Investment and mentorship

Hi, my name is Nana, before I write my wish I'd love to share my story, in hopes to inspire people especially young girls, letting them know THEY'RE SO MUCH MORE.
I was born and raised in the city of calabar, Nigeria. I'm an Only child to a 61year old woman, who just retired from the civil service. I am a graduate of industrial biochemistry from the university of cross river state, calabar Nigeria.
Growing up in calabar is an experience I am very much appreciative of, beautiful culture, beautiful and talented people. I grew up in two different sides, calabar south and now calabar municipal.

Growing up wasn't easy, my mom calls me a miracle child. She was asked to abort the baby when she conceived of me, After being called Barren by my father. The same woman you called Barren God has visited, and so she refused to abort the baby.

Being a single mom, life didn't have it easy on my mom, she did all she could do to make sure I was okay, but like most single parent the pressure becomes too much and staying silent seemed to be the only option.
As a child I was growing, observing, learning and most importantly feeling. At age 18 I could no longer bare to see mama suffer in silence, no support, no relief. So I set out on a path to find financial ease , this part led me to a dark place, a lifestyle of alcohol smoking sadness and depression. But I was willing to hold the pain as long as I could lighten the load for my mother. (As I set on this path I traveled to another city).
Each time she'd ask me where I got the money I'd lie, this continued for 2 years and I could no longer bare the pain as I had experience the most traumatic event a girl child should never experience, involuntary sexual act at gunpoint. The feeling of emptiness inside, layers and layers of pain
I became suicidal and I thought that was the easiest way to ease the pain from both sides.
But I came back home to my mom, in my mother's house I was safe, yes we might not have what to eat three times a day or two times a day, but my mom made sure we ate at least in a day, yes she may borrow and borrow and borrow to pay for school fees and school necessities but she did provide those things, but what people never saw was the silent nights of weeping, and praying and begging God for miracle, what people never saw was the times I was somehow blamed for everything, what people never saw was the indirect pressure that placed on me to grow up So fast. But I was home, and I was safe now, I started reading different books, Brian Tracy was and is still my best author, I started searching for spiritual groups on Facebook, joining those groups and learning about healing the mind and soul, I went on a journey of self discovery, the spiritual people call it "the Awakening".

Now while all this happened to me personally, socially I was an outcast, a misfit
I couldn't hold conversations with the girls I had met in the streets, conversations with them seemed so shallow, all they wanted was to buy wigs and heels and Luxury bags with the money they made, it seemed like they liked the life, and all I wanted to talk about was my dreams, my passion and hopes, all I wanted to talk about was hitting big and leaving this place, so conversations with them felt like SELF BETRAYAL to me.

I kept talking to myself and asking, can't my brain give me the resources I need to grow? I'm a smart woman, brilliant with a smart mouth, I'm business conscious, I have a hustling spirit, must I subject myself to this dehumanizing experiences?

My intellectual prowess was undermined and sometimes when these men I met realized how smart I was they felt threatened, some go as far as asking me
"So you want to be bigger than us abi?"
Sometimes they paid me less, so I wouldn't use the money for anything tangible.
But I'm home now, and discovering myself.
I had seen someone made fruit parfait in the travel, so when I got home I started making fruit parfait with the little money I gathered
I would take them to school, and my colleagues would laugh at me, buy and ask me to keep the change, but I never gave up on myself I had HOPE, and I believed God. I felt at peace inside and that was all that mattered to me, I sold my parfait and with that money I used to purchase my first beads. (Permit me to leave this here for now) I would always keep sharing my story because I want these young girls to know, they're so much more, there's another way other than what seems to be the only Option in our today's society. This brings me to my wish.

My wish

I started building my brand Nanastrybe in 2021, to the best of my ability I have been able to establish a small international online audience on TikTok, I had gifted a piece of my craft to Mamatot (Ophelia Nicholes). When I started crafting I was seeking an outlet to express my UNIQUENESS and Individuality, I was looking for an outlet to heal. And so when Mamatot lost her baby child I wanted to create something in memory of HIM.
As creatives we cannot do it alone.
I wish is to have an investor who's willing to NOT just invest but also Pick me as a mentee . Someone who"ll see my potentials, someone who'll impact knowledge in me and help me expand my horizon and consciousness. Someone who'll invest a flexible amount of money into nanastrybe to aid me create flexibly. I seek to teach the young girls in calabar my skills and to let them know there's a way, I seek to carve a path for this brand because it'll help these young girls realize that, no matter where you are in the world, as long as you have what to offer, the world would find you. But I cannot do it alone, I need support, investment and most importantly I need my investor to be my Mentor and help guide me in the world of business and entrepreneurship.