My Name is Mirabel OBE (Nee Ohwota) growing up was fun for me and my siblings. Dad was an Accountant who worked for Delta Steel Company (DSC), Aladja, Delta State. This company could be likened to the Shell and Chevron of today.
I remember Dad telling me he declined NNPC offer for DSC. Dad was well paid, and we were all living a very good life, in fact we were living a secluded life from the real hustle in the world. Working in DSC gives you the opportunity of staying in the Housing complex, your kids attending Nursery - Secondary school in the complex (Best Schools in Delta state then), medical facility in the complex, police station in the complex, church in the complex and even banks in the complex, you could imagine staying with white people in same complex and having to use same you facilities with them.
Did I tell you even in the house you stay the company buys as far as to curtain and cooking gas for you. So, it was a lifestyle of luxury.
Now mum, she was a determined lady who grew up in a typical farm settlement in the west who was also determined to be schooled, she got trained at the then College of Education Warri which earned her a teaching Offer in the Delta state Civil service.
Back to Dad, he never saw the need for extra source of income as he was sure the company was a stable one, being the best Steel company in west African then. Mum was also content with what she earned as a teacher, though she tried her hands on several businesses, but failed.
Fast forward to when I got into secondary school, the company announced retrenchment and redundancy of staff. I could remember we automatically became prayer warriors as list were sent out daily. It got to the account department; My Dad’s name was on the list.
That brought us to a new phase of life, dad got into business with the savings he had, and I think out of lack of experience he failed, because he went straight into large scale manufacturing with so much anxiety. As a family we fell from Grace to grass, it was a terrible experience, the only thing we had to our names was an uncompleted building which was the only landed property he had and that was because my mum insisted that he must acquire a land and stop living a borrowed life of DSC and failed Stock Shares which eventually depreciated till date.
Life after DSC was hard on everyone, that I wouldn’t want to pen down for memory sake (Tear Drops). Dad sold his car, valuable belongings were sold to cater for the household, feeding became a problem, as we all depended on Mum’s meagre salary.
Years Later, Dad died and the responsibilities of Five (5) Children rested solely on my Mum.
That borne the Entrepreneurial and resilient Spirit in me, that I wasn’t going to be deceived by a paid job and there is nothing as consistently building an alternate stream of income as a #PLAN B.
I am #Mirabel OBE, I preach multiple streams of income.