Wealth is never gotten overnight and the want of overnight wealth is the root of all evils. Evils hiding under greed, fear and lack of contentment.
Continue readingAuthor: David Alade (Page 10 of 18)
I am a student of the world. I learn, build and share.
Just like a lot of you, I have not bought any cryptocurrency in a p2p transaction before. All I do is use my Binance or Luno as the case may be.
Continue readingInvest $200 and earn 30% ROI in a year, you will feel two things. One, 30% in the scheme of things is a lot and you may even brag about it. Two, when you realise that a 30% ROI is mere $60, you become unsettled. Unsettled because your target towards financial freedom is $1m.
Continue readingLast year was the year a lot of us were first introduced to stock market investing. It was an awesome and advantageous year for those who invested as much as a little of their money.
Continue readingFear, Greed, Hope and Ignorance are the 4 Apocalypse. Of the 4, the first 3 have to do with human emotions and they have together wiped out more wealth in the world of investing than any bear market had done in history.
Continue readingI use Social Media as a tool because out of all wealth-creating machines since human existence, it is the first machine to be made available to everyone at a fraction of a cost.
Continue readingIn part one of this article, I explained how my journey started with a series of unfollowing and then some deliberate following. In case you missed that, you should read it here.
Continue readingAs I cross 3,000 followers on Twitter today I am reflecting on the journey down here and the good tidings it has brought me. When I started using Twitter seriously, I thought I needed at least 10k followers before I could start to see its dividend. I was wrong.
Continue readingWinners-take-all is the language of the internet. In fact, it is often what serves the common good.
Continue readingAs I study the history of money and how we got here I am lost in awe of how interesting the journey has been.
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