Thursday 19 September 2013

TALE OF A LOSER



 “We don’t belong to the same category
I silently said to myself.
Imagine him still bedwetting and sucking his hands when I am already the pride of my mother.
I had the best of toys and clothes, the classy type deserving of a prince.
Of course I was also smashing my exams and getting ovations from all quarters
So what’s my business helping my friend to stand?

We grew older and I haven’t still tried to help
Although most of his childhood predicament has gradually disappeared,
Yet our class still doesn’t match.
Was it my fault that he didn’t get the exposure I had?
Well I just want to enjoy the goodies life has presented to me.

Time passed and I discovered things had suddenly changed
Isn’t that my boy living the life I onced lived?
 Could that be him having the special treatment I had always dreamed?
Oh It never crossed my mind that thing do change.
Alas the success achieved by my friend has proved me wrong.
How I wish I am in his shoes
But for me to once again live the big life, I can never tell”.




Growth in life doesn’t come with the same pace. Unlike a race where few comes top and are recognised after crossing the finishing line, life avails us superb opportunities for achieving success which comes at individuals appointed time. Because the best man today also isn’t guaranteed the spotlight tomorrow, it is essential we keep a good character and cultivate a humble habit during our turn on the ladders top.
One dangerous mistake we shouldn’t make is looking down on others during our time of shinning. Yes, nothing they say last forever, therefore your boy today could be a boss tomorrow. Those we show kindness to in our daily quest of living might be the steps we would climb to achieve greatness, so it’s essential we treat people well and respect the unseen king in them. One of the most painful regret a man could face is to see the people he has looked down on attain an enviable position where his help lies, and most times because what wasn’t sown can’t be reaped, such privilege rights can’t be enjoyed. We all know you are the most brilliant and perhaps the better of all, it surely doesn’t guarantee the outcome of things to come. The comfort and happiness that an act of kindness brings could be enjoyed throughout a lifetime.

So many potentially endowed persons cry for our help and attention, many challenged individuals crave for our merciful eyes, and how many of these helping opportunities have we thrown in the dungeon? How many of such faces have we rolled our car glass against? How many have we intentionally shut our doors on? True beauty is never explained by the gorgeous appearance of our physical expression but by the acts of kindness showcased through the inner will. Being a beacon of hope is expressed by the service activities we render to our neighbor and community……….

…………..but if we choose not to see the bright future that lies ahead of those life demands of us to help, then we look down on them at our own peril.

Written By Leo Olukokun Adedeji Oladipo

Tuesday 17 September 2013

DISMISSING DISSAPOINTMENT


You are the best thing that has ever happened to me - the glowing moon whose light brightens my path, my priceless angel, more precious than the kings ornament, more valuable than the finest refined precious stone. You are the definition of glamour, an epitome of beauty. Life without you in it becomes so dry and boring.
My lady, I have been caught in the web of your amazing love. I wish I could still the sun for the world to steal a gaze at you, I bet even the strongest men would melt at your magnificent visage. How I wish I could for few minutes lead the forest's finest vocals to sing of your uniqueness which I so much adore. How I wish I could catch the stars in the sky to knit you a shining garment deserving of a princess.
Bidemi my love, even the peacock’s beauty is a fallacy when compared to the splendor of your appearance. You dont make the world go round; you make it pause from its rotating state to applaud the royal aura you carry.
Please give me the privilege of being that special one; I wanna be the melodious rhythm of your heartbeat. "Would you please be mine?" I ask, kneeling before the damsel. Blushing and stammering, she struggled to utter a complete sentence: "I, I, I .........."

Bidemi and I met some months back; she was a friend of my very good friend. My concentration skipped the very first time I saw her at an event and straight away I knew she was someone whose magical looks would be hard to pass by. Mother luck smiled at me as we met again at my friends place. What do you expect? I put up my best possible attitude, spoke the best of phonetics my agricultural university knowledge could avail me, polished with a not-too-fake accent. I managed to get her glued in conversation, all the while beaming with smiles to keep my handsome mode activated. I needed no prophet to tell me she enjoyed my company as we chatted like two little kids who had just escaped their parents' strict surveillance. We sure exchanged contacts and gradually became very good friends. Just some weeks after, there was hardly anyone who didnt notice the blossom of our friendship. There was nothing we didnt do together, from visiting the cinemas to attending events. We also helped each other, even in personal endeavours and, gradually, each one began to admire the other's brilliance. Of course, our friends envisaged the transformation of our closeness to a formidable union and like everyone had concluded, I also imagined that sooner than later we would become a love pair.
So I planned this very special day, selected some of our closest pals to be a witnesses of this golden moment. The clouds were friendly and the atmosphere was right, thanks to the gentle breeze which was so perfectly cool that it exuded a romantic aura. Of course, I had a man around whose sonorous song accompanied by the guitar wasnt far away from us as we were really locked up having fun at a beach resort on the said day. So I took an opportunity to steal the show asking my admirable jewel if I could become the axis upon which her world would rotate. "Would you please be mine?" I asked, with our friends looking on with curiousity as I played the Romeo role more perfectly than Jack did in the Titanic movie. With tears in her eyes she replied, "Deji, its a NO." What!!! I thought a spaceship just fell on me. It looked like one of those Mexican block-busting heartbreak scenes. But alas, it was no movie; I had just been rejected. Tears strolled carelessly down my face, my world was gradually sinking. I wished rapture would just happen to save me from this embarrassingly ugly moment but the world chose that time to reinforce itself as I began to hear nature's symphony even more clearly. My hands found my face, head bowed in agony and a sickly shiver ran down my spine. I manned up and tried kissing the storm with courage. And as I lifted up my head, taking my hands away from my eyes, and as my tear-soaked eyelids parted way for the retina to see reality, I discovered I had just woken up from sleep. So all along I had been dreaming, my body having not gone farther than the four corners of my room.

