Most people don't know this about me but I once dreamed of being a fashion designer and I worked on the dream secretly until a common Nigerian problem killed the dream. This same murderer is still bleeding dreams left, right, and center like Fulani herdsmen and it can still mess up anyone who encounters it, effectively. Unless you understand how to tackle it. After my University education, I started thinking of a skill to acquire before going for NYSC and I chose fashion design. So, I found this tailor near the market and I told my boss man I wanted to learn under him. This man was a tailoring wizard- his suits were like Italian suits and he sewed the best natives in our area. So I resumed as his apprentice on a Monday, and that was when I made my first mistake: He asked me if I wanted to learn for 1 year, 2 years, or 3 years and I told him, "6 months is just enough, I'm a fast learner." I didn't know what was up The next day, I made my little pair of trousers and then wahala started. After that day, my work was to tack buttons and whenever he wanted to cut clothes he would send me to buy food 4 streets away. Typical Nigerian mentally. We don't want to create leaders, only anal-retentive retards who will serve them for life. Hence, they are always threatened by exceptional talents. Their goal is not to create giants; they want those who will feed their fragile egos for as long as possible. That is why many Nigerians struggle to pay for offices where they are not making money, as far as people are there to tell them "yes sir" every morning. Thank God, I met a woman of God who taught me about Digital Real Estate, Remote Jobs, and how to monetize my different writing skills. Contentville is knocking...