Financially - I’m going to win.
Mentally - I’m going to win.
Emotionally- I’m going to win.
Physically - I’m going to win.
In my life - I’m going to win.
Make it a habit to talk about your blessings more than burdens. Where focus goes, energy flows.
I know one guy wey start hibiscus farming because he heard “export money” too many times on Twitter.
Serious guy.
He leased land, hired labourers, bought herbicides, even dey price Hilux before first harvest.
Anytime you see am, na:
“Bro, the local market is dead. Export is the future.”
Harvest came.
Buyers showed interest.
Containers were arranged.
Na there life use one slap reset him destiny.
Because nobody told am say export no really start from farm…
e start from policy! Policy!! Policy!!!
One shipment delayed because one certification no complete.
Another got stopped because moisture content exceeded standard.
One buyer disappeared after hearing the goods no meet export documentation requirements.
That was when I realized something:
Nigeria has many farmers…
but very few people understand export systems, honestly we should be exporting values like ....
See ehn…
You can grow export-grade sesame in Jigawa or premium ginger in Southern Kaduna…
if your paperwork smells funny, your product no go cross border.
Export na like visa application.
Your produce fit qualify…
but policy fit still reject am.
Trade agreements decide who enters easier.
Border controls decide who waits.
Standards decide who gets paid.
Certifications decide who gets respected.
Funny enough, some countries no even compete with us by farming better.
Dem just organize policy better.
That’s why two farmers can plant the same crop…
One becomes an international supplier.
The other starts shouting:
“Nigeria is against hardworking youth.”
Sometimes, na true.
But sometimes… na because we dey treat exports like farming instead of international business.
Question be:
How many Nigerian farmers are learning export policy with the same energy they learn planting season?
@MikeAgrow
“Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time”
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Happy birthday Leye 🎉
This is Pastor Iren's message that changed my life and mentality.
It's been over 5yrs in my phone and every time I feel dismayed and backward I go back to it.
Thank you Pastor @pst_iren
During our church building project, I was attending a conference in Lagos. One of those days, I needed to use the rest at the pastor’s lounge. I saw something rare in the restroom. It was so inspiring.
I called the person supervising the construction back at home, and I was doing all I could to describe what I saw. He could not get it because he had not seen it.
The moment I returned home, I explained what I saw and insisted that I wanted our restroom to be the same way. They implemented it, and it made a huge difference. No one would have to go to the restroom and start thinking of where to place their belongings.
Indeed, you cannot be better than the company you keep. One of the things about great kings is that they are willing to learn from other great kings.
Think about the Queen of Sheba coming all the way to visit King Solomon. Have you ever wondered about the things that she saw:
She saw the House he built:
> *“And when the queen of Sheba had seen all the wisdom of Solomon, the house that he had built,” I Kings 10:4 NKJV*
She studied the way they served food.
She studied the protocol systems of his palace.
She studied the dressing of his servants.
> *“the food on his table, the seating of his servants, the service of his waiters and their apparel, his cupbearers, and his entryway by which he went up to the house of the Lord, there was no more spirit in her.” I Kings 10:5 NKJV*
She saw that his stewards were joyful in service:
> *“Happy are your men and happy are these your servants, who stand continually before you and hear your wisdom!” I Kings 10:8 NKJV*
It was certain she returned to her kingdom with things to implement and improve on.
Beloved, what company do you keep? Are you still learning? Are you still growing? Are you being challenged to get better? Are you stuck with the same old systems and mundane pride? Break the mould. Go and learn!
You can never be better than the company you keep. If you walk with the wise, you are also wise. If you keep company with fools, you are counted as one.
Assess your company!
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I want to share a story. I have probably only told one or two people before.
It was 2019. I was building Nord, I owned 100% at this time, and I had to go to China because some of our important suppliers needed to see me and discuss the way forward. I had spent months selling my dream to them, yet there was still no significant order. I had to fly to China to buy more time. However, I did not have enough money. I was very low on cash. Yet I knew that if I did not go on that trip, the suppliers would see me as unserious and the company would slowly just collapse.
I have a good friend who has always been inspired by what I do and my accomplishments. He expressed interest in investing in Nord and I suggested that we visit the suppliers in China together. My plan was simple. I would pay for my flight and we would share a room where he would cover most of the room cost, while I showed him what we could do with our supply chain.
He lives in London and I live in Nigeria. We were supposed to fly and land almost at the same time, although he was scheduled to arrive a few hours before me.
A few hours before his flight, he called me to say he could not make it because of a logistical mix up. He told me last year, in 2025, that he actually had a serious medical emergency and might have died if he had not been in the UK where he was comfortable and had access to care.
At the time, I did not know this. He did not tell me it was that serious. I simply felt he had abandoned me once the scale of the investment became obvious to him. Still, I was kind on the phone and told him it was okay. He remembered that.
My already difficult but important trip suddenly became much more difficult, but I knew I still had to go.
I flew to China and landed alone.
We had initially planned to stay in a $100 per night room which we would share. Of course, I could not stay in a $100 per night room with my budget anymore, so I told my Chinese partner and friend to find me a really cheap hotel that was still close to town.
He took me to one hotel that had a horrible smell. It was going for $25 per night. I was going to take it until I saw that the toilet was a pit toilet.
I said, “No, e never bad like this.”
I asked him to find me a hotel with a normal toilet. He took me to another one. The smell was ok, it looked neat, and it had a normal WC. It was $40 per night. I took it.
I stayed a few days in Guangzhou, then took trains to other cities where my suppliers were located, staying in hotels that cost about $35 to $40 per night.
A few days before my return, I had to visit an important supplier in a city that required a flight. I had to call Nigeria and asked that they send me some change I put somewhere. I think about $150 was sent through Western U. I used it to buy the flight ticket, attended the meeting, and then returned to Guangzhou for the last two days.
When I landed back in Guangzhou, I had almost no money left. I probably had the equivalent of about $5. It could not buy anything meaningful, but I kept it just to convince myself mentally that I was not completely at zero.
Psychologically, I was very low.
The hotel had complimentary breakfast. That was what I would eat in the morning, and then I would go the entire day without eating. I would drink water all day and go for my meetings while my Chinese friend drove me around.
He did not know I was that low on cash.
Some days we would get complimentary lunch from the suppliers we visited. On other days, we did not.
I just maintained an outward positive attitude even though I was tired and hungry, honestly I was just waiting for the day of my flight so I could finally return to Nigeria.
On the day of the flight, my friend found a way to get me to the airport (that is a story for another day, as that was the day he suspected I was really low on cash).
As usual, I had eaten only breakfast, and the flight was at 00:50 am. I was hungry and tired, I could not buy anything while we waited to board.