Yeah. I started at 11:29 and finished at 13:56 (you can do the math).

I even felt lazy typing this. Because the jogging was under sun. 

Not some typical early morning jogging nonsense (average plebs time).

So my body was hot. My brain was lamenting and saying shît to me.

I didn't listen. I finished the damn race. Alone. Everyone looking at me inside Ogbomoso thought I was stupid.

Maybe I was. I felt like a maniac on that road.

But what brought the title of this article?

Well, I just felt like you're worrying too much about some online payment.

Staring and looking at your phone all day and night. Hoping some tasks will show up.

Idïot. Taking a peanut surveys will save your life? Keep on dreaming.

But I understand. Not everyone will start a business. And yeah, those who do will definitely buy you and pay for your time.

You see?

Exactly. Just as you're writing on Feedcover hoping to get some damn hundred views and then see if you're qualified to get paid.

A nigga (or girl) and maybe some group of girls or niggas built this. And they want you here. Which is good.

But as you're here make sure you're also at your own damn place.

If not you're fûcked!

And there's possibility you'd get kicked out out o the damn platforms.

So yeah. I'm a long distance jogger (say simply - Marathon Runner). 

But I suddenly built my own website when I realized there's shît going on behind every platform.

You can get your ass fried all of a sudden.

They can decide to kick you out with some bûllshît reasons that will request you to fill some appeals useless form.

👉 calmmindnovels.com.ng

That is my website. My place. My territory.

Check it out.

PS: If you want to be a marathon runner consider checking the website and see at the very top for yourself how to do it.

One love.