No one says you need to be in a competition in a bakery to become the bread winner of your family— but at least if you won that's what you'll be called (bread winner). Scratch that. Hook or crook, every venture has its own motive. This is one of the stories I've always left in the abyss, but now, I've dug deep until I look up to see our house's foundation.
Growing up into full bloom with everything being equal– breast standing like infantryman strong enough to pull a tension. Curves, well shaped, it took a professional to drift through. I soon began to be sought after by every man, like a bachelor's degree–I was an achievement for any guy that had me as a girlfriend.
Not too long, I began to get tossed from one man to another, like a bottle of champagne–they just wanted to have a taste. It was royalty to taste a drink that had brought so much highness. But they dropped me carelessly till I became too shattered beyond enclosure— I was all over the place like rubble of a broken vase.
"Why be a tool, when you can be a handler?" So I was motivated into applying for managerial jobs after spending 6 years to acquire a 2nd class BSc in Business Administration. Unfortunately, the only job I managed to handle was one that didn't require a school degree, still it didn't take time before I blew it into the wind. Maybe I lacked just the skill set for management.
I felt it was hostility putting the shoulders to the wheel and driving my life back and forth. But it didn't quite queer me away from business management when ventured into Sole Proprietorship using my body as capital and every thing that made a business. I accounted for quite a good monetary profit, but I lost count of how many men patronized my company a day. I managed the men satisfactory well that they even recommended me to other friends for a good turnover, but my company soon lost its credibility due to gross equipment depreciation.
What's left after a company accounts for multiple negative yearly balance?
©Abdulhameed Ridwan O
—Shomade Abdulazeez.
