CANVA BEGINNER'S GUIDE: PART 1
Everything You Need to Know
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Hmmnn. Let me answer with a story.
Once upon a time in 1999, I had an IDEA: I wanted to build a yoghurt company.
For years, I experimented until I finally got the formula I wanted. People loved the yoghurt, and by 2007, I was producing it from my kitchen.
But I needed a factory.
Someone gave me a place to start. We tried, struggled, and eventually closed it down.
I thought my biggest problem was MONEY.
Then in 2010, I met a billionaire who became my friend. One day, I decided I would tell him about my yoghurt IDEA and possibly ask him for money.
As I opened my mouth, something inside me screamed:
“Shut up dia!” 😂
I began to stammer.
He looked at me and said, “Okay. I hope you will tell me when you are ready.”
So I pursued other ideas instead: an art gallery, shoe making and others.
They failed too.
Then in 2017, someone gave me money. plenty MONEY.
Ah! I thought our problem was finally solved.
We started again. We had equipment, trucks and even added water production.
But there was another problem:
MANAGEMENT.
I couldn't be at the factory every day because I was still working.
While I was funding salaries from my pocket, some of the people managing the business were feasting on the sales.
One manager was reportedly eating a whole chicken almost every day. 😂
I was becoming lean from stress while some of my staff were living large from my business!
Eventually, we closed again.
About eight months later, we started another business just two streets from our home at Aguda.
We hired a skilled manager who could make shawarma, fish and finger foods.
Same story.
Money was disappearing.
So I called a young man who had worked with us before and planted him in the shop as a “cleaner.”
After closing one evening, he came home and told us:
“They are sharing the money.”
“Ahhh! Yeeehhh!” my wife screamed. 😂
I told her to calm down.
We asked the young man to understudy the manager for two weeks. Afterwards, we fired the dishonest team and put him in charge.
We continued growing and eventually moved into a bigger space.
But even after that, another manager began telling customers that HE owned the business and that I was merely on ground in Nigeria while he is based in the UK. 😂
He started collecting our yoghurt money directly from supermarkets and even borrowing money from people using the business telling he was stranded because of Covid.
He too was eventually fired.
I can go on and on.
So if you ask me which is most critical:
IDEA. MONEY. MANAGEMENT.
All three matter.
But a brilliant idea with money and terrible management can still become a brilliant failure.
Money can buy machines, trucks, ingredients and buildings.
It cannot buy integrity.
Today, I understand that one of the greatest assets of any business is the right people, supported by the right systems, controls and accountability.
Good people helped turn our business around.
As an entrepreneur, pray for good people—but don't stop at prayer.
Build systems that protect the business even when you are not there.
Note to young men: a woman who likes you will never tell you this. When I mean never, I mean never.
If she likes you, she will spam you with pictures. You don’t even have to ask. Before you wake, you will see, “Good morning, baby. I want my face to be the first thing you see this morning.” At work, she will send you pictures of herself. On her way home, she will send you a picture of the bike man who she thinks looks like her great-granduncle. She will send you pictures of the sky, of ants moving, of the biscuit wrapper she saw on the road that reminds her of the Speedy biscuit she ate when she was six. Women are that conversational, that revealing, with men they like.
It is when she doesn’t like you that a simple request of “Let me see your picture” will be met with, “I’m sorry, I don’t send my pictures to people I haven’t met.” If she’s a gaslighter, she will chip in with, “Plus, I think it’s rather insulting that you would demand that I send my pictures to you. What do you take me for? Some model looking for a modelling contract? Please, let’s respect ourselves.”
Note to young men: a woman who likes you will never tell you this. When I mean never, I mean never.
If she likes you, she will spam you with pictures. You don’t even have to ask. Before you wake, you will see, “Good morning, baby. I want my face to be the first thing you see this morning.” At work, she will send you pictures of herself. On her way home, she will send you a picture of the bike man who she thinks looks like her great-granduncle. She will send you pictures of the sky, of ants moving, of the biscuit wrapper she saw on the road that reminds her of the Speedy biscuit she ate when she was six. Women are that conversational, that revealing, with men they like.
