The making of Wealth

I had a knack for books as a child, but I repelled motivational books - Memoirs of Marshall Zhukov, Kevin Keegan, All the Best People, Kenneth Kaunda - which seemed to dot our petite library. I had even attempted Philosophy, but not the leadership thing, and autobiographies. As a teenager, I went for romance, bestsellers and thrillers. Then I entered college and met a friend who was addicted to Napoleon Hill. He'd tell me, he want to make it big in no time, and I gareed with him. Myself, I could not recount the time I had enough to spent and make meaningful investments. So, I nurtured that dream of hitting the jackpots very soon, but very soon was taking ages. Before I knew it, I was already in my final year.

My friend started doing forex before I knew it, then started withdrawing money from his domiciliary account - I was still in a bottleneck - only prizing some share certificates I have which I still have not been able to verify. I then began to scour the internet for investment success formulas, and began to see people with the book, Rich Dad Poor Dad. My dad had been reading a copy the last time I was home, that was before he started his fishery investments. But I told myself, no one would teach me how to make money.

I continued my search for the golden fleece though not with much vigor, and attempted to get addicted to the financial stations on cable like my brother have, but still to no avail. Then I bumped into Donald Trump on Good Morning America, where there was an advert of his "The Apprentice". I liked what I saw, but immediately discarded him from my mind. Then, I visited a friend and was offered 'Why We Want You To Get Rich', written by Donald and Robert Kiyosaki, and my life was never the same. Within 24 hours, I read Kiyosaki's sequel to Rich Dad..., the one that has the four quadrants: E,S,B,I in another friend's place, then I began to piece the pictures together. Perhaps it was time I put on my investment shoes, and create a better life for myself. Probably, it was time the foundations were laid for the building of my empire. I read only the first chapter of the former, and the first three chapters of the latter, and was never in my life challenged about my personal goals on finance in my life, as Kiyosaki and Trump continued to.

If I had any pride left in my measly financial life, it vanished after I read about his dad, whom in wealth, still died a pauper. It set me thinking, one which I have not been able to decipher how and what to do next. Indeed in Thomas Edison's words, the greatest task is "thinking".

Now, am set on a newer perspective, and geared towards getting a formula that would mould my financial life into the I quadrant, even as I know am presently not in any of the four quadrants at the moment. I am thinking, and I will find a place to set my feet on. Watch me...

Breath of relief at last

Yesterday I was in Minna, 4 hours drive away from my campus, in a bid to solicit for funds to attend a motivational seminar in Brazil come August 2008. After the official duties, I steeled down to other pressing issues, which included most of all, trying to sort things out with "my princess". She was of course, tired out by the time I made it to her house, because she's been busy of late, organising and starting some financial advisory job. She's actually a member of the Board of Directors, and so, needed to be up and doing.

Well, I had to put up with the fact that she was tired, as I needed to be as caring as possible, even as I sometimes try to define the word CARING without getting a headway.

We had some time to talk, and of course stare at each other for long moments in which chemistry burned, then her roommates showed up. From then on, I could only relegate myself to the background and refuse the spotlight, as my spirits were already dampened by some realisations before her roommates came.

Then the time for me to leave approached, but the all were ruing the fact that I was leaving. However, we spent almost an hour together, after she offered to walk me to the road. We talked about ourselves and most importantly, why I wanted nobody but her in my life.

We had a long talk, and she finally persuaded me to take her as a friend (a very special friend), and get to know each other more. This should materialise into a strong relatiponship that will culminate in her becoming the nucleus of my empire.

I liked the idea, as it would not only help me concentrate on my studies, but also build myself to the challenge of the situation. Something I learnt from it, was that when I get a conviction, I must follow it till the end, and even if I must leave room to negotiations, it must certainly be the last resort, and to my benefit.

Now, am back in school writing this post, preparing to work on my project title, continue a project development framework, and face my courses with gusto.

Life's Backswash; Blessing's hurt

In Geography, when you study oceanography or marine science, you become familiar with such words like swash, backswash, tide and the likes. I have not really taken oceanography into much considerations as I have an interest in Tropical and advanced climatology and macro-meteorology. But the word backswash will remain in my brain - it has to, for me as an intending geographer, in the study of climate.

However, backswash would be used here in a different context.

I don't know how many of us meet someone for the first time, and we fail to reason well, until we have had time with the person, letting some flow of chemistry between you two.

I was away from school for a training on entrepreneurship, and I met this damsel. She was too articulate. You can never take away the fact that she was a beaut.

I was taken away immediately, considering the fact that for three years, I had stayed away from relationships. And when I thought the time was ripe to start afresh, something would come up, and disrupt the whole thing.

But it was not so with her. She was named Blessing. Her dialect name called her Princess, and now, I call her "my Princess". However, the story is not as juicy as it is becoming. We had a chat before I left for school, and she reiterated how hurt she was, from the last relationship. It was on the 1st of January, of the previous year, while everyone was rejoicing for a new year, she was all drenched in pain and tears, when she received a text message from her boyfriend signaling the end of a 5-year relationship. It has now taking her time to heal, and although she can now enjoy herself without much thought of it, she wants another year off relationships before she commits to something new. However, I am obsessed with her.

She is to articulate as I earlier said, and she suits what I want in a woman. I found her, and I want to share my life with her. We have alot in common, and I am learning from her. But above all, she is giving me something I don't have - LOVE.

Even though she doesn't know that she helps make my day by filling my every thought, I know she wants me but is skeptical of the decisions to take because she feels she may get hurt yet again. She thinks I don't love enough to guarantee her happiness, but I want to prove it.

I am almost distraught because of the replies I get for my SMS, but I find hope in that there seem some silver lining at the end of the clouds.

I only hope they be for good for me, her and US.