I have dated girls from poor homes, and I have dated girls from rich homes.
The girls from rich home had somethings in common.
(1) They love their dad, and they don’t fake their love for you.
(2) They’ll hardly bill you.
(3) They’ll push you healthily to become another version of their dad for their kids.
(4) you have to be a strong willed man to marry them. They question things they don’t understand, and they don’t hide their feelings.
I will talk about my experience with the poor ones later.
I have dated girls from poor homes, and I have dated girls from rich homes.
The girls from rich home had somethings in common.
(1) They love their dad, and they don’t fake their love for you.
(2) They’ll hardly bill you.
(3) They’ll push you healthily to become another version of their dad for their kids.
(4) you have to be a strong willed man to marry them. They question things they don’t understand, and they don’t hide their feelings.
I will talk about my experience with the poor ones later.
When I got laid off from Microsoft, I got into a company in Lagos that felt paying 600k naira a month was doing me a favour. I had to take the offer to keep body and soul together.
Was there for 6 months until I fell out with the MD and started looking out. That was when I started my training outfit but couldn't quite get traction.
Anyway, after leaving this NGO, I spent another 5 months in the wilderness, literally. Ate rejections almost every other day. Was living on the goodwill of friends and relations. Basically wondering what to get out of life.
An Antler rep came knocking at the time and was in the process of fast tracking my application to the Antler cohort at Kenya. Guess what? My passport had expired. Ran to go fast track my passport, after a few days emailed the partner but was told it was too late.
I remember laying in my room laughing hysterically, mulling to myself, "who I offend?"
Thankfully at that time, I applied to Andela and the process started for another 2 months. I got into Andela and my monthly salary was my previous annual salary. This trend continued in a subsequent company. Use am run one or two that year.
But the point is, while I was enjoying this new reality, I asked myself, "why did you worry all those times?" In hindsight, there was no reason to. I should have just chilled for 5 months, enjoyed myself.
But we are human and can only understand life in hindsight. As long as you believe this it will work out for you: EVERYTHING will turn out better than you expected, just stop worrying.
As my final tribute to Ronaldo, I'll chase my dreams with the hunger and discipline he inspired in me. I'll keep pushing, improving, and refusing to settle. One day, I hope to look back and know his legacy helped me build my own. VIVA RONALDO, forever.
As my final act of love for Ronaldo, I will become the most disciplined,focused and obsessed version of myself. Win or lose does not matter, but I will never quit without a fight. No matter how bad it hurts, how lonely it gets, or how sad I feel, I will never give up on my dream.