My Synergist Trauma

I have never really had issues with motivational speakers until today. That moment when you are okay with your lifestyle without expectations or motivation to make any change then boom, you discover one of those killer speech that will make you believe you posses superpowers. At the time, I did not have a job, trust me, I have applied and gone for so many interviews but I don’t seem to ever get the job. My parents were not the "show love to your children type", I can’t put the blame on them but sometimes I just wish they can be more supportive. They are typical Nigerians with serious African mentality, I guess you can understand what I mean. For some reasons known only to my mum, happiness or signs of it should not be so obvious. I can recall one time I was so happy that my friend was visiting from Dubai, trust mum to prick the little nectar of happy juice in your system with her snide comments. Statements like “is Nkiru not your agemate,” or the famous one “go and marry and leave my house, you are too old to be in your father’s house”. Sometimes I feel they derive pleasure in tormenting me.

Going through such torture, can make one get involved in so many vices, but that was not me.They say good girls don’t make history, but this one was determined to be the first girl that does. So, there I was seeking motivations on the internet and watching online videos on how people started SMEs with zero capital. It was amazing watching success stories, I felt I can achieve same. Thus, began my journey of making innocent money with zero capital. At first, I was so motivated, those motivational speakers will make it sound so easy, I set up affiliate marketing blogs and was so expectant of getting my first paycheck. 

The first week, I used more data than IT firms trust me. I was spending more than what I had. My account already had negative balance coupled with this new gig that was bringing in nothing but taking everything. I sold my gadgets believing this fib telling personalities called motivational speakers and used up the cash on transportation to attend seminars, books recommended by this so called homo sapiens and more data. If hardwork really pays, I would have really been competing with the likes of Otedola or maybe Bill Gate himself.

I was already going bankrupt or maybe I was already deep in bankruptcy before I hit the pause button. The realization hit me so hard. These people are actually making money from me, not with zero capital at all. They are all crooks and I am intensely working hard on putting an end to this digitized form of fraud.

All I felt was anger and regret that I was blinded by words and fake stories. The anger must have been so deep because for the first time in my life I actually screamed at my parents. When mum was about to start with our usual banter, I must have screamed at her with angry words, you needed to have seen the perplexed look she gave, took her couple of minutes to recover from the shock she is still mad at me for this even after all the apologies. At least something good came out of it after all. There should be some kind of ban on certain motivational speech. what we need is a realistic history not a bunch of jumbled up happy-ending stories with fake videos to indulge innocent desperate youth. Motivate me not bankrupt me.