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Ungele your cheap headscarf and wear your Brazilian well!

When you are rich even your dreams will be rich

You will dream of international cuisine, foreign countries, foreign investors, electronic houses and smart cars

Your mindset will reflect in your attitude

When your mind is rich
You will stop having poor dreams

Look, everything has energy

The energy around you will pull the life that is consistent with it

Wealth and luxury will begin to gravitate towards you

So surround yourself with the life you desire

Surround yourself with rich and wealthy friends, expensive clothes, and even your dreams will be expensive

Stop wearing cheap clothes, stop drinking cheap beer, stop hanging around poor people

I don’t mean disadvantaged

There is a difference between disadvantaged and poor

Poverty is a mindset, so quit hanging around people who are mentally and intellectually poor

You are not poor, local, average and basic so flee from anything that reeks of that

This is why motivational speakers don’t appeal to some audience

They can’t relate

They cannot can how someone can rise to riches from the ghetto

It’s not the fault of the motivational speaker

You don’t expect a motivational speaker who grew up in the U.S., where your realities are not identical to theirs to speak your kind of suffering language

Their suffering and yours are different therefore their wins will be strange to you

But a win is a win

A man that grew up in the U.S. and is familiar with his suffering will connect more to his inspirational story than you that grew up in Nigeria

So when they say they came out from prison and used the skills they got inside to start an IT Start-up!

Don’t hate

Take the message of grit, determination, and strength of will, and grind with it

Change your clothes, stop wearing cheap clothes else the energy that Okrika has will soak you, and get this, rich can smell poor!

No matter how good you look, if you wear basic all the time, premium will run from you.

Buy that designer, even if it’s one every month, wear it and see how confident you will feel when you wear class

Even your steps will change

You will attract how you feel

Think and dream rich

Ungele your cheap headscarf and wear your Brazilian well!


Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne

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