He worked in fast foods outlets, clothing stores and as a knife salesman, selling knives from door to door. That way, he gathered money to pay for studio recording time. He was recording with a close friend at that time. After making that music, they printed a thousand CDs though they didnt have any fan. He had one battered car that broke down virtually everywhere. So, they would print black and white posters, stick them on the sides of the car, sell from the cars trunk and drive to salons to do marketing. They would walk to the owners of the salons, greet politely, and ask them to let them entertain their customers. Sometimes, some would kick them out and sometimes some would say yes. If told yes, after singing for a minute or two, they would sell their CDs to the customers. That was the beginning, but the story has changed today. That the story of Banky W, scooped from Mr. Sylvanus post...You wan make am for life and u still dey put hand for pocket dey feel fly with no cash in ur pocket, I no pity you...you think say na magic...God aint a magician, dont think it... If you go dull too much another man go collect your bread...shey u know as e dey go...u gats hustle, be ready to get dirty sometimes...before, dem talk say money dey for the mouth of lion but now e dey inside lion mouth....shey u dey fear lion?, Stay there nau.....na you sabi, collect registration forms from those mallams wen dey carry plate, theyd register u free, am serious....if u no wan hustle go register with them..u wey dey fear lion.....dis season me self I be lion, cuz its a jungle.... Get ur hustle on.......No dulling........no long thing! ...ehn......I never hear you.. In all, Jahs the greatest and am a foolish boi jest trying to understand his ways and I duff my cap for him always......
Posted on: Mon, 02 Dec 2013 20:28:08 +0000