The reason you should sell off pride.

It’s nice we drop our shoulder pads and walk normal. Ego doesn’t fetch a thing. Your skeleton will soon be exposed, and you’ll walk like a naked chicken. Empty drums makes the loudest noise. Climb down from your high horse and be ye normal. Pride makes you spend more. It makes you depressed. Pride is expensive.If you can’t afford to send your kids to a kind of school common in your neighbourhood, send them to the one you can afford. So that you can be sane. If you can’t afford a kind of wedding, do the one you can afford, and nothing will happen. Shoes, are shoes. Okrika is a cloth. No go dey do pas ursef. Any watch that has good battery will show same time, so go for the one you can afford.If you get a job in an office, calm down and respect other staff. Don’t start feeling fly or forming. If you had such money, you wouldn’t have applied, or better still, you would’ve owned a company too. The janitor in your office is a staff, she is the one that makes you look good, respect them. Likewise the security personnel, climb down from your high horse, and greet them.Don’t be embarrassed when you’ve tried your best, but no employment yet. Don’t be embarrassed by the type of hustle you now engage in. The people laughing at you won’t give a coin. Trust me, you’re richer than them. Go and sell those tomatoes, burn the charcoal, count the poles, sell your pure water, crush those stones, if that is what it’ll take to put food on your table. All hustles are one, na d cloth we wear different. Just do it.If any marketing venture suites you, continue. People like me will always give you listening ear. Don’t be tired of posting it on your walls, timelines, status….let it be on the face of everyone, till we all get tired and buy! Keep pushing, keep fighting, keep being legitimate. Fight for your name, and what you believe in. This is life, and you don’t know who has been rocking your boat, and also your backbone. Hope this meets you well? Have a beautiful life. The person you look down on, might have more value than you. Stay Humble!!

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The Joy of being Loved and Appreciated

If you’ve ever had that feeling of being loved or appreciated, you will understand this story.

At Estate junction, there is this dog that always sit close to a butcher. I don’t know who owns the dog, but definitely not the butcher.

She looks so beautiful, kinda big and hairy. I’ve unconsciously made it a habit by turning to look at the butcher’s corner if “prof”(that’s her new name), was sitting closeby. I would giggle whenever I see her.

So, I decided to stop by someday to ask the butcher why the dog was always sitting closeby. He disclosed that she waits till he closes his sales, so that she can pick from the crumbs of brisket, marrows, and sinews left.

We agreed that I’ll pay him 50Naira for the bones anytime I see prof sitting close to him, he obliged. Thus, I’ll pick the bone and hand it over to prof, rather than let her wait till night fall for the crumbs. This continued for a long while, untill I stopped seeing her around. Prof was pregnant, but I didn’t know.

This other Saturday, I stepped out of the compound to get A&B for breakfast. I heard a dog barking continously, it barked and ran towards me. Hey! I recognised her, It’s my friend(prof). People were watching… ran to my feet, rolled on the tarred road, wagged the tail, jumped while making a funny sound. I rubbed my palm on her head. I felt so happy, she recognised me, but it’s been a while we saw at the Estate junction.

I walked down while she followed. The A&B quene was quite long, so I tapped the madam, booked a turn and was made to leave. Prof started barking, jumping all around close to the woman. The madam looked at me and said “dis ur dog dey wori o, abeg how much own u want mek una do dey go?”………That’s how I jumped the quene, bought my akara balls, and gave my prof two balls. I felt so loved.

We live to show love, and feel loved. And when we do, it always have a way of getting back to us.

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