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  • What She Said: I Need to Write to Be Alive

    Navigating life as a woman in the world today is interesting. From Nigeria to Timbuktu, it’ll amaze you how similar all our experiences are. Every Wednesday, women the world over will share their experiences on everything from sex to politics right here. 

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    This week’s #ZikokoWhatSheSaid subject is a 28-year-old Nigerian woman. She talks about writing as a form of therapy, being a Christian in a staunch Muslim home and raising 17 cats.

    What’s one thing that makes you happy right now?

    Right now? Writing. 

    It was a huge part of my life until I had a four-year writer’s block. A few weeks ago, I started writing again, and I can feel myself becoming lighter. I still haven’t gotten my groove back, but knowing that writing isn’t completely lost to me makes me happy. 

    Of course, being around my family makes me happy too, but writing adds a layer of self-fulfillment.

    How so?

    When I had writer’s block in 2018, I almost prayed for death because I was tired of living. I’ve started writing again, and it gives me something to look forward to when I wake up. Sometimes, I hate getting sleepy because it means I have to stop. 

    I don’t even write to get my books published or anything. I just have so many stories in my head, and I love bringing them to life. It’s like I get to create my own world, and even if it’s just for a little while, I can live in it.

    What do you write about, and how did you get into writing?

    I started out of boredom. It was the first week of senior secondary school in 2007, and I was sitting in class doing nothing. I picked up a pen, took one of my school books and started writing a story. It was romance, but there were some elements of my life in it. When I was done, for some reason, my classmates liked reading it. So I wrote more. 

    After a while, it stopped being about boredom and became my every waking and sleeping thought. I would dream storylines and be inspired by everything and everyone around me. I even wrote a three-book series about my best friend that I hope will become a TV series someday.

    You were on a roll. So when did the writer’s block happen?

    After I met Christ in 2012, I wanted my writing to include my faith, but it was so difficult. I was used to writing your typical romance so switching to gospel was like learning how to drive an automatic car and suddenly having to go manual. 

    I refused to write anything else, but what I wanted to write seemed beyond me. Coincidentally, I was really busy with university, and then law school. A lot of things were happening at the same time, so writing sort of fell away from me. By the time I settled into adulthood, I realised I couldn’t write like before. I’m so glad that’s over now.

    Me too. How did you shake the block?

    I prayed about it a lot. I told God why I wanted to write, that I believe He gave me the talent as a means to tell people about Christ. I apologised for burying my talent because of my law pursuit and just let Him know I was desperate. After some time, the characters started speaking to me again.

    Were you always Christian or did you just convert in 2012?

    I was born into a Muslim family, so I’ve always been religious. I even used to represent my Arabic school in competitions. But I attended a Catholic primary school so I also had a deep knowledge of the Christian faith. I was okay with both religions.

    When I was 16, I started spending time with a girl who lived in my area, and we talked about God a lot. She opened me up to things I thought I knew about Christ, and when I realised the difference between Islam and Christianity, I had to make a choice. I chose Christ then, but it was years before I truly understood what it meant.

    What do you mean?

    I later had the opportunity to study several religions at OAU. I literally got accepted for a degree in religious studies instead of the law I applied for. So I studied Islam, Christianity, Hinduism, Buddhism, Taoism and many others, and it was just one religion that had a God who loved me so much He was willing to die for me. 

    Others kept asking me to do things to attain “paradise”, but Christ was the only one saying, “You don’t have to do anything. In fact, there’s nothing you CAN do, so I’ve done it all. All you gotta do is believe me.” Only one religion had a God who called me His own child. The choice was between sonship and servanthood, and I chose to be a son.. Or daughter, in my case.

    And how did your family take it?

    I haven’t officially told my parents I’m a Christian yet, but they know. Everyone knows. My actions, words and very life reflect Christ. My big sister also attended OAU, so some people told her about it.

    I’ve told my younger siblings because we have a close relationship, and I can tell them anything. At first, they were confused and wanted to know why I couldn’t just “be a Muslim”, but I explained how I felt, and they cheered me on.

