We are here to make money!!!

Good afternoon my pipol,
I have been away for a while, walking the streets of Gidi, taking the pulse of the nation (not quite true but it sounds good). Unfortunately, I have been away working my a**e off. Working every hour God has given me in the day plus some I borrow from the night. I'm becoming too one dimensional, I know there is more to life than work, that is one of the reasons I swore I wouldn't join a bank, cos I don't want to sell my soul, I'd quite like to retain ownership of it, thank you very much.

When we go to meetings, my Oga tells all and sundry that he's there to make MONEY. They look at him in awe and wonderment. I like my Oga, I also look at him in awe and wonderment, but my Oga likes money more than me. If there is a stand-off between me and money, money will win hands down. I will be clobbered. It is a sobering fact and it makes me work.

The time will come when, my area is running like a well oiled money making machine, but until then, I have to get under that machine and do all the dirty oily work to get that machine running sweet. Hence, in a battle between me tending to my machine and me tending to my blog, the survival instinct takes over. The machine must win. My consolation is that I used to run from banks because I was fed up with being a cog in the machine, but now I get to run the machine myself.

My machine generates money, I take my cut, we are all happy.