The Naira

The Naira, call it whatever name you like has no tribe or religion. Some spend units of naira per day, others spend millions. Believe to hold (Naira) until you die, and always think like a champion.

Naira has no enemy. You start holding it, you become some peoples enemy. What's an envy or should i called it a jealousy? Why not wait for your own time to hold it, and dream of travelling to Miami. With your friends, and not forgetting by your side, your mummy.

Naira is good, but some times bad. No matter how rich or poor you are, you always want more. Naira makes some people go crazy, some times even make them to run mad. Some work under AC others under sun while some do security guard. Nothing is achieved in life easy but by hardwork.

Aminu Musa
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