GodPunishBiafra:
What nonsense?

Is 6.2ft that tall?

I'm 6.2ft and I don't even consider myself tall.

I'm just average.

MrNipplesLover:





funny enough, the OP has changed the topic.



the OP deceived us.



I miss your stories on romanceland where have you been

gmacnoms:
no it's not. You only said you worked a few construction job, did photography and had 10 employees at a point. Then the fall. What went wrong, what happened to business, what decisions caused the fall?
Me for instance, my business took a hit last year because I supplied TV's worth millions on credit to a client. Cheques bounced, the toll on my businesscapital was massive. Till date I'm still owed, and I haven't totally recovered from that hit.

OkpanachiMax:
Why the 6'2 & 5'6 in the post?

Juanmike:
Fake story

dangoteinlaw:
okay u see now "better opportunities " if everyone in the building industries go out to sort for better opportunities who will now do the job? Everyone wants an office with ac pushing pen and making millions but the real job in site is called "menial". You see how bleeped up this life is now?

I keep saying it anyhow u make ur money make it, wether stealing or kidnapping I don't care coz in this country legit is bleeped up!!!

MansoryMX:


Lmfao, sorry bro I had to laugh. The Lord is your strength. I am waiting for the N-power BMC to come and make mockery of this hardworking young man. 30k monthly stipend go soon turn 1k equivalent purchasing power of a consumable commodity with the way this country is going by then una eyes go clear!.

pasol4real:
The op n the mods that moved this to front page should pls tell us the moral of the story

Thomthom:
Bros ur poverty Na original one ooo.. school cloth take go work

Brodello:
Bro I understand this feeling kpa.

I grew up in Festac when Festac was still Festac. I lived with my aunt then, attended a private school and all that.

I never knew hardship all my life until my aunt died.

I had to go live with my Father who was not really financially buoyant and had 4 kids already excluding me. When I got to my Fathers house, I began to understand that life is not rosy at all.

Popsy worked in a Factory and could barely take care of us.

When I finished secondary school, the next option was to go look for a Job.

The first job I did was a motor boy for a pure water company. My job was to load the truck with bags of pure water, go with the driver to customers shops and offload the pure water.

The craziest day of my life was when my secondary school colleagues were doing the usual SS3 graduation. My school ordered for pure water from the company I worked for.

I was to go deliver the pure water with the driver. The funniest part, I was wearing my school trouser because I barely had clothes to wear.

Omo, I told the driver to go that he would collect my salary for that day. I could not bare the shame.

After working at that company for two months, I left because the salary was little. I went to try bricklaying.

Bricklaying was the trend in my area then.

The first bricklaying job I did, everyone laughed at me. The way I held the shovel sef was funny. We worked for a while the cement finished, the man in charge told me and my friend to go carry cement from a far distance.

There was no wheelbarrow so me and my friend had to carry the cement on our head, I carried one bag of cement, my friend carried two bags.

See ba, after work that day, they paid me 1,500. I used 1,000 Naira to treat myself. I swore never to go back.

When I seat down and imagine my life. I can't help but thank God.

Check out my signature guys

southniyikaye:
The thing is, I have never gone to search for a job in my life, while in school, I was into photography so I used that to sustain myself.

After school, I worked in a construction company and I later had my own company and had almost ten employees. Well last year I lost everything and reality dawned on me.

I have too kids and a beautiful wife to take care of.

Now to the main koko. Am 6.2ft tall and faaaaat but now, the fat Don turn fitted when hunger Wan kill me so I set out to job hunt.

After series of trials and interviews, job no enter o. Least I forget, I fresh small, OK I resemble butty pickin.

Begged family to raise me to start over, found none. Close friends nko, shishi dem no fit raise me and sincerely I didn't blame anybody after all no be dem cause my wahala.

So I set out to do menial jobs, the ones I could find was bricklaying or packing of block. Anytime I get there, their response is always, SHEY I THINK SAY U FIT DO THIS KIN WORK? YOU THIS BUTTY PICKIN
OR I SABI THE KIN WORK WEY YOU FIT DO.

TRIED series of places, it was the same response until one Man decided to give me a trial.
First job was to carry sand from point A to point B. I almost fainted but was doing strong man cos all eyes were on me.

Secondly I was asked to bring cement now this is the funny part. One very tiny guy called levels was the one bringing the cement, not more than 5.6ft tall, as in tiny o, so seeing him, I believed it will be an easy task and I tried to carry 50kg bag all by myself, I couldn't even raise it to chest level when I scatter for ground and everyone burst out laughing. Tried severally to no avail until someone helped me.

Now after mixing, it was time to serve the bricklayers. Worked from 8 till 12 and I was already having Back ache and Head ache. Infact all my body was aching and I told them I can't continue. They should give whatever they feel like giving me until they told me if I didn't finish with them till evening, no kobo for me.

