BLINDSPOT POVERTY
I almost japa'd from my own destiny
Let me tell you a story about how I almost japa'd (a term used to describe when someone runs away from their country) from my own destiny without even knowing it.
Growing up, I had a very intimidating circle of friends, they were extremely intelligent and gifted, and I didn’t quite have much hard skills then.
I mean, I’m literally in a classroom, surrounded by experts in various fields. One was a coding genius who could probably hack into your ancestors' dreams. Another could draw your entire destiny on a piece of paper. These were guys with tangible, "show me your workings" kind of skills.
And then there was me.
My primary skill? I could talk. I could talk for Africa. A lot of it was faith-based speaking back then, I had not yet ventured into personal development, and I was good at it.
But you know how we do in Naija na. The moment someone gives you a compliment, the automatic defence mechanism kicks in.
"Wow, Bolu, you're a phenomenal speaker!"
My programmed response: "Ah, my brother, no o! It’s just the grace of God o! We are just managing!"
You have to say it with that specific blend of humility and fear, just in case your village people are monitoring your progress. You deflect the compliment so fast. You call it humility, but many times it’s a faulty mindset in disguise. You are refusing to take inventory of your own arsenal. (Read that again)
This was my loop. Until one day.
I'm having a casual chat with a teacher, just rambling on as usual about my lack of hard skills. He lets me finish, then he goes quiet. He looks at me, I mean, he really looks at me and asks a question that was less of a question and more of a missile aimed at my ignorance.
He said: "Do you have any idea of the oratory capacity you actually possess?"
Omo.
The way he said capacity. It wasn't a compliment. It was an audit.
For the first time, my brain registered it differently. This wasn't just "talking." It was a high-value, scalable, weaponizable capacity. A system that could be deployed with lethal intention in the marketplace.
The moment I became conscious of that fact, the game changed. I stopped "just managing" and started building. I took ownership.
Today, nearly every business I run, every dime I earn, is fundamentally hinged on that single asset I almost "graced" into oblivion.
Now, here’s the part that sends a cold shiver down my spine:
What if that man had never said anything? What if I never woke up?
I would be a man sitting on a goldmine, complaining about the price of garri.
And this is where you come in.
Many of you reading this are not empty. You are not struggling. You are not lacking. You are simply asleep. You are loaded with capacity you've been dismissing as "just one of those things I do." You are sitting on an empire, but your eyes are closed.
Your tragedy isn't a lack of potential; it is a chronic lack of consciousness.
This is why I've engineered a 6-hour pattern interrupt. A live, intensive session that is not designed to motivate you, but to activate you.
It’s an intervention to force you to take stock of your own arsenal.
It is called WAKE UP.
This is your version of what that teacher did for me. This is your moment. This is your audit.
Your future self is tired of you pressing the snooze button. It's time to WAKE UP.
Find all the details below
You know how we roll, intensive as usual, with extremely limited number of seats.
For the first time in a long while, I am holding a FREE event.
There’s a physical attendance option (50 slots only), with the rest online.
Click here to sign up
I heard some of you want to give me money for this event, they call it sponsorship abi,
I go collect o. I’m not too big
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