    What about your parents?

    In the beginning, it wasn’t funny. They were all over me all the time like, “You were born into a Muslim family. It’s only someone who’s greedy and wants what other people have that’ll decide they want to step out of their own religion.” They would sit me down, and pray and fast.

    So what’s writing post-block been like?

    I finally found a balance. I still write romance, but now, every word is a conscious effort to reach out to someone and say, “You’ll be okay.” I’ve finally gotten to the point where the ideas that swim in my head are the ones that’ll heal people. And I can finally breathe.

    Do you write for a living now?

    No. I haven’t gone into it because I’m scared. I’ve been writing for a long time, but I just enjoy sharing my books with friends and discussing them. Lately, they’ve been pushing me to “let the world see”. I’m scared the world won’t be as kind as they are. 

    I’m scared of the day someone will tell me, “Your books aren’t actually that good” or “This is trash”. I’m scared I won’t recover from it, and it’ll take away my love for writing. Right now, I hear a lot of “This is good. This is great. You write well. The storyline is perfect”. And that’s good enough for me. 

    A while ago, I published the first book I wrote after my writer’s block, but I refused to post the link so people won’t see it. I just like going back to the site to look at it. Maybe as a birthday present to myself at the end of the year, I’ll finally share.

    What do you do at times like this when you’re unsure of yourself, or just sad?

    I think of a bright future. Lately, I’ve been thinking I want to settle down, get married and have two to five kids. I’d like to move into my own house with my husband and start living my own life. Apart from that, in the presence of God, there’s fullness of joy. So when I start to feel sad, I remember I dwell in His presence. I listen to music and play with my cats. 

    Cats?

    Yes, I have cats. I have a lot of cats. Well, not anymore. I’m down to two now, but once upon a time, I had 17 cats at once. My dad was going to send all of us out of the house like “I can only live with one: human beings or cats.” Lol.

    Oh wow. How did you handle 17 cats?

    It was overwhelming but also easy because cats are fiercely independent. They love to do everything themselves unlike dogs. They clean themselves and some of them love to stay outside. They also don’t make noise at all. The only problem is when you have kittens and they start to pee on your couch. My parents tried to kidnap and give out one of my cats once, and it actually crawled all the way back home the next day. The older cats started dying, and we started selling off the kittens.

    Omg. Do you feel alienated from your family at all?

    My whole life revolves around my family. I work for my dad so we spend a lot of time together, and we’ve gotten closer. I’m his lawyer. I handle the administration of his real estate company. He likes to involve me in the construction side, so I visit his sites too. Then I go from work back home. 

    When I go out, I go with my siblings. We go everywhere together. Last time, we went to this Korean festival, and it was so much fun. We had Korean food, drank boba tea and sang K-pop songs. We all love to hang out together, and our differing religions don’t affect that. We are our own friends and sounding boards. If something happens at work with my dad, I report to my mom and siblings, and he reports me to them too. 

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    Most people don’t like working with their parents. What’s it like for you?

    I mean, some people ask if I intend to leave. But I don’t want to. I think of it as a permanent job, you know, a family business. At the end of the day, my dad hopes to retire and wants to have someone who already knows the business. I’m learning a lot really fast. I think it’s giving him the confidence that if he decides to take a break, everything will be okay. 

    I’ve been working with him for almost two years now, and I’m used to almost everything. The workers and staff, everyone is used to me. We hope the rest of my siblings join too. My youngest sister is studying architecture, but if she doesn’t want to come into the business, that’s fine too.

    Why do I feel like your parents made you study law because you wanted to write?

    Funny thing is I didn’t always want to be a lawyer. In primary school, I was called “small lawyer” because I was good at debates. I won all of them. I was small, but I spoke well, so they always involved me in anything to do with speaking. In secondary school, I was put in any competition that involved oratory skills even though I was in science class.

    So what did you want to be?

