You are allowed to call me a LastMa, because I honestly can’t even explain why I did not get around reading this book earlier amidst the rave since its release last year. The book was at first sent to me by an amazing woman, Mrs Juliet Ambali, but because “I am supposedly so busy”, it remained unread. You know that situation when you are busy looking for Fire Opal, meanwhile Red Diamond is right under your nose, ehn? That was my case. Thank God for persistent friends like
Omoshewa Ojo, who sent me a second copy, insisting that I read and do a short review (yeah, I get bullied in the right direction sometimes, lol).
Yah, so if you are yet to lay your hands on a copy of this book, I think you should soonest! I’m still a little burnt at my lackadaisical attitude on this matter, I can’t even lie, but then I like to think that I’ve beaten myself up enough, so let’s move on..
I recommend The Smart Money Woman to every mother, every aunty, every sister, every girlfriend, every wife, every matron, every daughter, and eerrr, without being too gender-negligent, I think our young men could learn a piece or two from Tsola’s almost-too-perfect character.
For one, this book is pretty short, which, if you ask me, is a winner, lol. The publication is also pretty engaging; like you might get to find yourself in the story, somewhere, somehow and you’re unconsciously thinking “yeah, maybe I already do this particular one well sha, but I definitely could be better at this other one”, you know, that sort of thing.
The author maintained a tasteful Nigerian vibe, which reflected in the ladies’ expressions and you could practically picture each scene; most scenes were an “oohh I can relate!” moment for me.
Then there was a love story effortlessly embedded in the book which honestly kept me flipping pages in anticipation, buuuuuuuut that was not anywhere near appealing when compared to the smart money punchlines the author systematically threw at us to chew on, bit by bit. She even went as far as infusing Smart Money lessons after every chapter; how thorough!
Even though I already have a bias as to why Zuri eventually found her footings financially mostly through ‘the man’s’ network, I bounce out of that critic knowing fully well that Tsola or no Tsola, Zuri could have escaped the rot only because she decided she had had enough and wanted so badly the much spoken-of financial freedom.
A few of the keynotes I took from the book are thus summarized.
- I am the average of the five people I spend the most time with.
- In this Nigeria, Smart Investment is a sure way to blow and possibly chill with them Dangote and Otedola’s clan (Except you’re Eazy of course, but your not, so yh, Smart Investment!)
- It is not necessarily about being the next hot entrepreneur and owning my own business; it is actually more about being entrepreneurial in thoughts, in procedures, in actions, in results and eventually in “blowing”! ( ? ? ? sorry I couldn’t resist the urge).
I hope you can learn a few things from Arese Ugwu’s publish and share with every woman you wish to see succeed.