I remember when all I had left was N1k.


And sadly, I lost it.


I just came to Lagos.


This was a long time ago.


I was living somewhere in Ikorodu.


A hungry web designer with no stable income.


I didn't have money for adverts.


So I went around pasting A4 black and white posters around town.


"Design Your Website for N3,500".


I was cheap.


It wasn't my fault.


The competition was fierce.


My only selling point was my low price.


Yet, jobs barely came by.


So on this occasion, all I had left was N1k.


That was my feeding money for the next five days.


I had it with me when I left my "workshop" the night before.


I was sure of it.


It was in my breast pocket.


How did it magically disappear?


I wondered.


After turning my tiny room upside down for the next two hours, I finally gave up.


I was a stranger in a strange city.


I had no friends.


I thought to call my dad.


But that wasn't an option.


And that's because I left home without his approval.


And he has bragged to me that I will come running back home when life shows me "pepper".


So my ego wouldn't let me call him.


As a Christian, I knelt and prayed.


I begged God for mercy.


After fifteen minutes of my spiritual rattling, I got up with a plan.


There was this place close to my house where I ate every morning.


It is called Mama Funke Canteen.


An Ijebu woman.


Very fearsome, shrewd businesswoman.


She doesn't smile much.


But Funke?


Funke had eyes like a pussy cat.


Voice, sweet like sugarcane.


The attraction was mutual.


I know when a girl likes me.


So I thought to myself, I would go to the canteen and explain my ordeal to Funke.


I dressed up and went armed with a plan.


I stood on the line where Funke was serving.


It was a long line.


But I had no choice.


Her Ijebu mother manned the other line.


Soon it got to my turn.


Hi, Funke, I said with a smile.


She smiled back with a sparkle in her eyes.


When I saw that sparkle, I knew my plan would work.


"Funke, I am suffering from an ulcer.


But I have no cash on me right now.


I will go to the bank when I get to the office.


When I come here to eat tomorrow, I will pay you anything I owe.


So, please give me a plate of rice with two pieces of meat."


I said.


All the while I was talking Funke's face had a smile.


When I was done talking, she said with that lovely voice…


..."Oga Abeg, I dey respect you o, Please don't make me insult you".


And screamed angrily " NEXT !!!"


Like a dog with its tails between its legs, I walked away, beaten emotionally.


That day, I went to work on an empty stomach.


The next day it was the same thing.


No food.


That was when hunger forced me to call my Pastor.


She prayed for my business.


And she also sent me N2k.


Not too long after that, I had a few clients.


Life in those days was a painful bumpy ride.


I almost gave up.


Looking back now, I could see my mistakes.


They were many.


But the chiefest of them was that I did not have an automated income stream.


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I didn't know this earlier on.


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Currency.


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PS: The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.


Funke had a beautiful smile but an Ijebu heart.


She deceived me.


And...


That was the last time I went there to eat.