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I was happy I sucked it up, and paid the $50-$70 for a table at the tiara festival because I got to meet other entrepreneurs and their own creative products. After about 5 passers-by, I decided to write down what my business/buttons on two separate sheets of paper since I was visibly the only one without a flier of some sort to give to people or explain what I was about. After I did that, some people stopped to read what they were about and bought one or a couple of buttons. An old woman bought a Columbia for her best friend. An elderly couple actually planned to buy one for every country they had been to, but unfortunately they did a lot of European trips and then I didn’t have too many European buttons. A lot of sales were from Sudanese people.

Well, as the evening drew in, people reduced. I was thinking of leaving having been there since 9am when a lady walked up to me and told me she loved the idea. She told her she was Suzanne and worked for the Hamilton Spectator. She gave me her jotter and I told me to write all about my buttons, my name, website and everything! I thought I was dreaming lol. I started to write, and then when I thought it was enough, I stopped, returned it to her, and then she in turn gave me her card. Also, the High Commissioner of Lesotho came around, but unfortunately, I didn’t have Lesotho national buttons. I felt so bummed. She asked if I had a card, I didn’t; and then she left. As a sharp guy, I went to ask her if I could have hers and she gave me…cool! Anyways, eventually, I sold about 25 buttons that day, which wasn’t too bad, considering all the publicity and exposure I got.

So a week or so later, Suzanne sent me an email to add a little more to what I wrote- where I’m from, what I want I’m studying and where, when I came to Canada, how I started and a few funny experiences I’ve had since I started. A couple days later, she told me she would be running my story on the May 15th Edition so I needed to do a photo shoot. I could keep anywhere I like or the Photo Studio. I picked to Studio for 12:00pm the next day. She asked me to put on my trad like I did for the tiara festival.

Getting there was a little stressful ‘cos there’s no way in except I’m coming from West Hamilton. But then, I was coming from Downtown. So in the heat, I walked in my trad to the place through Dundurn. Anyways, got there, signed in and security called for her. She came down and together we went to the 4th floor (I think), met with the photographer, took 2 pictures- the one on the paper and another with about 30 buttons in my hands- to symbolize I have the world in my hands. I guess they eventually went for the picture of my and my “trusty” bag.

During the shoot, the photographer Ron (as he told me to call him), kept saying funny stuff and taking hundreds of shots. I wanted to have a straight face and not smile, but he said that was how photo shoots are done. Finally, I left the studio went into the huge office floor to look for Suzanne and thank her. We had a little chat and she asked me a bit about Nigeria, my parents and if I could send her the songs on my website. I did. Altogether, I felt so good, I didn’t even feel the walk from there to Jackson Square!

When the paper came out, I bought 2 copies ‘cos that was all that was left by the time I made it to the newsstand by the Sheraton Hamilton Hotel. A couple of days later, I ran into 3 people who I didn’t know, but who knew me due of the article. They complimented me on the buttons idea, encouraged me and have me tips on good sale spots!

I’m a star in the making, I guess lol!

All glory to God 😀

  1. Mz.Dee
    February 20, 2011 at 7:43 pm

    Ure a bloggggggger!!
    Yea!!(Guess who this is love, but don’t guess on ma blog!)

    I read ur interview in the spec…the one online. U and ur bag swung to ur side…u luked ISH!

    Ure def on ur way to the top…wishin u luck all the way there!

    Ooo.. sori bout the walk o. Pele, it was all 4 a gud cause :p

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