Emmydrizy Jnr Cobham’s

𝟑𝟎 / 𝟑𝟎 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐨𝐨𝐨𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅

𝟑𝟎 / 𝟑𝟎 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐨𝐨𝐨𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅

This is cope. You can discourage people from yahoo without lying about reality. Yahoo is simply financial crime and the bulk of the world money is gotten from financial crime. London itself is the financial crime capital of Europe. Many yahoo boys diversified their assets, cleansed their money and are living on investments. How you make money is irrelevant to the world system, it is what you do with the money you make that determines if you live in wealth or poverty. You can make money legally and still go broke. When we say actions have consequences - even the right ones, it means that making good decisions and living your life right does not mean the universe will reward you with wealth. Most times, it means you won't make money, but you'll be able to sleep because your conscience is clear and you wake up holding the full measure of your integrity. To make money in this world, most times, you need to dead your conscience. It is a dog eat dog world. The whole point of living right, is because it is right, not because it will fetch you money. Many times, it won't because you convince yourself that all money is not good money. That is the consequences of making the right action. The world system itself rewards ruthlessness. If you get caught and punished- that is consequences. If you never get caught, and you live large - that is consequences. Actions have consequences- you just never know which one is yours.

You think I'm happy living abroad? I have a family I grew up with, whom I love with all of my heart - and the reality keeps dawning on me, on how many times I will see them before I one day turn 60. People I saw daily, or once a month - I haven't seen in years, and would realistically only see once a year, going forward. You think I'm happy? That one day, I might end up having children and my siblings might not have the relationship with them - the relationship I had with my uncles, in my formative years? I remember clearly how they would take us to MrBiggs every Sunday - I am currently reliving the flavour from that meatpie. How we would go to the family house in Ikeja, every year for Eid. The grandchildren uniforms, the snacks while watching your uncles slaughter rams. You think I'm happy that I might one day lead a family of children who might not know their version of that? WTF will I be doing in another man's land, if I did everything they asked me to do from childhood (face your studies, be exceptional, stay away from crime, be hardworking) and opportunities lined up for me to be the best I could, in my motherland? WTF will I be doing here? Why will I condescend myself to living in a clime where I have to mentally switch from sun burning weather to teeth clenching winter - when I came from a land where I never needed gloves? You think I'm happy? If I could do honest work, be on my way home and not have to bother about the risk of getting shot by the people meant to protect me, because I have some lines of tattoos on my body - you think I would leave? If I could trust a justice system to defend me, ensure my rights even though I am a nobody - have trustworthy institutions banking on the highest standards, not have to worry about the bread I eat, the fake drinks from the club or streets, the fake drugs - you think I would leave? Don't get me wrong. I am grateful for the opportunities this clime has given me, to test my limits - to be everything I thought I could be. But all of these, in replacement for the soul I grew up with? You know the satisfaction that settled within me when I could wake up on a Saturday morning, stroll to the Iya wanke's place - relish an entire plate, or some ewa agonyin while watching children battle it out, in a 5 v 5 across the streets. That communal living that relished my soul, is now replaced with silent streets and finely divided sealed terraces. You walk through the city centres in the evenings - you see friends having an aperitif (they do so every evening), you see grandfathers meeting up with their children, you see entire families with extended families living across the streets, first cousins are even able to use the same gym and you remember what that looked like for you back home? You think of all your friends scattered across continents, some you might never get to hug again. For a lot of diasporans, you don't want Nigeria to work more than us. A lot of us want to come home, but what is home? Where is home? When will home feel like home? I hope to continue living life without lack, in comfort, with accomplished dreams - but I want to do so, with soul. When I die one day, I want to do so - with soul.

Yahoo culture never moves me 😃😃😃. They didn’t start today, it’s been far back since 07 and even farther. They bought End of discussion then, then discussion continues, Big daddy, convertibles and so on. Yahoo boys house back then, nah Gen dem dey use build am, once you see any house they are working at night, you just know its them. Where are they today ? A good number are dead, many are useless on the streets, the money grew wings and flew away for most. It’s a cycle, benefit boys did worse, they are sending applications up and down now. Focus on where you are going, it is the blessing of God that makes one rich and he adds no pain to it.