    I wanted to be a gynaecologist. I loved pregnant women and the whole process of pregnancy. I have three younger ones, not to mention many nephews and nieces. I’ve seen the pregnancy process from start to end a lot of times, and it amazes me. 

    I watched my sister move around in the womb and then move around the same way after she was born. My baby brother moved slowly and rarely in the womb. And when he was born, he was so quiet and gentle. I figured our characters are formed from the womb, and I found that fascinating.

    I agree. So from gynaecology to law? How did that happen?

    I didn’t have the skills to achieve that dream. Oh, my God, physics was hard. After graduation, I didn’t get admission for medicine; I got microbiology. I would’ve had to study microbiology for four years before I could switch to medicine. 

    Then my dad told me to take GCE for art class because, for some reason, he thought I was a genius and my only options were medicine and law. He also never really supported my decision to be in science class in the first place.

    How did you manage such a shift after graduating?

    I had to start reading and teaching myself government. Thank God, I did literature throughout secondary school because I loved reading, so it was easy for me. I wrote a second WAEC and did GCE for two different classes in the same year. 

    I got another admission for microbiology at the same time that I passed my entrance examination into art class pre-degree at OAU. I had to choose between “Microbiology then Medicine” and “pre-degree then law”. I chose pre-degree because it was shorter. 

    Law, finally, right?

    Nope. After the one-year period, I got religious studies and English, which is how I learnt about so many religions. I was going to transfer to mass communication, thinking I would combine my love for writing and speaking. But during my second semester in religious studies and English, ASUU went on a strike that lasted months.

    When will ASUU change?

    At a point, it seemed there was no end in sight. My mom was like, “Look, all my kids are stuck in school.” My elder sister had been in OAU for years because of the strikes. My parents didn’t want the same thing to happen to me. So my dad said we should move to a private university. 

    He told me to write entrance exams for law and mass communication. We went to the law department first, I wrote the exam and passed. My mum just said since I’d entered for law, I didn’t need to write the one for mass comm., so we went home. That’s how I ended up studying law. 

    Talk about fate

    In the beginning, I hated it because I had so many friends in OAU. I even had a boyfriend there. I was sad, lonely, and I felt old; I was almost 20 starting over in 100 level where my classmates were 16. But I found the NIFES fellowship, and after a while, I wasn’t sad again. 

    I learnt a lot while studying law. I saw so much injustice in the cases we had to study, and I told myself, “I would love to do something about this and make sure the people around me don’t suffer this kind of injustice.” 

    I feel like something changed

    In law school, our lecturer made a statement once: practice is not the same thing as theory. I thought he was just being philosophical. But when I graduated, I realised he was right. I thought with my law degree, I could stand up to policemen in the face of police brutality. 

    But in Nigeria, when a lawyer goes to challenge the police, they can’t go with the confidence and power they taught us in school or you see on TV shows. They have to be subservient. If you want to get anything from the police, if you want your clients to be treated well in custody, if you even want to get police bail, you must be subservient and bribe them. 

    When I saw this, I was shattered. It wasn’t what I signed up for or imagined when I studied law for how many years of my life? I honestly don’t want to be a lawyer forever. I plan to practice for five years. 

    What about the family business?

    My legal skills will still be applicable there. Right now, I go to court and deal with cases, all of which I’ve won so far. But after some time, we’ll hire a company lawyer for those. I really wish there was more I could do. I feel like a weak lawyer because I don’t have the power and experience to do most of the things I would like to. 

    I can’t stand up in court to speak against injustice because there are too many rules, from the way you dress and speak to the colour of your hair. While rules are good, people will always mismanage them, and many lawyers and judges do. 

    Right

    Because I don’t have enough backing to get away with whatever, I have to be very careful and tiptoe around the law. I don’t enjoy doing that. I’ve practiced for two years so far. If in three, I can get some footing, I’d continue. If not, I’d just hang up my robe and wig, and do other things.

