I am rejecting poverty today, pouring it out like early morning spit or Egusi soup that has stayed for 7 days without warning. The image captures Glory and myself during my tenure at the bank. At the time, I was working as a DSA and felt broke, depressed, and frustrated because I loathed the job, yet I still had to show up. As we celebrate Throwback Thursday, be warned: if I hear even a whisper in the comments, I will deal with it straight away.