I Sha manage work till 7:30pm and they paid me 1700 instead of 1500 just to pity my condition.
I was bedridden for almost three days after

ZINIBANKS:
Omo my own bad O
I went back home 2 times to eat cause the place is not far from my house was not balanced cause my fear was that people in my area shouldn't see me
The first time when I went home our boss was telling my fellow mate that they should see O I won't come back because mó ti Làpà
Omo when he sight me coming back after eating at home him self he fur they all looked at me,, one even said Bobo yii O rugged O we think say you no go come back again cause someone also came that very morning and he worked about 3hours and asked of permission to go and drink water na their he take go home
I even met one guy there that's his first time doing that work same as me too
Funniest thing we both fell down on the same spot two times God really saved his prick that day cause we are laying a concrete and there are irons under it harden been those irons were not cemented
The force at which he fell no doubt one iron will go through his pennis causing a huge damage to the poor boy all because of #1500
My own ehhhn cement Don full the Bata wey I dey use work and early in the morning that day rain has fall everywhere is slippery as I dey go with ponpon on my head like this i just enter mud wan force my leg out with my left leg still going,I just fall and where I fall ehhhn na cemented rock dey there our boss was like God really saved me that any attempt of me hitting my head on that rock it's straight up to Jehovah I was like all because of #1500 me and that guy later became friends we both vow Never to do the work again
One thing I noticed that day was that me and that guy are the only one doing it with our power
The rest of them are passing one Brown smooth substance inside their nose,,I asked the guy what they're sniffing he said it's tàbà that we are the ones working they don't feel anything
When I first got there they all said by 5 we're out of here
Omo 7:30 pm na hin we leave there since 7 am
One was asking me if am going to come tomorrow I told him yes was even telling me to massage my legs with palm oil when I get home i thought he was saying bullshit not up to 4 days more after several pains
My legs both starting peeling I got everyone in the house scared that day cause I told no one am going to do it
being a man ain't funny at all
Ion blame Bobrisky for living the men geng

southniyikaye:
The thing is, I have never gone to search for a job in my life, while in school, I was into photography so I used that to sustain myself.

After school, I worked in a construction company and I later had my own company and had almost ten employees. Well last year I lost everything and reality dawned on me.

I have too kids and a beautiful wife to take care of.

Now to the main koko. Am 6.2ft tall and faaaaat but now, the fat Don turn fitted when hunger Wan kill me so I set out to job hunt.

After series of trials and interviews, job no enter o. Least I forget, I fresh small, OK I resemble butty pickin.

Begged family to raise me to start over, found none. Close friends nko, shishi dem no fit raise me and sincerely I didn't blame anybody after all no be dem cause my wahala.

So I set out to do menial jobs, the ones I could find was bricklaying or packing of block. Anytime I get there, their response is always, SHEY I THINK SAY U FIT DO THIS KIN WORK? YOU THIS BUTTY PICKIN
OR I SABI THE KIN WORK WEY YOU FIT DO.

TRIED series of places, it was the same response until one Man decided to give me a trial.
First job was to carry sand from point A to point B. I almost fainted but was doing strong man cos all eyes were on me.

Secondly I was asked to bring cement now this is the funny part. One very tiny guy called levels was the one bringing the cement, not more than 5.6ft tall, as in tiny o, so seeing him, I believed it will be an easy task and I tried to carry 50kg bag all by myself, I couldn't even raise it to chest level when I scatter for ground and everyone burst out laughing. Tried severally to no avail until someone helped me.

Now after mixing, it was time to serve the bricklayers. Worked from 8 till 12 and I was already having Back ache and Head ache. Infact all my body was aching and I told them I can't continue. They should give whatever they feel like giving me until they told me if I didn't finish with them till evening, no kobo for me.

I Sha manage work till 7:30pm and they paid me 1700 instead of 1500 just to pity my condition.
I was bedridden for almost three days after

gracevile:
Do not despise little beginning's. meanwhile did u finish the work

southniyikaye:
The thing is, I have never gone to search for a job in my life, while in school, I was into photography so I used that to sustain myself.

After school, I worked in a construction company and I later had my own company and had almost ten employees. Well last year I lost everything and reality dawned on me.

I have too kids and a beautiful wife to take care of.

Now to the main koko. Am 6.2ft tall and faaaaat but now, the fat Don turn fitted when hunger Wan kill me so I set out to job hunt.

After series of trials and interviews, job no enter o. Least I forget, I fresh small, OK I resemble butty pickin.

Begged family to raise me to start over, found none. Close friends nko, shishi dem no fit raise me and sincerely I didn't blame anybody after all no be dem cause my wahala.

So I set out to do menial jobs, the ones I could find was bricklaying or packing of block. Anytime I get there, their response is always, SHEY I THINK SAY U FIT DO THIS KIN WORK? YOU THIS BUTTY PICKIN
OR I SABI THE KIN WORK WEY YOU FIT DO.

TRIED series of places, it was the same response until one Man decided to give me a trial.
First job was to carry sand from point A to point B. I almost fainted but was doing strong man cos all eyes were on me.

Secondly I was asked to bring cement now this is the funny part. One very tiny guy called levels was the one bringing the cement, not more than 5.6ft tall, as in tiny o, so seeing him, I believed it will be an easy task and I tried to carry 50kg bag all by myself, I couldn't even raise it to chest level when I scatter for ground and everyone burst out laughing. Tried severally to no avail until someone helped me.

