How’s it going with you?

I am here to repeat a message to you…

I have sent it to you before but while going through the message again…

I realize I didn’t touch the main lesson and point I was supposed to touch…

So I am bringing it back here to you again..

But before that… isn’t it obvious how wonderful you are?

Like you took your time yesterday to send me the advise I urgently needed..

I really can’t thank you enough…

My friend now knows what to do due to your advise..

I really appreciate but mind you…

I am not the one that needed the advise…

It’s for my friend please.

Once again… thanks for replying yesterday..

This is getting longer….

Here goes today’s message…

We heard all babies are beautiful.

That’s not true.

I was born ugly.

My baby pictures made other babies cry.

My aunties and uncles called me “Tutu.”

That’s the short form of…

“Atutu Poyoyo”

Meaning a Scary Ugly Child.

In class, nobody played with me.

I was the ugliest child in the school.

It was a public school.

We were a total of 5000 kids.

Everybody knew me.

Yet..

I had no friends.

In church when other kids prayed for toys, I prayed for beauty.

In the house one day, my daddy asked, what do you want to be in the future?

A model, I said.

My mummy burst into tears.

When I was 12, I woke up one day by 2 am and offered my tears to God, the oil of my heart flowed at His feet.

“God if you make me beautiful, I will be a billboard for your kingdom.

At sunrise, I rushed to the mirror.

No changes, it was still old me.

And once again, I went to school with a broken heart.

But a few years later something strange happened.

It is called.. puberty.

My body began to transform like the TERMINATOR.

Like sun rays peeking through the night, my face… Changed.

By the time I was 15, I could hardly recognize myself.

I was wearing the skin of a goddess.

Back at home, dad and mom fought over whose gene was at work.

While at school?

It was like magic.

Let’s just say that I left some guys hopeless.

And the rest speechless.

By the time she went to the university?

She was now a perfect blend of Kim, Amber, and Naomi.

Her beauty made a way where there used to be no way.

Anytime she shared a picture?

Instagram went aflame.

And like angry mosquitos in search of blood…red-blooded guys will rush in with “likes” and “comments”.

Such as:

“Juicy”

“Can you sit on my face?”

“Madam President”

“Assassinator”

“Let me grab my vaseline.”

“Our Milk”

But there is this one guy that will always leave a negative comment.

Such as:

“This is evil, repent, Jesus is coming soon.”

Every time she shared a pic, the same thing happened.

A lot of sweet words and one obvious bad comment.

These negative comments were getting to her.

It went on until she couldn’t take it anymore.

Then, One day she entered into his DM.

The Married Pastor was excited.

He preached the fear of hell into her (just like the way i preach the fear of pain in my sales copy).

She asked for counselling.

And a date was fixed.

She went to see him armed to the teeth.

Her whole body gyrated sexily at every step she took.

When the Pastor saw her?

Strange tongues were let loose.

“Putu Putu Nofe”

“Shu Ku Shu Ku in To Tu”

” Pe te le te ze mu kor”

After scanning her from head to toe, he said…

“My Daughter, my daughter, pull off your clothes, for where you are standing is holy ground.”

A moment later, her clothes were on the floor.

The pastor went on…

“Demons are following you.”

“You have seven spirit husbands.”

Pastor, I know, she said with a dirty smile laced with a loaded bedroom voice.

“I want you to pull them out of me.”

The pastor said it would take a special kind of deliverance.

A pure saint with concentrated anointing must sleep with her seven times before…

…those seven spirit husbands will fall and die.

The pastor fell for her seduction.

She CONQUERED HIM.

And the negative Instagram comments finally stopped.

36 Months later.

Your slay mama was lying critically ill on her hospital bed.

She wasn’t so sure who exactly infected her with the VIRUS.

All her beauty was gone.

Once again, she was the ugliest girl in the room.

During one of my many hospital visitations, I led her to Christ.

Before, she took her last breath.

She gifted me with her dairy.

These were the last words she wrote.

“Born Ugly. Died Ugly”.

The End….

I saw this story on someone’s page and I saw some lessons I decided to share.

The lesson I forgot to add last time….

The first lesson is this:

If you are still struggling with your business.. Without sales and a bleak future for the business..

Nobody will believe in that business except you..

You can see the lady has no supporters when she is ugly… simply because nobody associates themselves with failure..

You see why you should take your business very dearly to you?

Do anything and everything to make it succeed by learning how to sell more…

Get more paying customers..

Close more sales….

And many more that will make your business a success…

And when you become successful with your business…

I hope you don’t stop doing what brought you to that point of success.. Keep getting more sales.. Keep getting more customers..

But you need to start somewhere and that’s how I can help you…

The Business Bundle is a program designed to teach you the process and steps to make your business a success.

Learn more about it here: Business Bundle.

And this is lesson two:

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This reminds me of poverty.

Some people will always be poor.

It is their satanic destiny.

The demons from their father’s house will never let them rise.

Have you ever been offered a golden opportunity and yet for no wise reason, you walked away from it?

Did you ask yourself why?

There is an opportunity that will pull you enough paying customers for life.

I have presented it to you several times already.

Why do you think even though you know it is legit, yet, something always holds you back that stops you from taking action?

Some people will always be poor.

It is their satanic destiny.

Even as you read this, they feel like enrolling immediately.

But they can’t.

The demons from their father’s house will never let them rise.

And that’s why things will always remain the same for them.

That’s just the way it is.

I hope you aren’t like this?

To your success,

Dolapo Hamzat.