If you are man aged 20-40 please don’t skip this, you must know this.
1. Try to start something, whether content, handiwork or automation, and make sure you have passion for it, don’t do what you don’t have passion for, it’ll help you in the days you feel like giving up.
2. Nobody would save you, especially if you are outta the university, family depend on you now, your rich friends can only tip you, with little change but won’t give you money.
3. Surround yourself with hardworking friends, not lazy men, who live illusions as a life, friends who would tell you, this is how to do it and all that, tell me your friend and I’ll tell you who you are.
4. Make sure you dress well, wear good perfume and smell nice, this you can afford at that period of time, you are addressed the way you dress, brands look at you, and would give you deals they feel you are worth.
5. Learn to say NO, don’t do things you can’t do for anyone, even down to relationship, don’t pressure yourself, people easily forget so if you displease yourself for others, they’ll use you.
Saying no ain’t bad, but then you can’t help everyone.
I went to a local market.
Last Saturday to buy toiletries.
While walking past the perfume section.
A man blocked my way.
Holding a bottle with a gold cap.
"Oga! Premium designer oil perfume!
Oud Wood! The smell stays on your clothes.
For one week!"
"Even if you wash the shirt.
The smell will still be calling your name!"
He sprayed a tiny drop on my wrist.
It smelled strong, sweet, and luxurious.
He started at 15,000 Naira.
After five minutes of acting.
Like I wanted to walk away.
He sold it to me for 4,000 Naira.
I thought, "Yes! I have entered the league.
Of smelling like an oil tycoon."
I had a big corporate networking event.
Last night.
I dressed up in my clean.
White native attire.
Before leaving the house.
I picked up the 4,000 Naira perfume.
And sprayed it generously.
I sprayed my neck.
I sprayed my chest.
I sprayed my shoulders.
I wanted to create a cloud.
Of luxury around me.
Ten minutes into my drive.
To the venue.
The atmosphere inside the car changed.
The sweet smell vanished completely.
It was replaced by a sharp, chemical odor.
That smelled like a mixture of insecticide.
Kerosene.
And rotten onions.
The heat from the Lagos traffic.
Had activated the true ingredients.
Of the market perfume.
The smell was so concentrated.
It started burning my eyes.
I had to roll down all my car windows.
While driving on the highway.
Gasping for fresh air.
Like a fish out of water.
I arrived at the event hall.
I walked inside.
Hoping the AC would cool.
The situation down.
The moment I approached.
A group of potential business partners.
A man stopped talking mid-sentence.
He looked around the room.
Wrinkled his nose.
And whispered,
"Excuse me, does anyone else smell gas?
I think there’s a leakage from the kitchen."
They all looked at me.
The smell was radiating off.
My white native outfit.
Like a smoke bomb.
A lady next to me actually.
Brought out a handkerchief.
And covered her nose.
I couldn't even stay.
For the introduction.
I had to turn around.
Walk out of the hall.
And drive back home.
In deep shame.
When I washed the native shirt.
This morning.
The chemical smell refused to go.
It has permanently bonded.
With the fabric.
Never buy "designer perfume".
From a random market vendor.
For 4k.
The oil they use is just battery acid.
Mixed with industrial perfume concentrate.
You will not smell like success.
You will smell like a hazardous.
Chemical waste dump.
Have you ever had a perfume.
Betray you in public?
Drop your confession in the replies.
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