How often do we feel embittered or elated as the case may be because of the way people treat us – especially those we expect some form of service from? We most likely would have had our fair share of both good and bad customer care encounters.
Travie McCoy didn’t only share his dream (or should I say wish?) with the world when his debut single “billionaire” hit the airwaves, he also voiced the desire of millions of young people all over the world including yours truly; the lazy Port Harcourt boy. Yes! Just like Travie, I wanna be a billionaire – so freaking bad!
I have heard it being said times over that money doesn’t bring happiness, but I think I wanna confirm that myself. They say money doesn’t necessarily bring fulfillment, and I say poverty doesn’t either. Truth is, as vain as material possessions are, we cannot possibly go through life without them. So, my desire to be a billionaire led me on a journey to the end of the rainbow in search of the proverbial pot of gold.
I started to look around town for means of making money. I considered the ‘For-ex Trading Profession’ but didn’t give that a shot because I never ceased to wonder why a few persons who supposedly knew how to make billions of Dollars (bearing in mind how naturally selfish human beings are) had to go about persuading other people to “learn the trade”. I saw the training fees they collected as a major source of income for these ‘For-ex chaps’.