Life Hack Stories & Experiences

I had originally planned to go home after school. My intention was to leave the state I was in and return to my hometown after completing my university education. However, my friends are choosing to stay, and I’m beginning to see the value in remaining close to them.

During my time here, living near the university, I have had the opportunity to attend three amazing festivals. These events have been not only recreational but also educational and creatively stimulating. I can see incredible potential in all these festivities, and I'm starting to recognize that by paying my remaining rent for this year, I can fully immerse myself in the wealth of talent, networking opportunities, and experiences that these events offer.

If I were to return to my hometown now, I fear I would miss out on significant growth in the tech field. Staying here allows me to cultivate my interests and pursue my aspirations rather than simply settling for a job. I want to make the most of this unique environment, where I can connect with like-minded individuals and explore countless possibilities for the future.

Just yesterday, or perhaps I should say a few days ago, I found myself reminiscing about certain life hacks that could aid personal growth—insights that I believe could benefit anyone who encounters them. These reflections carry serious value, and I feel compelled to share them with others, despite their significance.

Growing up, I was exposed to a variety of life experiences, and I often faced challenges that I needed to overcome. I relied on my curiosity and a persistent desire to seek solutions to navigate through my problems. This isn’t meant to come across as bragging; rather, it’s a testament to my journey.

Over the past few years, I’ve begun to uncover some secrets surrounding wealth and success. While there is no guaranteed path to achieving these goals, I’ve found that there are indeed credible avenues one can pursue.

First and foremost, it’s crucial to seek out a business or income stream that has been proven to work for others. This foundational step is essential. Another important point to consider is that, to accumulate wealth, you often need to have some money to begin with. It’s a known fact that moving from "grass to grass," or starting with little and expecting significant returns, typically has a low probability of success.

This is why, in the realm of investments, high investments often come with low risks, while low investments can carry high risks for potentially minimal outcomes. When you invest a small amount expecting to double it, the returns may not be substantial. Conversely, when you make a larger investment and successfully double that amount, the rewards can be considerable.

For anyone starting out and aspiring to become influential or responsible in the future, the first lesson is to learn how to save. If you don’t come from a stable family with a strong income foundation, it’s essential to start saving as early as possible. Save for a purpose—having a goal will motivate you to prioritize your finances.

However, when it comes to where to put your savings, I advise caution with agriculture. While it may seem like a practical option for generating income, the reality is that it carries a high risk of losing your investment. I once believed agriculture would be a reliable way to yield profits over time, thinking anyone could learn the ropes quickly. However, I’ve come to realize that significant losses can occur in farming or livestock keeping.

While agriculture can indeed be profitable, its success is often tied to unpredictable factors, making it a gamble rather than a guaranteed path to wealth. Therefore, I’m not advocating against agriculture altogether, but rather urging caution and a thoughtful approach to investing in this field.

Here’s an important insight: consider learning about direct importation or getting involved in larger businesses. Seek opportunities to work under someone experienced in a lucrative field. Gaining practical knowledge in areas like importing motorcycle or car spare parts can lead to substantial profits, though it requires patience and dedication.

Once you’ve acquired the necessary skills and knowledge, you might consider seeking a bank loan. Keep in mind that most banks offer repayment terms of at least two years, which can give you ample time to establish your business and generate income.

By leveraging your learning and the loan effectively, you can work hard to ensure a return on your investment. With diligence and commitment, you’ll not only increase your earnings but also be in a better position to repay the loan and propel your business forward.

Taking a loan from the bank is not inherently a bad thing; in fact, many wealthy individuals use loans strategically. This mindset often separates the rich from the poor, as fear of debt can hold them back from opportunities. When managed wisely, taking a loan can serve as a shortcut to success.

Before diving into borrowing, I strongly recommend acquiring a valuable skill by working for someone experienced in a profitable business. This experience will equip you with the knowledge to operate successfully when it's your turn. By understanding the ins and outs of the business, you can ensure that you're using borrowed funds wisely and minimizing the risk of losing that investment.

With careful planning and execution, you should be able to generate returns within two years, which can help you meet your loan repayment obligations. Learning to navigate the loan process is essential; it’s achievable for anyone willing to take the steps necessary to ensure success. Embrace the potential of loans, and treat them as a tool for growth rather than a burden.

