission to read Medicine and Surgery in UNIZIK. Even as ex students of the foundation, the foundation never left us alone, presenting us with cheque of #50k (2009-2015) annually for the period of Study. God bless Rochas Okorocha. Luckily for me, I got another scholarship in my second year down to my final year, Agbami Scholarship, presenting 200k yearly. So in 2015, I became a medical doctor and worked in various pp after my housemanship and Nysc. My junior brother became a barrister. My senior brother too is a medical doctor. My mother also got a job in Imo State Local government service currently working as a Senior Matron in a comprehensive health center. My brother is post plab 2 currently waiting for Covid 19 to settle down to jappa from this country. I'm currently doing my residency training in a tertiary hospital in Nigeria. My four siblings still in School anyway but things are much better now. My Dad still owns a small shop to pass time anyway.

Lesson 1: Don't be in a hurry to marry. Be financially stable before thinking of marriage

Lesson 2: I no go born pass 2 pikin. Fullstop.

Lesson 3 : Having Savings and option B for the rainy days

Lesson 4: If possible leave Nigeria and secure for your kids Citizenship in Developed countries

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.

Goodgod213:
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.

yusufu16:
I was raised in a family of 10. At a point I was sent home from my school because no money for school fees. I hawk murchiya (pardon me I don't know the name in English),

After my secondary I moved to Abuja to hustle. At a point I got a job in a business center where I was to be paid N4k a month as salary. But 4 months in the job I wasn't paid a dime as salary. How I survive, only God knows. One time I could no afford money to even eat. So my friend and I will go inside bush to go and pluck unriped guava just to survive for that day. Let me also add that I was sleeping inside in a saloon. I always sleep whenever the owner of the salon finishes for the day. I will spray a clothe on the floor to sleep, no pillow, no nothing inside the shop.

Time past, I gather small money which I used to go write JAMB. On the day of the JAMB, after the exam, I didn't have transport money to come back. I just went there, without even thinking how I am going to come back. So what I did was to beg one man who brought his children with his car. As God will have it, they were going close to where I live.

JAMB result came out I score 191. Hmm what do I say. Live goes on. To my greatest surprise I got admitted into ABU, Zaria with the result.

In the university I didn't have money for accommodation, so I had to squat with other students because I used my savings to pay for the school fees. While in the university, sometimes I go hustle outside campus just to get money to survive.

As time goes one, I was able to secured 2 scholarships which has helped me complete my university and came out with 2.1.

Today I am a graduate, owned a car, and now i am into freelancing - website development and graphics design.

In all these I give God the glory and I am still hoping for better life ahead.

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.

Alberto247:
what do you except me to learn from all this ....

fieryy:
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Hahahahaha, I wonder if he still wants to get to know you

Goodgod213:
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.

3Hopeblog:
Jesus!

Bros na innocent question though you might have interpreted it wrongly.

OmoDavido:
Mhen poverty is bad. I will come back here and share my story when I finally make it too.

I, my junior bro and mum have really suffered in this life. The only way I can pay my mum back is by being successful and make her enjoy the fruits of her labour.

Poverty bad.

fieryy:
. Hahahahaha, I wonder if he still wants to get to know you

Goodgod213:
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.

tunary:
This one sound too good to be true. suspect lie mohammed

psylliumhusk1:
You keep saying hussle, whay exactly did you do bro

Goodgod213:
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.

Bibidear:
hi,what year did you finish finish primary school.....lol,also went to St Leo's....was in brown class till I got to primary 6

Vicas2000:
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 my skills.

Bibidear:
hi,what year did you finish finish primary school.....lol,also went to St Leo's....was in brown class till I got to primary 6

Bigval5:
Where are you and what are you doing now

membranus:
Maybe you are a Yahoo boy.

We are here to learn from you, and you are just telling us tear tale.

In what trade is your hustling based on, why are you finding it difficult to tell us?

uuzba:
So this phone you are using to browse, is not success for you?
Shey when they take the phone from you and you have nothing left, that's when you will come and share your success?

aylive02:
I'm still suffering but I believe that all sufferings has an expiry date!





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