Now after mixing, it was time to serve the bricklayers. Worked from 8 till 12 and I was already having Back ache and Head ache. Infact all my body was aching and I told them I can't continue. They should give whatever they feel like giving me until they told me if I didn't finish with them till evening, no kobo for me.

I Sha manage work till 7:30pm and they paid me 1700 instead of 1500 just to pity my condition.
I was bedridden for almost three days after

Brodello:
Bro I understand this feeling kpa.

I grew up in Festac when Festac was still Festac. I lived with my aunt then, attended a private school and all that.

I never knew hardship all my life until my aunt died.

I had to go live with my Father who was not really financially buoyant and had 4 kids already excluding me. When I got to my Fathers house, I began to understand that life is not rosy at all.

Popsy worked in a Factory and could barely take care of us.

When I finished secondary school, the next option was to go look for a Job.

The first job I did was a motor boy for a pure water company. My job was to load the truck with bags of pure water, go with the driver to customers shops and offload the pure water.

The craziest day of my life was when my secondary school colleagues were doing the usual SS3 graduation. My school ordered for pure water from the company I worked for.

I was to go deliver the pure water with the driver. The funniest part, I was wearing my school trouser that day because I barely had clothes to wear.

Omo, I told the driver to go alone on agreement that he would collect my salary for that day. I could not bare the shame.

After working at that company for two months, I left because the salary was little. I went to try bricklaying.

Bricklaying was the trend in my area then.

The first bricklaying job I did, everyone laughed at me. The way I held the shovel sef was funny. We worked for a while the cement finished, the man in charge told me and my friend to go carry cement from a far distance.

There was no wheelbarrow so me and my friend had to carry the cement on our head, I carried one bag of cement, my friend carried two bags.

See ba, after work that day, they paid me 1,500. I used 1,000 Naira to treat myself. I swore never to go back.

When I seat down and imagine my life. I can't help but thank God.

Check out my signature guys

Lekan239:
for some guys this is just normal things

Powerintoxicate:
Everything is now news on Nairaland front page. Even if I'm pooing I'll just take pictures and gbam I'm on front page. Na wa o

gracevile:
this your story though its true but it made me laugh like seriously atleast u had a big change of #500 that was after the treatment of cos. Such stories are to be used as testimonies then i used to......... but God changed my story. No condition is permanent

Juanmike:
Fake story

AdaoraJoy:
Picture of You Carrying the Cement... Or Idonbelivit

southniyikaye:
The thing is, I have never gone to search for a job in my life, while in school, I was into photography so I used that to sustain myself.

After school, I worked in a construction company and I later had my own company and had almost ten employees. Well last year I lost everything and reality dawned on me.

I have too kids and a beautiful wife to take care of.

Now to the main koko. Am 6.2ft tall and faaaaat but now, the fat Don turn fitted when hunger Wan kill me so I set out to job hunt.

After series of trials and interviews, job no enter o. Least I forget, I fresh small, OK I resemble butty pickin.

Begged family to raise me to start over, found none. Close friends nko, shishi dem no fit raise me and sincerely I didn't blame anybody after all no be dem cause my wahala.

So I set out to do menial jobs, the ones I could find was bricklaying or packing of block. Anytime I get there, their response is always, SHEY I THINK SAY U FIT DO THIS KIN WORK? YOU THIS BUTTY PICKIN
OR I SABI THE KIN WORK WEY YOU FIT DO.

TRIED series of places, it was the same response until one Man decided to give me a trial.
First job was to carry sand from point A to point B. I almost fainted but was doing strong man cos all eyes were on me.

Secondly I was asked to bring cement now this is the funny part. One very tiny guy called levels was the one bringing the cement, not more than 5.6ft tall, as in tiny o, so seeing him, I believed it will be an easy task and I tried to carry 50kg bag all by myself, I couldn't even raise it to chest level when I scatter for ground and everyone burst out laughing. Tried severally to no avail until someone helped me.

Now after mixing, it was time to serve the bricklayers. Worked from 8 till 12 and I was already having Back ache and Head ache. Infact all my body was aching and I told them I can't continue. They should give whatever they feel like giving me until they told me if I didn't finish with them till evening, no kobo for me.

I Sha manage work till 7:30pm and they paid me 1700 instead of 1500 just to pity my condition.
I was bedridden for almost three days after

GodPunishBiafra:

I'm 6.2 and many people around me are taller.

Ryocaj:

That's untrue.. u r most likely to be in d midst of shorter ppl most times than taller ppl.. 6ft n above are not quite as common as d shorter heights..
Except u don't know ur real height or ur area mostly accepts 6'3" n above.. n that isn't possible so stop lying..

AdaoraJoy:
Picture of You Carrying the Cement... Or Idonbelivit

zedegit:


Hahaha. Na so e easy?
Maybe you should try farm work. That's if you fit o but it should be simpler than lifting heavy objects.