If you're struggling to save money or haven't found a reliable source for saving, consider starting a small side hustle or handwork. This can help you accumulate funds that you can later invest. While investing in stocks can be profitable, it’s important to remember that it comes with risks, and I advise caution in that area. Holding stocks through reputable online platforms can indeed yield significant returns, but it's essential to do thorough research before diving in.

In addition, exploring online money-making opportunities can be very beneficial. Building a community around your interests or skills is crucial, as this network can support you in any business ventures you choose to pursue in the future. A strong community can provide valuable resources, feedback, and potential customers, which will be instrumental as you grow your business or explore new opportunities.

One avenue worth exploring is dropshipping. Despite some misconceptions, dropshipping can be a highly effective business model. Many people overlook those selling products online or through platforms like WhatsApp, viewing them as insignificant. However, those individuals often generate substantial income through these channels.

As a community manager, you have the unique advantage of leveraging your network for various ventures. Your community can serve as a platform for not just dropshipping, but also for activities like crypto trading, management, tutorials, and advertising. If you’re strategic and savvy in managing your community, you can create multiple revenue streams from it.

Instead of underestimating these opportunities, consider how you can use your skills as a community manager to tap into these lucrative markets. Embrace the potential of online business, and you might find yourself earning more than you ever imagined.

We often played snooker at the recreational center near the school. On this particular day, three of my friends and I were there, enjoying ourselves after a long and challenging day of lectures. We decided to cool off in that ambient environment, surrounded by trees and beautiful scenery.

While we were there, another group of students joined us. Before we knew it, they struck up a conversation, and soon we found ourselves placing a bet between our two teams—my group of friends and the newcomers. However, it didn’t turn out to be a good decision.

They perceived us as uneducated or not very knowledgeable about the game of snooker, but what they didn’t realize was that we spent most of our time there after lectures, practicing for months.

When the contest began, we took it easy on them. They assumed that was our best, but we had more tricks up our sleeves. As the game heated up, we started to showcase our skills. In the end, we decisively beat them and claimed the prize.

However, when I noticed their expressions as they counted the cash, I could see how disappointed they were about losing their money. In that moment, we decided to return the cash to them, and just like that, everyone was happy once again.

Some days back, I trekked to the market with my neighbor, a young guy to buy some food items. He wanted to cook too, and we just happened to see ourselves heading in the same direction and decided to tag along. The market isn't so far from the house, a walkable distance, so it wasn't much of a deal to walk down there. We got to the market, bought some stuff and headed back home, using the same route we took to the market.

But this time, we met SARS checkpoint on the road, immediately the guy sighted them, he quickly turned around, and told me that he wants us to take another route home. I asked him why he's afraid of going through the SARS checkpoint, and he said that it's because of his iPhone 13 pro max, that they will want to go through his phone and he doesn't want that. The guy already admitted that if his phone should be checked, he will be found guilty of something.

I agreed, we turned back and took another route that required us to board a Keke. The guy always avoids them, because he knows he will be in trouble if caught, someone that is a student without any side job, but yet using iPhone 13 pro max is enough to invite suspicion on how it was possible to purchase the phone. I couldn't imagine myself not being comfortable to walk freely where ever I wanted, that's embarrassing somehow.

Today the guy bought an Android phone, according to him, he won't be going out with the iPhone anymore, that he will be going out only with the android, so that he can get past SARS smoothly. Meaning that he will have to be changing sim cards in phones everyday of his life, I pray he doesn't damage the sim card slot. You'll never understand the kind of stress and suffering the bad guys are going through to remain uncaught, but the good ones have nothing to be afraid of.

Mondays set the tone for my week. I always feel like if I use Monday well, the rest of the week falls into place. So, I try to start strong. This time, though, I was just recovering from an illness. My body was still weak, but I didn’t want to waste the day. I remembered it had been a while since I worked out, so I decided to prepare my mind from Sunday. No excuses, I was going to do something productive.

The challenge was my aching body. I had just spent over nine hours sitting in a bus, and my whole body felt sore. It wasn’t just normal tiredness; my muscles were stiff, and I knew if I didn’t deal with that pain first, my workout wouldn’t be effective. Still, I pushed myself. I started slow, trying to wake my body up, but it was clear that my strength wasn’t fully back yet.

