<blockquote><strong>Most publicities come with persuasion some however, come with satisfaction.<br/>The kind that began as a story...</strong></blockquote><p><br/></p><p>Mine began in JS2, when a female friend of mine, Sumayyah, introduced me and two other friends to a library called Ignite Africa.</p><p><br/></p><p>Sumayyah was in JS3, and as far as we knew, she was the only student in our school who knew the library existed.</p><p>It was a private library.</p><p>No billboards, no posters, no publicity. Ignite Africa was practically a secret hiding in plain sight.</p><p><br/></p><p>We started visiting after school to read our textbooks and complete assignments as early as possible. The library also had a private reading lounge we were granted access to study without paying. For students looking for somewhere peaceful to escape the noise of a government school, it was a welcome relief.</p><p><br/></p><p>But one particular visit stayed with me.</p><p><br/></p><p>I was standing by a particular secluded bookshelf, looking at a book with so much interest I wish I could grab it, but of course, there was a price tag attached to it.Ā </p><p>"Take it."</p><p>Was the voice that jolted me out of my mesmerized admiration.</p><p>The Senior Librarian was standing behind me smiling.</p><p>"You can borrow it home to return later"</p><p>Perhaps the interest on my face gave me away. Whatever the reason, the librarian picked up on my curiosity and gave me the book.</p><p>Just like that.</p><p>I took it home and began reading.</p><p>The book explored ancient African trade, the way of life and the advent of religion on the continent, but it did so through a wonderfully creative fictional narrative. It didn't feel like someone had handed me a history lesson disguised as homework. It drew me into a story, and before I knew it, I was learning while enjoying myself.</p><p>Even till now, that book is still one of the most creative books I have read in my entire life.</p><p>Yeahhh.... It was that good.</p><p><br/></p><p>After reading and returning the book, I searched online for a copy to download. I wanted to keep it, only to discover that it was priced in dollars.</p><p>DOLLARS!</p><p><br/></p><p>I had received it for free, yet finding a copy online meant paying in a currency that could make a Nigerian student's pocket -my pocket- empty for weeks...</p><p>Broke Nigerian student!!</p><p>Broke!!!</p><p><br/></p><p>That was when something dawned on me.</p><p>The book wasn't less valuable because I hadn't paid for it. It was simply a good book, and I had been fortunate enough to encounter it through someone's generosity.</p><p><br/></p><p>And the book wasn't my only discovery at Ignite Africa. I encountered other documentary books, history dictionaries, and encyclopedias that later became valuable resources when I prepared for debate competitions. What had begun as a place to read my school textbooks gradually became a place where I could expand my knowledge beyond the classroom.</p><p><br/></p><p>Then, without quite realising it, I became part of the library's story too.</p><p><br/></p><p>I became head prefect in JS3, and later, in SS3. I used the influence that came with those positions to introduce more students to Ignite Africa. Before I left school, students across both the junior and senior sections of four different neighborhood schools knew about the library and those who found its worth like I did engaged in its paid services.</p><p><br/></p><p>I also discovered that it offered working spaces for rent, something I hadn't known about when I first walked through its doors. Infact, I discovered this when I began seeing people come in to book those spaces. Whoever told them that, I don't know and honestly, I didn't care.</p><p>Ā I had discovered the library through Sumayyah, received a book through the librarian's generosity, and... I told some students, other students told more students and the word spread like wildfire through five different schools and into the ears of some broda and sista into office work.</p><p><br/></p><p>Well...</p><p>Ā It didn't seem like advertisement or marketing to me.</p><p>I saw it as simply telling people about somewhere I genuinely valued.</p><p>And perhaps that is what made the experience special. Ignite Africa didn't have to convince me with an elaborate advertisement. A librarian noticed a young student's interest in a book and gave him an opportunity to enjoy it. The experience spoke for itself.</p><p>That simple gesture reached further than the librarian could have ever known.</p><p><br/></p><p>One thing stayed with me for life .....</p><p><br/></p><blockquote><strong>F</strong><strong>ree purchase should not mean low quality.<br/></strong><strong>Free services should not denote inferior treatment.<br/></strong><strong>Because sometimes......<br/></strong><strong>Certain degrees of satisfaction can turn customers into a walking billboard.</strong></blockquote>