Happy Sunday, Sorry I haven't Posted in a while my friends, I've been busy.

Come, sit down beside me, let me tell you a story.

My dad left the village and went into the city to hustle. A very ambitious young man he was.

He left his friends, family and dearest pet to go find greener pastures.

He spent years learning a trade in Onitsha, and after he was done and settled, he started off on his own.

He told me something, he said "As money started coming in little by little, I started getting calls from the village"

There was always someone to feed, a new pot to buy, a leaking roof to fix, and so on.
And as time went on he kept sending money, he sent something every week.

Then his business started going south, he had to stop. NO MORE SHISHI

He stopped taking calls and stopped sending money home, he knew that if he had continued, he would have been back to trenches. �

He needed to be established.

Dear Business man/woman, don't give out money that will affect your business.

They won't come to your aid when you're back to square 1.