Fifteen minutes in, and I was done. I barely made it through the session. My heart was racing, my breath was heavy, and my body felt like it had just gone through a battle. I had to be honest with myself – maybe today wasn’t the best day for an intense workout. Instead of forcing it, I decided to switch things up.

Maybe reading a book would be better. Since my body wasn’t ready for too much physical strain, I thought of another way to make the day count. A good book could sharpen my mind, keep me engaged, and still give me a productive start to the week. Sometimes, productivity isn’t about pushing hard but about choosing wisely.

No matter what, today will be productive. Whether through a workout, a book, or something else, I refuse to let the day go to waste. Some Mondays are for strength, others for strategy. Either way, what matters is moving forward.

It was hard to believe that the journey of five years was going to end in two days. Everything felt so familiar the lecture halls, the crowded hostel rooms, the late-night study sessions but soon, they would all become memories.

Leaving my old friends was something I never saw coming. We had built a bond that felt unbreakable, sharing both struggles and victories. Now, as we packed up our belongings and spoke about the future, reality began to sink in. Some were excited, others uncertain, but we all knew that life was pulling us in different directions.

On the final night, we gathered one last time, sitting in our usual spot outside the hostel. The conversations were lighter than expected, filled with jokes and laughter, but there was an unspoken understanding things would never be the same again.

When morning came, goodbyes were brief, almost rushed, as if dragging them out would make it harder. A few hugs, some promises to stay in touch, and just like that, we went our separate ways. I walked away with my bag slung over my shoulder, not looking back, because I knew if I did, the weight of it all might just hold me in place.

there was a particular airdrop that my friend introduced me to. At first, I wasn't very interested in it, but as time went on, I decided to dive into the website. After seeing how everything was organized and how professional the website looked, I figured it was worth giving the airdrop a shot.

I participated and even invited some of my friends—about seven of them. They helped spread the good news on the day the coin launched. Not only did it launch successfully, but we also claimed a significant amount of tokens, and we released them at very good prices. We were all amazed at the outcome! My friends called to thank me, and in fact, about three of them from the seven I invited sent me about 10,000 Naira each as a token of appreciation.

There were times when I almost gave up on the airdrop. However, every morning, it became my habit to check the website and complete the daily tasks. Even when I felt my interest waning, there was always this eagerness to log in and see what was happening. I continued this routine all the way until the day of the launch, and I won’t even mention the impressive gains I made from it.

So, here’s a friendly piece of advice: Whenever you come across a credible airdrop, especially testnets, consider joining in. Engage in what your peers are doing, and instead of wasting time mindlessly scrolling on your phone, do something more valuable with your time. You never know where it might lead you!

I never knew there was such a thing as forceful initiation into cult!sm until I stayed with my colleague while preparing for an exam. One evening, I went out and returned late at night. Luckily, I had informed my colleague that I was on my way back. As I got closer to the house, just a few steps away, two men suddenly stopped me.

They asked me a few questions, but I told them I was new in the area and didn’t know much. When I tried to walk past them, one of them grabbed me and refused to let go. Before I could even react, the second man also held onto my trousers. I was completely confused and had no idea what was happening.

As they kept dragging me, insisting that I follow them to see their captain, my colleague unexpectedly showed up. I don’t know what he did or said, but within seconds, they let me go. I was still too shocked to understand what had just happened.

When I asked him who they were, he simply said, “They are notorious people.” Then he added, “You should be grateful I came out on time.” I was curious and asked him, “But how did you see me?” He just laughed and said, “Stephen, let’s just go home.”

My elder sister used to make popcorn at home using simple kitchen utensils like a pot and a lid. All she needed was some oil, and sometimes butter and honey. I grew up enjoying her delicious popcorn. After she got married, a few years later, I decided to make popcorn for myself using the same utensils she had used.

I measured out the corn and added everything else, then closed the pot with a lid. But nothing happened. I didn’t hear any popping sounds, and there were no signs that the corn would turn into popcorn. It remained as dry as the corn I had put in the pot.

I tried adjusting the heat and changing a few things, but nothing worked. The corn stayed just as hard as when I started.

I called my younger sister to help me figure out why the corn wasn’t turning into popcorn. When she came into the kitchen and looked at the pot, she burst out laughing. She pointed out that I had used too much oil, along with too much butter and granola.

She took the mixture out onto a plate to drain some of the excess oil, then we put it back into the pot and covered it. Within just two minutes, it was like magic—the popcorn started to pop!

