My husband was from a comfortable Nigerian home until his dad lost his job and did not find anything to do after that. My Mother in-law had to hustle to feed, shelter and cloth her 4 children. When he was still in primary school, at some point they got evicted from their home and started living in an uncompleted building in Lagos for a while. My husband as a young child hustled with his mum, hawking things like ice cream and selling in his school during break. He was a determined young man.
He would tell me stories of how as a child there were days of no food, days when they had to go beg people for food – even the left over oil that people used to fry fish, just so they can hustle up a meal. All these happened before he turned 18. I met my husband when he was 18 working at a computer store while he was in University. He worked throughout his University days and continued to hustle even after. He never gave up, he has never stopped pushing himself to be better. God has continued to bless the works of his hands. Today he is still working hard to achieve his goals, putting himself out there.
He is not a billionaire yet but he is able to feed his family, his parents and is constant a source of encouragement to those around him. I tell him beside love, I married him for his money even if at the time of marriage I was making way more than him monthly. I have never stopped believing God for him and he has done extremely well for himself. I am proud of my husband. He has shown that God, hard work and determination never fails no matter the obstacles thrown at a person.
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