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  • This Public Relations Writer Is Tired of Writing for Money — A Week in the Life

    “A Week in the Life is a weekly Zikoko series that explores the working-class struggles of Nigerians. It captures the very spirit of what it means to hustle in Nigeria and puts you in the shoes of the subject for a week.


    After failing to get a job with his pharmacy degree, Nicholas* switched to content writing. Now on a ₦135k monthly salary, he’s tired of doing the same things every day to put food on the table. What’s an ideal future for him? To get crypto writing gigs that’ll make him a millionaire.

    Phot of a tired man with the caption: This Public Relations Writer Is Tired of Writing for Money — A Week in the Life

    MONDAY

    Every day, I wake up between 6 and 7 a.m. to do the same things: devotion, and meditation, and then I resume work at 9 a.m. I work remotely, so I only have my bath after my team’s standup meeting around 10 a.m. Then I ask my assistant to run me through my to-do list, which typically doesn’t have much to excite me.

    I’m the head of communications at a company that creates courses for professional development to help people get into crypto. My job is straightforward: I manage all public relations going out of the company, including content writing and design. And even though the marketing team handles social media, all their content still has to go through me to ensure they match our brand tone and voice.

    After work, I close my laptop and either pick up a book or watch TV and sleep. The next day, I do the same things all over again.

    TUESDAY

    In 2015, I graduated with a pharmacy degree, did my internship in 2017 and served the following year. But when I tried to get into the job market, I realised, omo, e be like this thing no too pure. From hospitals to institutions in Ebonyi and Abuja, where did I not apply to? My dad even sent my CVs up and down. After a few months, I told myself, “It’s like I will use what I have to get what I want o.” 

    I used to write stories before I graduated, so I decided to try content writing in early 2019. I worked for someone in the United Kingdom for six months. It was hell. The man was supposed to pay me ₦80k, but I was doing everything in the company: manager work o, designer work o, even personal assistant. But he had the nerve to still delay my chicken change salary every month. 

    Before my birthday in June, I begged this man to pay me my money on time. He said, “Okay, I’ll look into it.” Oya now, birthday came and passed, and man did me “Aired DFKM” on top money I worked hard for. He paid me for June in July, and delayed my August and September salaries. By October, I couldn’t take these delays anymore, so I quit.

    I was out of a job until the COVID-19 lockdown in March 2020, doing odd freelance jobs and collecting small small money. Then the CEO of my current company reached out to me to join his startup. I’d edited his pitch deck for free a while back, so when he reached out to me, it was to offer me the job.

    I started in the company as a content writer, and after 10 months, I got promoted to head of communications. My job is pretty monotonous these days, but I prefer it to when I worked as a pharmacy intern. 

    As I take my bath after morning stand-up today, I think how different my current life isfrom when I was practising pharmacy. Before, I’d have to be at work attending to patients from 8 a.m. until 8 p.m. It was stressful as fuck, and I always returned home drained. Now, my schedule is flexible; I work from home, lead a team and delegate tasks.

    When I get back to my work table, I dive into monotonous work for the next six hours: planning webinars, editing course content and looking for ways to improve the company’s processes for external communications — same old, same old.

    WEDNESDAY

    Omo, they’re dragging my boss today. The thing about startups is we make mistakes and learn as we go. In an ideal setting, the marketing team should involve me in their projects at the planning stage, But omo, these guys just created briefs, wrote up documents, got them approved by management and brought them to me to edit at the 11th hour. I was like, WTF? But management pressured me to just do it like that and keep it moving.

    There was a backlash when the information went public, just as I’d warned. And as things heated up on the TL, I advised everyone to not respond to anything until we figured out damage control. But the CEO entered the dragging, and things got messy on Twitter, Facebook and in our Whatsapp community groups. I was so pissed because we could’ve handled the situation better, but this man no dey hear word. Omo, they ratioed his life so much I had to involve the company lawyer.

    It’s been a long day, and I just want to go to bed. But I check the time. It’s still 3 p.m. Why does time crawl when you’re not having fun?