I added some honey and a little sugar, and you wouldn't believe it: the popcorn turned out even better than the ones my older sister used to make! It was amazing to see how helpful my younger sister could be. Although she hadn’t been very helpful in the past, this time she came through for me!

I noticed weevils in my beans, and this disappointment and anger welled up inside me. If only these weevils knew how much beans were selling for in Nigeria right now, they wouldn't have dared to approach my bag of food. I sat down, pondering the best punishment to deal with these pests, but I couldn't come up with an effective plan.

Among the ideas swirling in my mind, one suggested itself: frying the beans to dry them out and kill the weevils inside. However, I also realized that this would spoil the beans over time. I contemplated just sealing the bag tightly, but I knew that wouldn’t be efficient either. While I was still considering my options, a friend came to visit and suggested a solution. He told me about using grounded pepper as a remedy.

Encouraged by his advice, I decided to try it. I rubbed the grounded pepper generously on the beans, making sure to cover as much surface area as possible. Then, I waited anxiously to see if it would work.

Days passed, and slowly but surely, I began to notice fewer weevils scurrying about. It was a relief to see my intervention paying off. I kept the pepper on the beans for a while longer to ensure any remaining pests would be eradicated.

My beans were savedat last !

On my way back home from work, I sighted my colleague who had gone home earlier, leaving a supermarket, she probably went there to buy something. I stopped by that same supermarket to get some items, when a phone on the counter caught my attention, I looked closely and discovered that it actually belongs to that my colleague I saw leaving the supermarket when I was approaching, she forgot her phone.

I explained to the sales girl that the owner of the phone is my colleague and friend, and I can return the phone to her, I went as far as dialing my colleague's number, so the phone will ring and my name will show, as evidence we actually know ourselves, that's when the sales girl was convinced enough to let me take the phone with me, I bought my items and headed straight for my friend's house.

On my way, I remembered how I forgot my first android phone inside a keke, and by the time I used somebody's phone to call my line, it was switched off already, stolen straight away. But here I am, stressing myself to walk down to someone's house to deliver a misplaced phone, most people will just cart away with any valuable item they come across without conscience, is it that they were born with such behaviour and I wasn't?

Got to my colleague's house and found her crying already, she couldn't even remember where and how she misplaced the phone, I just handed her the phone and started walking home as I was extremely tired, she thanked me as if i had just saved a life. I had to go extra mile to do this good, not minding that my own case was a sad one, and I would have had an excuse to give to my conscience; that mine was stolen too. But I felt good to have done something good.

was in the market yesterday trying to find a good pair of shoes for a class presentation that was scheduled to take place the next day. I had budgeted a particular amount, hoping it would get me the perfect design I wanted. However, when I began asking around, the first seller I encountered quoted me an outrageous price for a pair of shoes.

I left that shop and moved on to another, but after visiting five shops, I found that the prices were consistently hilariously high. Frustrated, I decided to leave the area and ventured to the end of the market. It was there that I finally came across a seller who significantly reduced the price—offering a pair for just 1,000 pounds less than what I had seen elsewhere.

I bought the shoes, but I was still surprised. I thought it was only these online vendors who deceitfully added their own assumed amounts to the real price of shoes. I didn’t realize that the actual market also sold them for such high prices. Although it was the exact design I had in mind, I wasn’t expecting it to cost that much. Thank God my budget was able to cover it.

I have half a crate of eggs that I eat from time to time. Whenever I want to cook, I simply take one out and prepare it. It has always been a normal routine for me, and I never expected anything unusual to happen.

Recently, I took an egg and placed it on the gas to cook. I left it there for more than ten minutes, thinking it would be well done. When I finally brought it down, I knocked on it to check if it was properly boiled. To my surprise, the egg cracked open immediately, without any effort.

What shocked me even more was that the egg was completely empty. No yolk, no egg white, just an empty shell. I had never seen anything like that before. For a moment, I wondered if I should take it back to the seller and complain. But then, I realized no one would believe me. It would sound like I was making up a story, and I didn’t want to argue over an egg.

After thinking about it for a while, I decided to let it go. Instead, I took out another egg and cooked it, hoping this one would turn out normal. Thankfully, it did. I guess it was a reminder that sometimes, strange things happen, and it’s best to move on quickly before wasting more time worrying about them. A stitch in time saves nine.

