P.S: Woman Next Door, I hope you don’t get to read this.
If you eventually do read this, then you may never see me in the same compound for a quarter or a semi-annual.
I will disappear into my tiny room to my little work cubicle where I write to clients or draft articles on Theokwukwe.com and Medium.
Or to my bed where I lay cuddled up daydreaming of how I want this huge amount of money— to make it and then, think how to employ it to achieve a dream.
But if you do read this, here’s me saying thank you, woman next door for:
Sharing and fleshing out my recent idea with me.
Sharing your experience with that recent idea once upon in the 90’s with me.
Suggesting a marketing plan beyond the borders of Lagos.
Saying, “Don’t hold back. Move ahead.” Words that resonate on multiplicity of levels like tiers of cake in a wedding reception.
Thank you, woman next door.
I hope you read this. Then again, I hope you don’t read this.
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