Money Multiplies In My Hands... Find out how

I've told some this story before... but it bares repeating...

A couple of years ago, I got home in the early hours of Sunday morning and all the parking spaces were taken in the car park behind my house.

The only spaces available that were on the main road which was only free before 8am.

I had no choice but to park there and intended to wake up at 7.30am to move the car.

But seeing as I got there at 3am in the morning, I overslept and ran out of the house at about 10am hoping and praying that there was no ticket...

It was worse, the lovely Lambeth council had towed away the vehicle and it was going to cost me £100 to get it back!

Not only that it was going to increase by £25 for every day that I didnt pick it up!

So I went into my house, sat down and began to think.

I wasn't working at the time and was only DJing at the time, it was Monday and my next booking was on Friday and Saturday, by which time the cost to get the car out would have doubled!

All the money I'd make from my previuos DJ bookings had already been assigned to pay for things or was already spent.

After about an hour, I came up with the idea that I had to borrow some money, double the money and get my car back and have enough to pay back what I had just borrowed.

THE PLAN

I knew someone who was looking for a PC, their budget was £200. I knew how to build and upgrade PC's so they were going to be my customer but I first had to get a PC that they would buy.

I hatched a plan, I'm so sure it was God speaking directly to me it was that amazing!

I needed £100 to buy a PC, then with some parts I had at my house from a previuos PC building project upgrade it, then sell it for £200, then get my car back and pay back the borrowed money.

I called the person looking for a PC to ask if they were able to buy it that day, they said yes! (miracle one).

I called my aunt to see if I could borrow £100 and pay it back in 24hrs, she said yes (miracle two). Then had to catch a bus to collect it... Yuck.

I then scoured the Loot newspaper, found a PC I could modify, called the seller, got him to deliver it to me and gave him  £100. 

I spent 1 hour 45 mins working on the PC, (fresh installation of windows, more RAM and something else - can't remember now) tested it fully. Then caught a bus to the customers house with the PC in two big bags... Again Yuck!

Got my £200! got my car out and drove straight to my aunt's house (12 hours early) to give her back her £100.

Then thought, hmmm I should have added a profit margin loooool.

Anywho, my 24 hour hustle rolled through seemlessly!

Thanks to God!

Now onto the next one...

Who wants to invest £10 ... Yes, just £10 into my next venture, we can discuss interest on your return on this one, 

Money multiplies in my hands! 

If you would put £10 in my hands I could do some amazing things with it...

you could have your own residual income coming in monthly just for one £10 seed, especially if you're only gonna waste it on crisps anyway :)

email me: allanokello(at)gmail.com

Kill laziness before it kills you

This is the season to hold onto the motivation that's kept you going this whole year.
Momentum is everything! you cant get to 100 mph without going past 10mph, get moving and get upto the speed you want to be at to progress to your destined destinations!

Kill laziness before it kills you!

An open letter to Emma West, the racist on the tram « I am a diva nerd

An open letter to Emma West, the racist on the tram « I am a diva nerd:

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[words of RAE]

Dear Emma,

You don’t know me. You’re not even aware of my existence, and you’ll never meet me. However, thanks to the power of the internet and the quick thinking of a young woman with a smartphone on the Croydon Tramlink last Sunday, I know of you. I’ve watched you repeatedly as you spat your racist venom all over a tram carriage full of non-whites, while your child sat on your lap.

We’re both 34, Emma. We both grew up in Britain and are both British. That’s where our common ground ends. You wouldn’t be able to tell what my background is from my face or accent, but I am one of the myriad people to whom you object so revoltingly strongly. My father is an immigrant. He’s lived, raised a family, educated his children, built a business and paid taxes in this country. He and his fellows are the backbone of this nation’s economy and culture; they are part of Britain’s history and her future.

Only you and your ilk are blind to this rather obvious fact.

Let me tell you a little bit about Britain, my dear.

Britain’s days as a colonial power ended long ago. Because Britannia so plundered and abused the countries that formed part of her ‘glorious’ empire, her subjects had no option but to come to Britain and build lives for themselves. Not only that, but Britain actively encouraged immigration to rebuild the country after a devastating war in which colonial subjects fought alongside white Britons. And not only that, but Britain has always been a racial melting pot. ALWAYS. You need only look at a history book to see that.

But someone like you won’t do that, will you? It’s far easier for you to remain ignorant and bigoted, to be fed outdated views that have been spoon-fed to you by other, equally ignorant and bigoted individuals. You have a distorted view of history, a perverse sense of your own racial superiority and your place in a modern society.

Forgive me for shattering your illusions, Emma, but “your Britain” doesn’t exist. It hasn’t existed for a long time, and her current survival is to be credited entirely to immigrants. All those jobs that you pass up because they’re ‘beneath’ you? They go to immigrants. The jobs to which you may aspire – though aspiration may be beyond you – will never be yours, because you’re simply too uneducated and ignorant to work in them. So you see people who aren’t the same colour as you making their way in life, while you sway drunkenly on a tram and berate them in the vilest of terms.

So now you’re on remand, charged with a racially aggravated public order offence. No doubt your cause will be championed by the National Front and the EDL. You’ll be a martyr in their eyes when you’re convicted, even if the sentence is little more than a fine. You’ll achieve a degree of fame within a very narrow circle, and notoriety in the wider community. You’ll be reviled, possibly attacked, and you’ll never find work with that kind of offence on your criminal record. Who wants to employ a convicted racist? Tell you what, luv, my dad certainly doesn’t.

What about your poor child? Using that kind of language around him is one disgusting thing; doing it in public is worse; and using it to express the hateful and hate-filled views that you espouse in public is utterly unacceptable. What kind of life are you giving him? And what life will he have once you’re convicted? Because believe you me, you certainly will be convicted.

We have laws against your actions, and laws against your views, precisely because they are unacceptable in a civilised, multicultural, multi-ethnic, multi-racial society. The law sanctions them because they cannot and will not be tolerated in Britain.

This is the Britain you live in, Emma. Welcome.