I was about to cross the main road with Nicholas when I spotted a girl. She had a curvy figure and was clearly attractive. We watched her for a moment, but then we noticed something that ruined her entire appeal: her awkward walk. It was the way she moved that detracted from her beauty.

Nicholas and I couldn’t help but engage in a bit of playful gossip about how someone who was supposed to be model material walked so carelessly. It wasn’t until she encountered a friend that we realized who she was. As she turned, we caught a glimpse of her face—it was Cynthia, a classmate of ours. Cynthia was a stunning girl, seemingly blessed with beauty, but at that moment, it looked like she had let herself go.

Her awkward gait was hard to ignore, and when we finally approached her, we couldn't help but offer some friendly advice. We told her that she needed to be more conscious of how she carried herself, hoping that she might take our words to heart.

However, she quickly dismissed our advice, insisting that it was just who she was and that she couldn’t change it. With that, we continued on our way, though we could see her struggling to keep up with our pace. It seemed her two left feet made it difficult for her to move quickly, and despite her best efforts, she couldn’t catch up with us.

When I was still in secondary school, there was a long path that led to my school. Along this path, flowers and special plants were planted, beautifully decorating the area. Back then, I had a keen interest in plants and their miraculous effects on human health and well-being. I'm not quite sure how this fascination developed, but it became a significant part of my daily routine.

Every day on my way home from school, I would deliberately avoid taking the bus, even though I had the fare. Instead, I chose to walk this long path so I could pluck leaves and flowers from the plants along the way. Sometimes, when I got home, I would experiment with the powders I created from these plants, testing them on lizards to observe their effects.

Although I couldn't definitively note the effects of the plant extracts on the lizards—whether I was slowing them down or causing physiological variations in their health—I simply loved the hands-on experience of working with these plants. It was thrilling for me to see how their extracts could interact with the lizards in a practical way.

However, one day, my mom sat me down and warned me to stop my experiments. She expressed her concern that handling the lizards might pose a risk to my health, as they could carry infections that could lead to diseases. I took her advice to heart and decided to pause my activities.

So yesterday, I came across one of my neighbors, who works for a medical related company, and his work is to supply medicines and medical devices to pharmacies, and then get paid for it. I'm not so sure when he started the work, but I'm sure it's not more than a month ago. He's not the only one working in that field, there are many others, lot of competition to be the guy with the highest sales, so you can imagine that efforts is needed.

I was walking back home from visiting a friend, when I came across this guy, sitting just outside his compound around 8 pm, I imagined he had just returned from work, because he still had his shirt and trousers on. He looked very angry, and was speaking to somebody on phone, about how he is going to beat up a female co-worker whenever he sets his eye on her. He even swore that if he doesn't beat up the female co-worker, let him die.

The person on the other end, tried to persuade him not to act the way he has planned to act already, but his mind was made up. According to him, the Lady insulted and abused him on phone, because of work related issues, might be related to sales or monetary related problem. People around him tried to tell him that the lady was wrong for abusing him, but it won't be accepted if he beats the lady. At this point, no one knew that the lady was married, not even him.

And then today, he came back home from work looking depressed, he refused to talk to anybody in the compound and locked himself inside his room. Only for news to spread that he went to work today and slapped the lady, which warranted the company to sack him immediately, and that's not all, the husband of the lady has promised to come for him. Out of anger, he has created himself too big problems, only one way out at the moment; learning the hard way

I never wanted to use a cream or moisturizer on my skin. You know, I treasure my natural skin and everything that comes with it. However, recently, I started comparing myself to others. I noticed that my friends, who were never better in complexion than me, now looked so fresh, young, and moisturized. I’m not interested in bleaching creams or whatever they’re called; I just want something that will moisturize my skin, keep it fresh, and retain its natural complexion. I’ve noticed the stress taking a toll on my skin, so I think a good cream could help. I found this particular one that’s quite expensive, but at least it should do the job of moisturizing my skin.

I am still unsure about using the cream that I've bought. It's been two days since I purchased it, but I haven’t used it yet. Maybe when I see those friends again and compare myself to them, I’ll feel more motivated to start using my own cream. Well, that aside, I hope everyone is doing well.