    I just mute my Twitter app and continue working on the document I’ve been drafting for the past week. It contains the plan to help smoothen the flow of information across teams to prevent stuff like this from happening in future.

    THURSDAY

    After all the drama of yesterday, when I woke up this morning, my body kind of refused to get the memo that work continues, but sapa is always a good motivator.

    During today’s standup meeting, I ran through my plan for improving communications, and it hit me that I don’t have regrets about switching from pharmacy to content and PR sha. I sabi work; it’s just I’m not where I want to be.

    These days, my life is a blur. There’s no passion. When I wake up in the morning, there’s no ginger, nothing to look forward to. I’m tired of writing just to put food on the table and pay bills. Between 2017 and 2019, I used to write stories to submit to journals and magazines, and there was always something to look forward to. I miss the thrill of getting acceptance letters and the heartbreak of rejections, for example.

    Now, I’m just tired of the monotony of corporate daily life. I’m doing the same things every day and not earning enough.

    My company currently pays me ₦135k net, and I get an extra ₦100 – ₦120k from freelance work. I want to earn millions, so I don’t have to take on so much work in my spare time to make up for my salary. I need to have time to create content I love.

    I can’t wait for the weekend sha. I took this gig recently, writing about crypto stuff for a guy who pays me ₦8 per word. For him to be able to pay me that much, he probably earns close to a million naira monthly. He’s a middleman who gets contracts and outsources them to me, but I found someone who gets gigs from a direct source and has promised to link me up as long as I can build my portfolio and show workings. I plan to do just that, so help me God.


    *Subject’s name has been changed to protect his identity


    Check back for new A Week in the Life stories every first Tuesday of the month at 9 a.m. If you’d like to be featured on the series, or you know anyone interesting who fits the profile, fill out this form.

  • The #NairaLife Of A 21-Year-Old Jack Of All Trades

    Every week, Zikoko seeks to understand how people move the Naira in and out of their lives. Some stories will be struggle-ish, others will be bougie. All the time, it’ll be revealing.

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    When did life first show you the importance of money? 

    I think I’m on that journey. I try to resist the urge to believe money is more than what it is: an exchange for value, but the world keeps showing me that all that one na okoto meow meow skrrr

    Money is literally what makes the world go round. So I think (I learned the importance) in university when I had to beg a flatmate I hated for money.

    Hahaha. What did you need money for?

    Food. Dinner. Bread and fried eggs. It tasted like humility. I thanked God for his existence in my life that night. 

    There was also that time in 2017 when I sold shirts I’d just gotten the day before. I was broke, but I used all my last money like (₦7k) to buy t-shirts. My eyes cleared the next day. I needed money, so I went around the hostel selling the shirts. I made ₦5k back. I’m a sucker for thrift clothing. If there’s a support group for something like that, I would go.

    So, what’s the first thing you ever did to earn? 

    I used to wash my parents’ car for ₦500 back in the day. I was about 11. It was fun. Outside family stuff, the first time was inputting the results of a questionnaire digitally into an excel sheet. I was 12, it was 2011. It paid ₦15k. 

    Excel at 12? Were you also paying rent?  

    It’s funny because I don’t know how to use sheets for anything more than data inputting till now. I hate the concept of sheets. If I need to do some other action, I google it and then forget later. 

    What else did you do, between then and now?

    Mostly freelance writing. I haven’t made a lot of money TBH. I’ll write advert scripts here and there, charge ₦25k-₦30k. Write greeting card captions. 

    Then there was social media management for about two different pages. I hated it. Maybe the longest I was at one was for three months. They didn’t pay well. One paid ₦25k a month for one post everyday.

    Another gig paid the same ₦30k for about 10 posts a day. Now that I think about it, it was slavery. It was a friend who got the job. He was engaged with so much, he couldn’t handle that one, so he gave me. They were paying him ₦90k. I knew we were splitting the money but I didn’t know it was that bad. 

    Woahh. 

