I'm encouraged; Thanks to my #DahliaLovers
I bet 96.261% of you are in your beds, resting from the day's hustle and bustle. Yours truly is wide awake here, sitting on a stool close to a charging point, as Power Holding juss release small light. Una know as e dey go.
On my own clock, it's not late at all.. 12:02am. I'm a night person (vampire tinz, lol) so don't blame me.
So I decided to check the blog and see if I could drop something for y'all. I saw the number of views it's had and I was super happy! Seeing that the blog is gradually getting attention made me so glad and honestly, I'm encouraged to do more.
Occasionally, I'd be dropping recharge cards here, just to appreciate you for being there with me through this journey.. You like?
Sounds nice to me. Just keep reading. *winks*
A little #DahliaStory won't be a bad idea, or would it? I think not. So let's #share..
The business had kicked off officially. I produced only once in a week; Saturday. This was because I was scared of what the reception from the neighbourhood mallams and shops would be like. During my test-running stage, I had tried giving a few retailers the product but the feedback wasn't encouraging. I remember Mallam Mohammed telling me, "ah, madam,the cake e too small o. The "feeful" por this area no go buy o". Based on his feedback, I increased the size a little more to encourage buyers but, for where? Everytime I stopped by to ask, "How far? Them dey pick am?", Mohammed will tell me no. I had given him half a dozen. By the end of the week, when the shelflife of the product lapsed, I'd go and pick my cake, (usually 2 or 3 out of 6 o) already growing mould. So I said to myself, Mohammed no sabi ojare. Let me go and meet "gran-ma".
There's an elderly lady adjacent my house who sells provision and stuff. Mama and I had (still have) good rapport so I took another half dozen cupcakes to her. I tried to cajole mama into buying, but mama's first complaint was, "my daughter, as you can see, the neighbourhood is now dry since xyz school moved to their permanent site. I'm sorry, my dear".
Chai! "Me sef go move go permanent site one day o", I thought to myself as I came back home, discouraged.
So when I started selling well in church, I just had to play safe and respect myself, selling only on high traffic days, Sunday. Which means, production happened every Saturday.
Friday night, when everyone was thinking of what club to go and boogie down, I would be preparing for the next day. Cleaning baking pans, creaming them, setting up my mixer, selecting tools and stuff.. if there was light, I'd even cream my sugar and fat because Power Holding fit decide to fall hand in the morning, and I didn't have a generator.
In fact, there were times that I had to pray, hope, even report NEPA to my friends on phone for not giving me light to work. My big sister would ask, "can you bring your materials to my place? We have light here". Haba, big sis, how I wan take carry mixer, flour and other ingredients on top okada dey come all the way? It's quite a distance mehn! I go fess take okada, when okada reach, I go cross road, waka doooown, then enter keke (with all that plenty load o), come down from keke, cross road again and take another okada. All the profit on top the job sef don go with transportation. Sigh. I go soon buy car in Jesus name, cuz I for fit do am if I had a car. But with all that okada hustling, by the time I reach sef, I'd be too tired to see where button dey for machine body. So, I'd jejely continue my prayer for NEPA to bring light.
Sufferhead plenty for this country sha. One day, e go better.
...to be continued...
On my own clock, it's not late at all.. 12:02am. I'm a night person (vampire tinz, lol) so don't blame me.
So I decided to check the blog and see if I could drop something for y'all. I saw the number of views it's had and I was super happy! Seeing that the blog is gradually getting attention made me so glad and honestly, I'm encouraged to do more.
Occasionally, I'd be dropping recharge cards here, just to appreciate you for being there with me through this journey.. You like?
Sounds nice to me. Just keep reading. *winks*
A little #DahliaStory won't be a bad idea, or would it? I think not. So let's #share..
The business had kicked off officially. I produced only once in a week; Saturday. This was because I was scared of what the reception from the neighbourhood mallams and shops would be like. During my test-running stage, I had tried giving a few retailers the product but the feedback wasn't encouraging. I remember Mallam Mohammed telling me, "ah, madam,the cake e too small o. The "feeful" por this area no go buy o". Based on his feedback, I increased the size a little more to encourage buyers but, for where? Everytime I stopped by to ask, "How far? Them dey pick am?", Mohammed will tell me no. I had given him half a dozen. By the end of the week, when the shelflife of the product lapsed, I'd go and pick my cake, (usually 2 or 3 out of 6 o) already growing mould. So I said to myself, Mohammed no sabi ojare. Let me go and meet "gran-ma".
There's an elderly lady adjacent my house who sells provision and stuff. Mama and I had (still have) good rapport so I took another half dozen cupcakes to her. I tried to cajole mama into buying, but mama's first complaint was, "my daughter, as you can see, the neighbourhood is now dry since xyz school moved to their permanent site. I'm sorry, my dear".
Chai! "Me sef go move go permanent site one day o", I thought to myself as I came back home, discouraged.
So when I started selling well in church, I just had to play safe and respect myself, selling only on high traffic days, Sunday. Which means, production happened every Saturday.
Friday night, when everyone was thinking of what club to go and boogie down, I would be preparing for the next day. Cleaning baking pans, creaming them, setting up my mixer, selecting tools and stuff.. if there was light, I'd even cream my sugar and fat because Power Holding fit decide to fall hand in the morning, and I didn't have a generator.
In fact, there were times that I had to pray, hope, even report NEPA to my friends on phone for not giving me light to work. My big sister would ask, "can you bring your materials to my place? We have light here". Haba, big sis, how I wan take carry mixer, flour and other ingredients on top okada dey come all the way? It's quite a distance mehn! I go fess take okada, when okada reach, I go cross road, waka doooown, then enter keke (with all that plenty load o), come down from keke, cross road again and take another okada. All the profit on top the job sef don go with transportation. Sigh. I go soon buy car in Jesus name, cuz I for fit do am if I had a car. But with all that okada hustling, by the time I reach sef, I'd be too tired to see where button dey for machine body. So, I'd jejely continue my prayer for NEPA to bring light.
Sufferhead plenty for this country sha. One day, e go better.
...to be continued...
ride on dear.... one day e go beta.... its getting better....
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