Today, I finally got paid from a project my good friend had been forcing me to check in on every day. For the past two months, I had been following his advice, even though I didn’t fully understand everything. At some point, I even got angry at him for disturbing me because the whole thing felt too complex. But looking at my payment now, I can’t deny that it was worth the effort.

The funny thing is, my friend never gives up. He no dey hear word at all. Even when I got tired of the project, he mounted more pressure on me, saying there was nothing I could do to avoid it. And true to his words, the payment has come, and it’s not small money. In fact, he was the one who first checked his balance and excitedly told me he had been paid even bigger. That was when I rushed to check mine too.

If I had taken it more seriously, I would have earned even more. But no problem, lesson learned. Next time, I’ll put in more effort and grab the full opportunity. For now, I just thank my stubborn friend for dragging me into something that turned out to be a big win.

As I sat down to play chess, I was lost—only familiar with Draft back home. The designs of the pieces confused me, and I lost countless times despite my opponent's attempts to teach me. But I didn’t give up! I downloaded tutorial apps, practiced with computer opponents, and after two weeks of dedication, I gained skills. In our next match, I displayed my new abilities, and my competitor was thrilled he couldn’t believe the transformation.

People around haild me and stated that they hardly come across a girl who was good in chess. That boosted my confidence.

I refused to give up after that first match—I saw the shock in his eyes when I won, and I was determined to wow him next time.

I dove deeper into chess, realizing it wasn’t just a game but a tool for technical thinking and self-development.

During our next competition, he was laughing, claiming he'd been training too, but I wasn’t worried.

We began, and I won 2-0, then 4-0, and ultimately crushed him with a stunning 7-0 victory.
No dey underestimate girls o.

During the last Christmas, I decided to make a difference. Since everyone was becoming an adult, I thought it was time for me to step into that role as well. This year, I wouldn’t be taking myself out for an outing or a party. I didn’t want to go to the zoo or the cinema like I usually did. Instead, I wanted to do something meaningful.

During the morning of Christmas, I had helped out with the cooking, helping out with other things needed for the festive meal. It was no small feat, but I welcomed the stress that came with preparing for such a special day. After hours of chopping, stirring, and seasoning, we finally finished cooking and arranging the sumptuous food.

While my siblings eagerly prepared to head out to a nearby restaurant to indulge themselves, I chose a different path. I took a refreshing bath to wash away the morning’s labor and changed into comfortable clothes, ready to feast on the delicious meals we had prepared.

I lost track of time as I indulged. I ate enough to the point of overfeeding myself.
With a contented sigh, I pushed back from the table, a satisfied smile on my face. My belly felt pleasantly full, yet as I stood up, I found it difficult to walk, and that brought me more joy.

After the meal, I decided to treat myself to some relaxation. I grabbed my favorite drink, headed straight to my room, and settled onto my bed. Turning on my data, I lost myself in the vast world of the internet. I scrolled through social media, enjoying pictures of friends celebrating and sharing their festive moments. It felt nice to share in the joy, even from a distance.
I called my youngest sister and gave her some money, asking her to pick me up a tub of ice cream on her way back from their outing.

Jude was a young man born in the heart of Benin, cherished by his community and admired because he came from a reputable family known for their integrity and hard work. As Jude grew older, he fell in with a group of friends who lead him down a bad and immoral path.
His new companions were involved in fraudulent activities, yet they cunningly presented their lifestyle as a result of inherited wealth. They insisted their actions were legitimate, playing on Jude’s mind and ambitions.

One fateful afternoon, as he was already influenced by the feeling of quick success and the influence of his friends, Jude approached his father, seeking his birthright. He wanted to establish himself, just like his friends. After a long and challenging discussion with him, Jude's father reluctantly agreed. He decided to share a portion of the family’s property, which included a house and five plots of land to take and set himself up

With his inheritance in hand, he was so filled with ego and instead of investing or building a future, he chose to sell the properties. The money flowed in, and Jude, high on a sense of newfound wealth, lavished it all away through parties, extravagant outings, and fast cars lending.

But as the weeks passed, the reality of his choices began to set in. The lifestyle he had dreamed of was fleeting, and soon, Jude found himself staring at empty bank accounts and dwindling resources.
The lavish parties turned into lonely nights
He would call his friends for help but all he received was mockery.
His father kept in contact with him and employed him in one of his business structures just so he could sustain himself but not to expect any share of the family assets or properties.