What I did after uni and skipping NYSC. Two years after uni, my life looks nothing like what my transcript suggested it would become. Immediately after I graduated, fear became very real. I had a second-class lower, no connections, and I skipped NYSC I was too broke and I was my family Anthony Joshua I don't want to die I was scared for my safety due to insecurities in the country. I knew, deep down, that getting a job would not be straightforward for someone like me. There was no safety net. No family leverage. If things went wrong, I wasn’t “starting over.” I was going back to the SAPA mode. At that point, I had no real skills. Nothing impressive. Nothing that could be packaged neatly on a CV. All I had was the ability to talk, to show up, and to respond quickly. I was always available, always asking questions, always trying to be useful. Coming from a poverty-stricken background teaches you one thing early: mistakes are expensive, and hesitation costs you more than effort. So I took myself seriously, even when I didn’t feel ready. I tried different paths, looked confused for a while, failed publicly, and kept going anyway. The odds were not in my favour. People told me directly that my grade would limit my chances, that scholarships would be difficult, that opportunities might pass me by.They didn’t. Along the way, I earned scholarships, secured a remote job, and impacted people’s lives in ways I never imagined, In my first year putting myself out there consistently, I grew this account from zero to fifty thousand people. Financially, I moved from struggling on about $700 to earning over $15,000 within two years after uni. This isn’t a story about tech. After uni and NYSC, Some people will choose that path, and some won’t. That’s fine. What actually changed my life were the attributes I built, not the industry I chose. I learned to be responsive in a world that rewards speed. I stayed consistent when motivation disappeared. I became patient enough to let results catch up to effort. I made myself visible instead of waiting to be discovered. And I refused shortcuts, even when things were hard. That’s why I share my journey here. To show that background is not destiny, and that you don’t need privilege to build momentum. You need the right habits, repeated long enough. If this resonates, we talk about these things deeply every Wednesday on X Spaces 8:00pm. Real stories, real conversations for people who want more from life without cutting corners. Don't copy me but do what works for you. Sad boys will smile again.

Apparently Introverted men with unstable jobs (trading) are now a hot commodity

If you really want to learn the basics of personal finance all in a book, you might want to check out "Your Money or Your Life" by Vicki Robin and Joe Dominguez

Never will it be heard that in the end I failed

RT @amahledaclown: I might say I hate school but I’m touching that PhD some day idgaf.

1. i don’t know how to express my feelings 2. i don’t like asking for help 3. i don’t know how to check up on people 4. i’m an overthinker 5. i’m quick to say nvm or leave it 6. i like being alone 7. i can’t express affection too much 8. i’m observant

Woke up this morning to two SLs Will I trade today again? NO Will I trade tomorrow if I get a setup? YES Will I cry? NO Will I watch movies so that I don't revenge trade? YES GM Guys☺️💜 Say it back!!

I won’t lie to you, Enyinnaya; I used to think like that too. Then I moved to the UK. I started travelling to other countries without breaking my bank, and I saw how their citizens lived without constant stress. My mentality shifted completely. You honestly don’t need extraordinary wealth to live a very comfortable life. And that’s the part that stings about Nigeria. It isn’t just greed driving the obsession with money; it’s survival. In countries where systems actually work, you don’t have to chase billionaire-level wealth just to secure peace of mind. Your health, safety, and even the small pleasures of life aren’t permanently at risk. Comfort isn’t a luxury there; it’s a baseline. So when Nigerians dream of Otedola-sized wealth, it isn’t always vanity. It’s a desperate attempt to insulate themselves from a system that keeps failing them. To live here and not aspire to extreme riches almost feels like gambling with your own dignity. The irony is that travel exposes this truth in reverse. You realise you don’t need obscene wealth to be free. You just need functioning structures, a fair chance, and a life that doesn’t demand a fight at every turn. Once you taste that, the hunger for endless money starts to feel less like ambition and more like a trauma response you’ve finally outgrown.

There are some bungalows you will see, you will realize that the owner can afford duplex but just loves what he loves .

Back then if you were in boarding school any small holiday like this Wiz, OBO & Olamide hit go dey wait for house

I'll repeat this again and again, please monitor your financial life very strictly. It's hard to find help when you're a broke man. VERY hard

in conclusion, even if you're not ready for the day, it cannot always be night.

0.01 lot size for food 0.1 lot size for bills 1 lot size for your lifestyle

For all the broke 16-25 year olds. This is your roadmap: Hit the gym. Get into crypto. Pick 1 skill you like. Spend 12-18 hours learning. Start flipping memes. Eventually quit your 9-5 job. Join the top 0.01% before 30. Thank me once you make millions with this shit.

THIS MOMENT MOVED MOUNTAINS

I been dead broke before I’ll never laugh at a nigga that’s trying

One thing people need to understand about EXTREMELY kind, nice and loving people, is that their Other side is just as extreme.

God is the greatest !!!