An African Marketer
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Last published Wed, Dec 22, 2021
From childhood dreams to navigating adulthood with entrepreneurship, see entrepreneurship through my eyes, a new point of view.
My journey as a social media marketer has been a rollercoaster with amazing highs and the lowest lows. I wouldn't say being African made it impossible to dream and get my name out there however it made my experience less amazing.
When you're an African entrepreneur you're looked down upon by the world,
"What can you possibly bring to the table as an African?" And when you're back home
"You're not going anywhere."
An African Marketer is about an entrepreneur, daughter, and one hell of a business figure striving to be someone.
See how I started out, read about the challenges we go through and how you can create a brand for yourself in the market, despite being African and having the worst logistics system.
I can do things anyone else can do. I am not limited to my continent's stereotype only.
I am African and I am capable of doing more than the bare minimum. I am capable of making six figure$. I have done that before and I want to tell you how you can do that too.
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