It is when she doesn’t like you that a simple request of “Let me see your picture” will be met with, “I’m sorry, I don’t send my pictures to people I haven’t met.” If she’s a gaslighter, she will chip in with, “Plus, I think it’s rather insulting that you would demand that I send my pictures to you. What do you take me for? Some model looking for a modelling contract? Please, let’s respect ourselves.”
I hate work.
Like, I HATE work.
Not necessarily my job. I hate the whole fking system of waking up at the same time, driving to the same place, doing the same shit for five days straight just to earn two days of “freedom” that I’m too exhausted to actually enjoy.
Saturday is spent recovering.
Sunday is spent thinking about Monday.
Then Monday comes, and we do the whole damn thing AGAIN.
I’m not lazy. I work. I show up. I handle my sh*t.
I just refuse to believe we were put on this earth to spend most of our lives waiting for the weekend.
Having a genuine heart nowadays will teach you real quick that everybody don’t move with the same loyalty you do. I be solid because that’s who I am, not because I’m expecting something back. But after seeing how easy people switch up, I stopped giving everybody the same access to me. I’m still genuine, I just pay closer attention to who actually deserves it.
Bruh, first don't be ashamed of where you are. You are 33, not finished. You have a job, you have a mother who loves you, you have ambition, and most importantly, you are thinking seriously about the kind of husband and father you want to become. Those are not small things.
The fact that you have a soft spot for women is not a character defect. It simply means you are capable of attachment. What you need to learn is discernment, how to love someone without losing your judgment.
And please don't use what happened between that lady and your colleague as evidence that all women cannot be trusted or that you always choose wrongly. You weren't in a relationship with her. She told you she was already in one, and she made her own choice on who she does her infidelity with. She clearly doesn't like or rate you, and she is simply sleeping with who she rates, while claiming to be honourable. That's on both of them.
You asked, "How will I know she's the one?" LOL
You probably won't know because of one magical feeling. Marriage is not an examination where God drops an answer sheet on your table. You learn by observing her character over time.
How does she behave when she's angry?
How does she treat people who cannot benefit her?
How does she handle money?
Can she apologise?
Does she respect boundaries?
Does she tell the truth when lying would be easier?
Does she support your growth without becoming dependent on your success?
Can you disagree without destroying each other?
Do your values, faith, family expectations and vision for children actually align?.....
And don't rush marriage because you're afraid of getting older. The woman you marry will not only become your wife, she will become the mother of your children and one of the most influential people in your home and decision making. Choose carefully.
As for your finances, ₦200k and living with your mother at 33 doesn't make you a failure. It simply means you are not yet where you want to be, but you are working towards where you want to be. Keep the focus bruh.
Regardless, don't wait until you're rich before allowing yourself to become a husband or father. But don't also use marriage as an escape from the responsibility of building yourself either. Work on your career, increase your earning capacity, save, learn practical skills, build your confidence, become financially disciplined. Eventually get your own place when you can reasonably afford it.
Most importantly, stop thinking that you need to have everything figured out before you become a man. Use now to become the kind of man a good woman should want to build a life with.
My final piece. Take your time, bruh. Build yourself, don't become cynical because one situation didn't work out. And don't become desperate because you haven't found your person yet. You are not late, you're just learning. Selah!
If you don't love them, let them go.
It will hurt, but it will hurt far less than spending years making someone feel unloved.
If you like, listen, if you like, don't, it's your life.
Don't marry someone who truly loves you when you know you don't love them.
You may think you're giving them a chance, but eventually, you'll punish them for loving you.
You'll struggle to give them the affection they deserve.
You'll become distant. You'll get irritated by things that shouldn't bother you. And they'll keep wondering why the person they love doesn't love them the same way.
Don't accept someone's heart just because you're afraid to be alone.
I’ll tell you a very harsh lesson I’ve had to learn through painful experience.
If a person don’t like you, there’s ABSOLUTELY nothing in this world you can do to change that.
Twerking for the approval of people who hate your very existence is a fool’s game. Best case scenario, you end up what they call a “useful idiot.”
What's there to life, Afowobafile?
We sacrifice our peace for money, our time for possessions, and our health for success. Then one day, life simply stops. Not because we're ready, but because that's how life is.
None of us takes our wealth, titles, or achievements with us. The only things that truly remain are the lives we touched, the kindness we showed, and the memories we created.
So don't postpone happiness. Don't wait for the "perfect time."