Abidemi Oluwaseun (Sisitailor✂️✂️)

Hello Vendorenas, We're going again today. A reminder to quote this tweet with what you're selling. It will be a good business day.

“I lost ₦25 million to the people I trusted most. But one ‘small boy’ saved my business.” That was how my pure water company manager was eating chicken every other evening, living large and looking fresh… while I was growing lean and looking older by the day. This life no balance sha. 😊😊😊 After investing about ₦25 million into the business, there was always a new depressing story every day. While the manager kept lying about trucks, generators, and machinery, the drivers were having a field day. I had promised to take care of my staff — and I was playing my part well. Sadly, many of them couldn’t see beyond the next plate of rice or eba. It was a harrowing experience. They dealt with me without mercy. I even sent a trusted church member…she quietly “opened her own shop” and started siphoning money. There was always chaos in the office. No one considered the long drives I made every Saturday and Sunday just to keep things running. At one point, I brought in an artist I had been supporting — even bought about ₦2 million worth of his works. I employed him to oversee the office while I was at my 9–5 and paid him upfront. Pride wouldn’t let him work. I fired him two days after. Then I sent my sister — hardworking, integrity pro max, hates waste and dishonesty. That was when the real resistance started. They complained she was “too strict.” I knew exactly what that meant. One Saturday morning, I called an emergency meeting. I needed answers. After everyone spoke, the youngest staff raised his hand… looked the manager in the eye… and exposed all the fraud. Silence. No one could deny it. I stood up and told everyone: Take your belongings. We are shutting down. 😭😭 The factory closed for one year. That was it. I had had enough. Painful… because it was the second factory I had to shut down. But here’s the twist… When we bounced back, my sister and that young boy became the backbone of the business. Today, she is the Managing Director, and that same boy is Head of Production in my yoghurt company. I sponsored him through school — he is studing Microbiology. Today, they run a billion-naira business. Never give up. Now you understand why I can sleep peacefully, even from far away England. 😊

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I really dislike ironing clothes mehn but I can’t wear rumpled clothes either . I’m sure I’m not the only one on this table

Is it too early to eat eba and ogbono soup? Asking for a friend.

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Guys, please be taking pictures. Take as much as you can. Your story won't end this way. In this current state that you are, nonetheless still take pictures to capture moments. You will appreciate these memories later in life. I've been going through my Google photos memories for the past thirty minutes or so now, and I so much love the photos the app keeps bringing up. Unfortunately, they aren't stuffs I can share in a toxic space like twitter; twitter is the modern day coven of witchcraft and wizardry, and it is filled with too many unfortunate bitter envious souls. Photographs are awesome. Take pictures sir/ma. Ire ooooo.

Nigeria’s highest currency can’t buy you a loaf of bread, a liter of petrol, a de rica of rice, a bowl of tomatoes. We are cooked!!!