I was neck deep in debt. I had made serious mistakes speculating while thinking I was investing. I borrowed to speculate and I paid for it dearly. Those were really dark days.
I would drive home but constantly look back to see if anyone followed me. At a point, I thought of running away. I could pack my bags and travel out of the country. But then, running away from a problem has never solved it.
I thought of how I could solve the pending problem. I could borrow more and invest in another high yielding investment and from there, repay my indebtedness and meet my obligations. So, I borrowed one more time and put the sum of $10,000 into forex trading.
A trader who came highly recommended would trade on my behalf. I had access to view the platform on my laptop but I couldn’t control the trade. My problems were about to disappear or so I thought!
On the first day of trade, I got a profit of about $50. I was happy. I didn’t know this thing was sweet like that. I would have invested since. In my head, I calculated how much I would make in one month. I was smelling financial freedom. I was about to enter my ‘breakthrough’.
I was already thinking of quitting my job. Who needs a job when you can make about $50 daily? God has finally remembered me.
On the second day, I got something like $20. That wasn’t bad. “At all, at all, an im bad pass”. Convert to Naira and I’m still balling. Nothing spoil. Let it just be constant. Little drops will make a mighty ocean. My God is a good God, yes He is!
The third day, a Wednesday, was a day I would never forget. I logged on to the platform to see how we were doing. I was alarmed. I saw how the fund was depleting at an alarming rate. My $10k had become $9k and then $8k.
I called the trader. He asked me to relax saying that the market was turbulent but he was a professional. I had no reason to be worried. He would gain it back. I wasn’t totally convinced but what else could I do?
My fate was in his hands. A short while later, I went back to the platform. My heart skipped a beat as I saw a balance of $6k. I called the trader again. Yet the same words that were meant to be soothing. “Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing. I’m a professional trader”, he said.
I wasn’t comforted at all.
Then it became $5k. I broke out in sweat and loosened my tie. I felt all my world crashing down all around me. Another look at the platform showed me a balance of $4k. I called the trader again but this time he didn’t pick. My calls rang out.
I wanted him to stop the trade but he didn’t pick my calls. I was desperate. I couldn’t sit down again and I paced all over my office. How could I be so foolish to have entrusted my fate into another person’s hands without a background check?
What did I even know about forex trading before I jumped into it? Why would I join the bandwagon just because everyone else was doing it?
I took another look at the platform. My jaws were opened as I saw the $4k become $3k and then $2k. Then $1k and finally $600. The trader logged out of the platform when my balance was $600. I had lost my ‘investment’ and I was neck deep in debt.
When it rains, it pours. That’s how I can describe the feeling. Great sadness overwhelmed me. I was trying to solve a problem but I was even in a deeper mess. Everything now looked bleak. I had been a fool and a fool and his money are soon parted.
When I got home that evening, I couldn’t eat. I tossed around on my bed as sleep refused to come. I just couldn’t wait for morning to come so I could get to the office of the trader. Someone had to pay for this loss.
When day broke, I took my bath and dressed up. I got to the Adeoyo office of the trader before 7am. The sight I met was unprecedented. Almost a hundred people were causing a commotion in front of his office. I went closer to know what was really happening.
Alas, they were people like me who had lost money the previous day. I saw elderly men crying like babies- their whole savings wiped out. The scene made me forget about my own troubles momentarily. I got into my car and drove off like a whipped dog.
I made up my mind to solve my problem by myself. I was in debt but I wasn’t about to give up. I had had enough of jumping from frying pan to fire. It was time to face my reality and craft a practical plan to get out of debt.
Let me assure you, the journey towards a debt-free lifestyle was not an easy one. It was tough but I achieved it within two years. I repaid ALL debts within that timeframe and started a lifestyle of savings and financial prudence.
I will share the practical steps I took in Part 2. Watch out.
Rom 13:1 TLB- Pay all your debts except the debt of love for others...
I did my National Youth Service at Port Harcourt. During that period, I lived with a former schoolmate's uncle at Nkpolu Rumuigbo, a small community along the way to Choba where the University of Port Harcourt is located.
A few days before we rounded off the National Service early 2000, I became very troubled. My heart was filled with fear and worry. The monthly "allowee" of N7,500 was about to come to an end.
I remember this amount because I used one month's allowance to buy a gown for a girlfriend then (story for another day).
On this day 25 years ago (May 30, 2000), I started a banking career that has now spanned seven financial institutions. On that day, I resumed at the Banking School located at Elephant House, Apongbon in Lagos.
I was part of the first set of entry-level trainees (we were called Banking Analysts) that were hired by the erstwhile National Bank then.
The actual date of resumption was May 29, 2000 but it was postponed by a day because the then President Olusegun Obasanjo declared May 29 as Democracy Day. So I resumed with 65 others the following day which was a Tuesday.
Building Social Skills: A Necessary Ingredient for Success
I discussed a few minutes ago with someone on how I consider having social skills a necessary ingredient for success in life.
I mentioned two different characters in the Bible and what was the major difference in their situation.
The sick guy by the pool of Bethesda in John Chapter 5 had been in that sick condition for 38 years. His greatest limitation as far as he was concerned was that he didn't have anyone to assist him by pushing him into the miracle pool whenever an angel stirred it up.
A DAY AT IKOYI CORRECTIONAL CENTRE: GREATERBAYO @ 50
On Saturday March 29, 2025, I visited Ikoyi Correctional Centre along with my wife, daughter and some colleagues. I had reached out to Ikoyi Correctional Centre (former Ikoyi Prisons) in the build up to my 50th birthday.
The major consideration was if there were inmates who had options of fines that could be paid so they could be free. In biblical Israel, every 50th year was a jubilee where people are released from their debts, freedom for all slaves and returning property to those who owned it.
So freedom for inmates was paramount on my mind.
However, we found out there were a litany of needs and after due consideration, I settled for 3 major projects viz:
1 Payment of fines for 8 inmates (initially 7 inmates but one more was added) at a total cost of N3,940,000
Philip Amiola: How A Simple Mail Evolved To Book Publication, Website & Newsletter Deals
Today, I met Philip Amiola physically for the first time. But here's the back story:
On August 5, 2020 (almost 5 years ago), I got a mail from Philip Amiola. A screen shot of the mail is shared along with this write up. Apparently, he follows me on X (formerly Twitter) and he had a few suggestions for me.
He suggested a personal blog or website and that he was willing to take my contents and publish them for free on a weekly basis via a newsletter.
The interview took place in Victoria Island, Lagos, that year. I arrived at the venue and met other candidates who came to interview for the role. A few were people I knew from Ibadan.
When it was my turn, I got into the office where the panel interview was held and sat down after I was instructed to do so. There were about seven people on the panel, and it was led by the managing director of the financial institution—an Indian.
One of the questions I was asked was, ‘Why should we hire you?’ The organisation had just started a new branch in Ibadan and was hiring relationship managers. I smiled and responded that I knew Ibadan—their target market—‘like the palm of my hands’.