Some roads were smooth, some skies were grey, Yet capital still found its way. The winds changed shoes from east to west, Each market searching for its best.
A river bends but keeps its course, Strength is seldom loud in force. The wise don’t fear each shifting tide, They trim their sails instead of hide.
For every storm that clouds the view, Another dawn breaks fresh and new.
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