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Raise Business Owners Not Staff Members



A good man leaves an inheritance to his children not a job.

As a parent, the best legacy you can leave for your children is not a one room apartment, an okada ride to and from school, or a cheap ass Christmas vacation in the village.

The best legacy is a successful investment or business.

Having a job and encouraging your kids to go to school, come first in class and get admitted to the best federal school so they can work in a bank or an oil company, is just wrong!!!

The worst lesson you can teach your kids is teaching them to go to school and get a good job.

There are no jobs anymore!!!

Wake up!!!

You don't pass a job to someone.

You pass a business!

You can't pass a job so why pass the idea of it?

Salary is the bribe given to you to remain poor and broke.

The allure of earning 12 times only in a full year is an illusion of poverty masked as prosperity and luck.

No matter how big it is, if it comes only once a month and 12 times a year, it is bondage.

The bible said it, ''A good man leaves an inheritance for his children.'' Man here includes men and women.

Therefore...

If you don't have an inheritance for your kids you are a bad man. (parent)

Train your kids to solve problems not compound it.

Raise your kids not to come out from the classroom, straight to the boardroom.

Except you own the company!

Raise them to come out from school and create jobs not beg for it.

Don't sell yourself cheap to your children.

The only time you should raise them to work solely in an office, is if you own the company.

If you don't own the company don't encourage them to staff there for life.

Don't build your dreams on the backs of your children.

Let them continue from the dream you actualized.

Raise business owners not staff members.



Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne
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