This is #NairaLife, episode 96. What’s your oldest memory of money? I’d say not having a lot of it. My dad had money, but it did not seem that way. I felt we were poor. I remember back in secondary school, I had to wear worn-out shoes and bags, my uniforms were not anything to […]
What’s the first thing you ever did for money? I was writing my guy’s notes in secondary school. I didn’t even have complete notes for myself. Haha. What were your going rates? About ₦250 for the day’s notes, which was about six or so hours of classes. Why did you do it? I wanted more […]
Do you remember how much your first job paid you? Ah yes. My first job was at the Federal Palace Hotel in 1988. This job came after I finished catering school. My salary was ₦125; I also got an allowance that took my money up to ₦165. Back then, taking a taxi to work cost […]
What is the first thing you ever did for money? Haha. Farming. The first thing I did was farming. Do you remember the first money you made from farming? I farmed about three plots of land and harvested two bags of rice and sold it for no more than ₦4,000. This was around 2008, and […]
What’s your oldest memory of money? Haha, I know this question from Naira Life. Hahaha, an OG. I remember finding some money in my aunt’s purse. She had just relocated to London, and she left some naira in her bag. I think she forgot it. Anyway, my siblings and I took it and didn’t tell […]
Let’s start with the old memory of you that has money in it. That will be my pocket money. I’m sure I was in JSS 1. My mum would give me ₦50 to school and tell me to bring back ₦30 change. Then whenever my dad was around, my dad would give me ₦100 and […]
Tell me about your oldest memory of money. Hmm, I didn’t acknowledge the existence of money till I was in secondary school. Prior to that, whatever I needed was always provided. I’m not saying that this changed in secondary school, but there was a stark difference between what my mates had and what I had. […]
This week’s #NairaLife is an attempt to explore some of the costs that exist and prices people have to pay because SARS just won’t leave them alone. Tell me about the first time it happened. To avoid traffic, I used to leave the house very early – as early as 4 am – and leave […]
When you think about money, what is the oldest memory that comes to your mind? Growing up with a struggling single mother. She couldn’t finish school when she got pregnant and had to drop out. What was she studying? Accounting. She was also working part-time at a cosmetics store, where she met my dad. They […]
Tell me about the day you knew something wasn’t right. I woke up in the middle of the night feeling funny. I’d slept like two hours earlier, but something woke me up. I decided to check my blood pressure – I’m hypertensive. Wait, how old are you? 27 soon. Anyway, I checked my BP, and […]
When would you say you first “knew money”? I have always wanted to be rich since I was 10. I started reading newspapers at an early age, and I learnt about MKO Abiola’s money and generosity. I would write on my school notes the number of houses I wanted to build, the number and names […]
What’s your oldest memory of money? It’s stealing a ₦5 note from my mum and after she beat me, she asked my cousin to bring a knife. My cousin and I were a bit in love with each other, so he brought a blunt knife, and she cut me with it. Uhm, what?! “You’ll show […]
Let’s start with when you joined the military. The middle of 1977. That’s when I stepped into the Nigerian Defence Academy (NDA). That was your first job? No. After my school cert, I worked for an insurance company. My salary was ₦91, and after working there for one year, I moved to a bank on […]
This weeks’ #Nairalife was made possible by FCMB’s promise of quality medical care from the comfort of your home. Do you remember the first time someone called you rich and you were extremely triggered? My cousins in London. For some reason, their step mum painted an exaggerated version of our family to them. They genuinely thought […]
This weeks’ #Nairalife was made possible by FCMB’s promise of quality medical care from the comfort of your home. Let’s start from when you were tiny. I used to help my mum at her store where she sold perfumes. Then she opened another store for kid’s clothing in the city we lived in. What city? Delta. […]
Time might be liberating. Sometimes, it’s prison.
Let’s start in the trenches. When did you first feel like you were in a hole? That must have been when I was in Uni. I wanted to study Medicine, but it wasn’t working out. I tried going abroad, gained admission, but my parents didn’t have money to pay. So, I just settled for one […]
The Nairalife was pulled off in partnership with FCMB. Get started with a Personal Business Account for as low as ₦5,000 here! When did life first show you the importance of money? I think I’m on that journey. I try to resist the urge to believe money is more than what it is: an exchange […]
What’s the oldest memory of money you remember? My oldest memory is never having enough of it. My parents were civil servants in one of those useless states that owe salaries. I grew up hearing “they’ve not paid us” so much that I grew up making sure I didn’t want to have to wait for […]
In this #NairaLife story, we talk to a lady working in HR, with relentless ambition and a strong sense of duty to family. This #NairaLife was made possible by FCMB. What was money like growing up? It wasn’t constant. My father, even though he has a first degree, refused to get a job as advised […]
Everyday, “chop your own, make I chop my own.”
Aka, this is why many Nigerian doctors are sick and tired.
Tell me about your oldest memory of money. As early as 16 years old, I was already creating my path to financial independence. Even during the ASUU strike in my 100L, I decided to get a job. Why? Because I wanted to foot my own bills. I decided I was done asking my big sister […]
42% of Nigerians lost their source of income due to the pandemic, this is about one of them.
Take risk and succeed.
A Nurse. A Businesswoman. A Baby Girl.
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