HUSTLE HAS NO GENDER
BEFORE WE BEGIN... I thought to start this post as formal as possible with the cliche; Good Morning, How was your week, Hope you're fine, but i felt more intimate with you. You have shown great interest to want to click this link and I surely won't let you down in this your decision. THE BEGINNING... My story starts as Complex as it can get. So,I work in Lagos and i'm sure you've heard tales of the city, it's vibrancy, it's people and the general culture. Lagos has a strong work ethic too apparently, I usually leave or more accurately escape from work at 6, my work place didn't follow the usual cliche of 9 to 5. Feeling numb, tired and drained, I plug into another world and try to blend in with the lights that seem to always make the city glow, the hustle and bustle of the city and acclimatize myself to the pattern of people trying to get home to their families. Usually it's more or less the same everyday, but other times
