Good day, 
My post today is in response to this week's contest in the 
Growing up, I watched how some of my mum's other co-wives in our family house stylishly mocked my mum for her discipline when it came to buying items.
I remember vendors of various items, such as fabrics, kitchenware, and shoes, used to frequent our house back then to sell to the women in the house. I recall how the women would all gather around any vendor who brought any items. They will pick different, similar, beautiful items, and I used to love the scene.
But you would seldom find my mummy there doing the home shopping, not because she didn't have the money, but for a reason I later understood. And I recall how they would laugh and say, 'Don't call her; she wouldn't buy.'
And truthfully, I noticed we had every necessary household item; we often appeared more beautiful than most of our cousins. The only difference was that there weren't extras to arrange and decorate with.
As I grew older, I realised unconsciously I had learned to save out of my little school pocket money. I would lend my parents money from my Peggybox on some emergency days, and I was so proud of myself for being able to help.
I learned to always save and not buy things i didn't need at a very young age.
By the time I reached senior secondary school, I was running a small business. I sold sweets, biscuits, and other items that children my age in the family house loved to eat. I saved up a lot from it to help with my school purchases.
It wasn't until I got into university that I realised I had unconsciously learned contentment from my mother's actions back home in our big family house. That single value has birthed so many other good ones that I uphold and pass down to my own children now.
In being contempted, I learned not to window shop anyhow, to be accountable, to be disciplined in spending, and above all to maximise whatever I have in the best way possible.
This value didn't push me into peer pressure when I entered university, because I lived within my means and didn't feel pressured into doing things just because my friends were. I was OK with what I had.
I recall a scenario where a roommate used part of her school fees to purchase some fashionable, trendy outfits. And I remember what my mummy told me at home once upon a time, she said trends will always come and go, and if you are not careful, you'll keep acquiring old things.
And to be honest, she used all the money saved up to give us the best education that other kids in my family's house didn't have. When I understood, I was ever grateful for that sacrifice.
Then, in university, when vendors of different items came to my hostel to sell, my mates would mock me and say, 'Don't call Tayo, she won't buy.' And when I hear, I smile in my heart and remember how it plays out with my mum and her co-wives back at home.
That value of contempt has become my greates life arsenal, and I have excelled in many situations of life with it. I never live under pressure because of what others have to show; my results always tell the story.
Thank you for stopping by. Have a great weekend, cheers.