Money Does Not Grow On Trees, But Let's Save Some Trees
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Seriously, money is mostly made from cotton and linen or polymer. It doesn’t grow on trees, it’s not made from wood pulp. Disclaimer: not a single tree was destroyed in the making of this newsletter. Dear Reader, I started earning in dollars last year, and it still feels surreal. So surreal, I haven’t touched the money in my domiciliary account. I also have some money in savings. I don’t know what I’m saving for, but I never touch the money except in emergencies. I’ve also only started investing. There’s this whole conversation about how it’s more profitable than saving (see, I’m still collecting N14 or less in dividends from First Bank, Union Bank etc., no thanks to the economy crash of 2009, so, sorry if I'm JJC.) I’m telling you these because I won’t exactly call myself poor, but early this week, when my iPhone USB spoilt a second time in less than 2 months, I broke into tears. I might have written elsewhere that amongst the several nicknames my mother called me as a child, the worst was ‘Crying Machine’. As an adult, I can always blame hormones, but deep down inside me, I know that I can produce tears on little demand.
Money Does Not Grow On Trees, But Let's Save Some Trees
Money Does Not Grow On Trees, But Let's Save…
Money Does Not Grow On Trees, But Let's Save Some Trees
Seriously, money is mostly made from cotton and linen or polymer. It doesn’t grow on trees, it’s not made from wood pulp. Disclaimer: not a single tree was destroyed in the making of this newsletter. Dear Reader, I started earning in dollars last year, and it still feels surreal. So surreal, I haven’t touched the money in my domiciliary account. I also have some money in savings. I don’t know what I’m saving for, but I never touch the money except in emergencies. I’ve also only started investing. There’s this whole conversation about how it’s more profitable than saving (see, I’m still collecting N14 or less in dividends from First Bank, Union Bank etc., no thanks to the economy crash of 2009, so, sorry if I'm JJC.) I’m telling you these because I won’t exactly call myself poor, but early this week, when my iPhone USB spoilt a second time in less than 2 months, I broke into tears. I might have written elsewhere that amongst the several nicknames my mother called me as a child, the worst was ‘Crying Machine’. As an adult, I can always blame hormones, but deep down inside me, I know that I can produce tears on little demand.