The market walks a narrow lane, Where calm and storms both leave their stain. Each whisper of the wind brings change, As fortunes shift and paths rearrange.
The patient tree grows deep, not fast, Its strongest roots are built to last. For those who watch with steady eyes, Tomorrow’s harvest crowns the wise.
Quotes Money waits beneath the surface,like a tide before the shore.₦2.48 trillion finds its way back,opening another door. The bills are placed, the yields are