    Then there were content creator jobs at advertising firms. I’m very interested and proficient in marketing strategy and advertising, and ideation and the creative writing part. Not “creating influencer tweets and handling social media” aspects. So I didn’t stay too long at any of the two places where I worked because that’s what they were making me do and I take job satisfaction very seriously. Besides, they both paid ₦40k.

    Interesting. 

    Also, I do bulk printing on every type of material. Shirts, umbrellas, cups, bags, pens. everything. Alongside making my own custom merch. I started that in 2019, registered my business, and it’s not gone too bad. I have a merch story from that that you’d probably love to hear as well.

    Intere –

    Oh, and I have also photographed. ₦25k in 2016. Model shoots for some Instagram clothes vendor. I decided I didn’t want to take pictures primarily for money anymore. I could do my street and life photography and frame and sell some mad pictures. But not active shoots. It was stressful. I used one of those apps that mass edits pictures and sent them back to the person. I am not proud of it.

    When did writing first pay you money?

    Sometime in 2017 when someone who knew I could write subcontracted a script to me and gave me ₦15k. 

    You know, I think the proudest money I probably made was ₦5k for playing for a company who needed footballers to play in their inter-organization games. I posed as an intern. We won the competition. I didn’t score but I was like “I earned from football, how many people can say that?”

    Hahaha. Tell me about your first structured job. 

    Internship. 2018. Content at an agency. I loved it, I think I did good work, and I loved the people I worked with. It paid ₦25k at my first stint from November 2018 – February 2019. The second stint was September 2019 – November 2019. ₦40k. This was around the time I graduated from University.

    Ah, interesting. What came next? 

    Internship. March and April 2020. A content gig at an agency. I didn’t love it. So I quit after two months. It paid ₦40k. I also felt very underpaid. 

    I compared it with my 2019 job where I was coming in only once a week and doing much less because I was a student. And they paid the same thing. Also, the salary negotiations were based on having not done NYSC, and that was why they had to pay me so little. I accepted the job because of the person that linked me to it, but the working environment was toxic so that was a dealbreaker. I can’t be sad and poor.

    Hahaha. Dude, you’re killing me. What did you do next? 

    Freelance writing for a company. ₦140k salary. Highest salary ever. But not the most money made ever.

    What’s the highest? 

    Maybe almost ₦400k from printing branded items for a company. February 2020. 

    Wait, tell me all the things you can do. 

    I can write anything. I find ways to solve problems I’m interested in. 

    And I have good eyes for quality. I learnt some code as well but I never code. I tried to go into fish farming this year and started with 50 fish. They all died. The water was contaminated. 

    Ouch. Okay, How much do you currently earn? 

    ₦150k plus ₦140k. 9 – 5 content creation job and freelance writing for another company. 

    What do your monthly expenses look like?

    Hm, it’s hard. Data is ₦10k. My savings depend on how much I make that month, but  I save ₦100k each from both salaries. Miscellaneous is like ₦20k… or ₦15k. I never budget or track my spendings. I spend on food and stuff, but some of the other money just stays in my account.

    So, what happens to all the remaining money?

    I have no idea. I’m on a course to change. Right now, I have about ₦400k altogether. 

    Lit. 

    Is it really? 

    You don’t think it is?

    I didn’t really start thinking about money until a recent conversation I had. I was talking with a friend about my spending and saving habits and I was complaining about how I never really save. She asked what the most money I ever had stacked up was. I lied. I said ₦100k to cover my shame when it really was about ₦50k at the highest. Her reaction shook me: she was like “₦100k??? God that’s bad o, get your money up and save better. You should also invest.” 

    I was so sad. That was when I started trying to have money and “hoping” for money. It’s not like I hustled for any of the money I have now.  The jobs I got after that time were from referrals, and that’s how I’m able to save this much in a few months. I’m looking to start investing soon, but I have no knowledge about finances. I’ll have to start learning about all of that soon.

    What’s something you want right now but can’t afford?

