Mom, It's Just a Dollar!

By Oluwafemi Reis

What two African boys can teach your kids about life and money that they might never learn in America. A true story of two African boys and how they learnt some priceless lessons when they decided to reach for something beyond their means. Find out what two African boys—Tosin and Femi— can teach your kids about life and money that they might never learn in America or anywhere else.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Oluwafemi Reis
• Release date: Oct 14, 2016
• ISBN: 9781365464492

Oluwafemi Reis

For me, nothing holds more prospects than a blank sheet. Depending on what comes on it, it could save a life or destroy a soul; it could start a new home or end an old marriage; it could spell the difference between soaring high and sinking low; in plain terms, it could either give life—nice and warm—or bring death—cold and pale. But while the sheet is blank, the choice remains with us. I believe strongly in The Written Word.

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Contents

Prologue

Chapter One: How it all Began

Chapter Two: L(a)unch Money

Chapter Three: Keeping At It

Chapter Four: Getting Terminator

Chapter Five: Mission Accomplished?

Chapter Six: The Ultimate Lesson

Prologue

This book is about me and my brother, Tosin, and how we learnt some very amazing lessons from what started out as a simple event in our lives.

The local currency in which these events took place is the Naira, but conversion has been made to US Dollars so that everyone can relate very easily with the story.

Chapter One

How it all Began

We had walked past that store over a hundred times before. The road was usually very busy, as a matter of fact, it was the busiest part of town; we brushed against adults who were far taller than us as we navigated through the busy streets. Two little boys in their school uniforms—white shirts and blue trousers; I was just thirteen but I looked more like eight. My skinny legs ran through my oversized trousers into my socks which were now brown from playing in the field.

Tosin and I had closed from school and were heading to the hotel where Mom worked as a manager, but we might be a bit delayed today. We had walked past that store over a hundred times before, but this time, as we walked past, something in a show glass caught our attention; it had always been there all this while, but today, it called our names, and we simply could not resist, so we stopped to have a look. It was packed in a big white carton with a picture of Arnold Schwarzenegger from Terminator boldly printed on it; fire was burning behind him as though he had just blown up a truck and was walking away from the ruins. A myriad of busyness was happening at the background—Mario was jumping over obstacles, Contra was shooting fire balls from a machine gun, Sonic was running