By Ovundah Nyeche.
The woman that sells bole, yam and fish (roasted plantain, yam and fish) around where I work has our about 4 employees working for her.
She has different grades of fish and “fish head”. The ones on the right cost more than the ones on the left, she also adds sliced African oil bean seed on request at a price, to her gravy sauce.
Her stand attracts a lot of customers and in my estimation which is modest, she goes home daily with profit of nothing less than #20,000 and if you multiply it by 28 days, you will discover that she is not playing at all.
Truly speaking, your white collar job, will likely bow in obeisance to her charcoal stained hands and smoky cloth.
Even if I am a Parishioner in her Diocese, I don’t let her good afternoon or good evening sir deceive me ? ? ?. She is the boss.
In other news,
The irony of these pictures below of a lady selling food with a wheelbarrow which has gone viral is that I won’t be surprised if she is interviewed by a big media agency and she in this era of eye service, won’t also be surprised if she is given a grant to take her business to the next level
Start something, start somewhere…
See a need and meet it…
Open your eyes, there are opportunities begging for attention everywhere…
From dirt, to traffic, to food, to juice… Open your eyes
Stop starving in the midst of your ideas… “Make shame no kill you on top hunger”.
What do you have in your hands? You may call it an ordinary rod, but that may be what will part your Red sea.