    Going into the streets, picking up hawker kids and sending them to school. 1 out of every 5 out-of-school children in the world is Nigerian. Nah. Seeing children hawk breaks me so bad. I just want them to have the same opportunity I did. It’s not like I’m great or anything. Everyone just needs basic education. 

    I’m curious about what you think you’ll be doing in five years.

    I honestly have no clue and I try not to think about it. I have been talking to God a lot and at the beginning of this year. He told me to just chill out and take things step by step through Him, that He’s got me. But in 5 years, I just hope I’ve travelled a lot and written some stuff that the whole world marvels at. Some ads, a movie, something. Married. With a kid. Maybe.

    How would you rate your current happiness levels? 1-10?

    I’ve always been a happy person for some reason. I’d say 8. Many times I just open plenty of doors in my head. Something always comes.

    You didn’t hear of how I got in almost a million naira in debt last year though. 

    WHAT?

    So I got a big printing gig. Big client, plenty of things to print. I would have made about ₦500k-₦600k from the deal if I knew what I was doing. I had a business partner. He was in the printing business long before me. So the business model was he was the production head and I was everything else. We got the deal, presented a sample, it was approved. Because I was the administrative head, I only briefly saw the sample, I knew what it looked like, but I didn’t ask for my own copy. The printer scammed my business partner. The guy presented a high-quality sample and printed nonsense. 

    I never bothered to go and inspect because my business partner was inspecting. I would call him every day and he would say everything was going smoothly. He wasn’t inspecting though: he was also calling that his guy to ask if everything was going good and that one told him yes. When it was time to deliver and I saw the stuff, I almost fainted. I knew nobody was going to collect that nonsense. The guy convinced my partner it was the same thing as the sample and we couldn’t do anything but deliver because it was the delivery date.

    They rejected the stuff. I was going to die. They brought out their sample and put them side by side with the new stuff we just brought and it was like comparing light to the darkness. Luckily after plenty begging, they asked us to re-print just a fraction of the original number of stuff we printed and since we had not paid the guy for the printing, we just used the money. Part of our profits went to reprint. The worst period of my life.

    Interesting. What about your merch? 

    I love t-shirts. I ingrain myself in series and movies and music I love. A type of ingraining is getting merch like t-shirts and caps about them. Also witty quotes and stuff. I tried to get a few of those made by merch makers in uni and they all messed up, bringing nonsense quality and poor execution. 

    That’s what made me start making my shirts myself. 

    After a few of those, I realised I could create great stuff by putting my wit and my eye for fashion and (not so great) sensitivity for ‘trends’ into life, and start making my own merch that was both fashionable and unique. That’s what I’m doing. 

    What are the numbers like? 

    Bad. I have only one release from my personal merch, and it has only one purchase.  But I shared another design and people are pre-ordering. 

    For custom orders, I still get a fair amount of orders, which I turn down if it’s not a bulk order. 

    How do you manage your business funds?

    I haven’t done business since that February deal, so I carelessly ate into that money for some time. Going forward, I want to be more intentional with what I do with it though. Put it back in the business, etc. I feel like I’m just actually starting my financial journey.

    You should op –

    Also, another thing I want but can’t afford is a Mac. Please God, hear me. That’s it.


  • 10 Times This Picture Perfectly Described Hilarious Situations

    This picture of this cute school pupil just went viral and people all over the internet just won’t stop talking about it.

    1. When you meet that annoying cashier at the bank.

    2. He’s basically us in every exam hall.

    https://twitter.com/pyepar/status/791202036947775488

    3. Someone even put a weave on him.

    4. When you finally find a job after waiting for so long.

    5. How you withdraw your last card from the bank.

    6. When the angel in heaven wants to act childish.

    7. This one for all the oversabi class captains in the world.

    8. As per the economy is not smiling.

    9. How Pogba sharply signed his Man-U deal.

    10. When people won’t stop hating on your swag.

    11. Where can we sign up abeg?

    https://twitter.com/_Spesh_/status/789346375062396928