This conversation is bigger than Adeife.Because if we’re being completely honest with ourselves, are we actually aiming for more?
Not just more money. Not just a better lifestyle. But more in terms of what we believe we can become, what we can build, and the kind of impact we can create.
Sometimes the problem isn’t that we lack potential. Sometimes we simply stop at the first version of ourselves that works. And sometimes, yes, the environment, exposure, access and circumstances around us can limit what we see as possible. But at some point, we also have to ask ourselves: am I genuinely reaching for more, or have I become comfortable with what I already know?
This conversation is about ambition, exposure, survival, opportunity, and what we allow ourselves to believe is possible. And honestly, this is one of the reasons we built YATSA an ecosystem created to give you access to better conversations, people, opportunities, knowledge and resources that can help you grow beyond your current reality.
If you’re ready to put yourself in spaces that challenge you, expand your thinking and help you build more, click the link in my bio to register and become part of the YATSA community.
i’m a big fan of reciprocation. you reach out, i reach out. you’re distant, i’m distant. you check on me, i check on you. you’re inconsistent, i’m inconsistent. you spoil me, i’m gonna spoil you. i deal with people exactly how they deal with me. nothing more, nothing less.
Deciding between free bleeding or wearing a pad on the 4th /5th day of your period is crazy .
If you choose to free bleed, you’ll actually bleed, but if you wear a pad , nothing happens 😂
all jokes aside, i think one of the best things that can happen to you as a young person is figuring out what you truly want to do with your life early on and being in an environment that doesn't hinder it from happening
I finally realise that this is why I'm not drawn to Nigerian books. I just want to escape from reality when reading a book😤 not being drawn back to it😭
Nigerianess:
Night had drawn near. Bimpe sat on a chair, waiting for the last flash of electricity from NEPA.
“Well, nobody is going to know I didn’t iron this. It will straighten on my body,” she thought aloud. She conceded with a shrug.
She lived close to the road, so sometimes she could hear the buzzing of okadas and, faintly, the voices of conductors calling out:
“Mile 2! Alakija! Barracks! 1k note ma wole o’’
Then came a knock on her door. Her neighbour stood outside.
“Abeg, you get charger? Give me head’’
God I need a proper big girl job…. I love seeing high earning corporate women.
Their dresses, wigs, pants and shirts, bags, accessories and poise.
I’m suited for it oh Lord! You know I’m not lazy and I’m humble enough to learn 🙏