Oops! With a big sigh, I recounted how I had just gone through a sleepy heartbreak. Well, even if my real life experience was not as brutal as that, I still know what it feels like to suffer a heartbreak, after all I had experienced a real one sometime ago as I had to part ways with the one I admired because of a difference that was beyond our control.
So I have also known how it feels to lose or give up that precious gift that was once in your hand or perhaps that gorgeous person that perfectly fits your dream partner as was the case in my dream. (And, of course, I realised how unfair it was to have broken some hearts in the past). Its so painful not to have those things you had always wanted to have: that dream job, that certification, that Visa, that appointment, that business deal, that promotion, etc. Some of us had even been privileged to once have them but somewhere along the line they slipped helplessly away like a rolling tyre on a banana peel.

Dear Friends, disappointments and heartbreaks, fortunately or unfortunately, are the fruits life offers as breakfast. Do we however react like a king Ahab whose story we were told in the Bible, who went on sulking and had to agree to his wife's wicked plan of murdering the one who refused to lease him a piece of land? Or do we shake off the disappointment and give out our best like a Moses who having known he would not enter the promise land still diligently played his role in the smooth sailing of his kindred on their journey to Canaan?
Okay, how bad can the case be? Can it be as worse as that of David who as a powerful and prominent king lost his household to captivity at a point in his life despite being a great warrior? So tell me your story. You got sacked, jilted, abused, lost some funds, lost a business pitch or, perhaps, someone dear? Perhaps, the admired HE left you for a slimmer lady or probably the lady ported to a richer guy.
Hey, you got to move on, David we were told encouraged himself in the Lord. There has got to be that time where your strength has to rise up from the inside to knock out the darts life disappointedly throws at you. Like in a tennis match, you may have lost the first set, please brace up in time for the second, third or even the fourth set. Be the champion you are meant to be, bounce back using the setback as a motivating platform for shining. No matter how dear the thing we lose is, we must always remember the many gorgeous and wonderful things we are yet to win or acquire. Its just a phase and the good news is the phase has just passed.
If truly Abidemi said "No" in my dreams, I am sure there's an Idera set to feature in the next episode of that dream and I am certain when next I wake up, it would be with a smile on my face this time around.

Its past 10pm on the 15th of September 2013; I need to retire back to bed having grown with an un-dissapointing sleep confidence. See you in the morning in a world where you have completely dismissed and broken up with every past disappointment. Your face looks better with a smile on it. I wish you the very best.

Yours sincerely,
Olukokun Adedeji.


Sunday 15 September 2013

THE JOURNEY AND ITS MANY OPTIONS



THE JOURNEY AND ITS MANY OPTIONS


Oh my God! I screamed in fury, did you just hit my car? What the heaven were you really thinking as I came out of the car switching to an anger mode. Few minutes ago I was nodding my head to the sonorous melodious sound of ASA’s album from my car stereo but this driver was just about spoiling my day by hitting my cherished ride at the back.
Jesus! I exclaimed, “Are you blind or something?” I vent out like an annoyed school teacher. “Where did you get your license from as I continued to flood the guy with series of questions. Thank your stars it wasn’t more than a scratch I told him; else you would have seen the worse side of me.


This is why I hate taking this route, I said shaking my head in disbelief that I had just being a victim of a car bash. Aside from the large influx of Indian hemp ridden miscreants turned drivers that handles the commercial vehicles which form a certain fraction of the major road users, the constant traffic jam plus the rough roads is an experience that bores and repels every driver any day anytime. Navigating the wheels trying to avoid the littered potholes spread on the length and breadth of highways and roads in the country sure makes any happy mind grows weary. Remembering that I would have to take painkillers as a result of the avoidable exercise caused by negligence & improper maintenance of roads got me pissed even more. If my car would survive another six months by constant plying of these kinds of bad roads is a question I sincerely couldn’t find answers to. To add salt to the injury as it is often said, a hugely built traffic jam some few miles afterwards beckoned at me like a marketer would normally do to woo potential customers. No other way to go, no circumventing options and of course the fear of Lastma is another reason I wouldn’t want to make a U-turn.


I didn’t find being in traffic for over one and half hours very interesting as I grew impatient. The only option I had aside from disappearing from the spot if possible is to take a one way; a rule that mustn’t be broken in the many commandment book of Lagos. Yet tired of the “snailous” movement, I decided to play a fast one by taking one-way. Of course you can figure out the rest; I was caught and I paid dearly for it. Add to an already frustrating evening is the fact that I had to plea for leniency; something I don’t like doing. It’s painful that having being a good citizen all this while, I was caught on one of my few attempts to cut corners. It was really painful as I reluctantly handed over the monetary fine charges to the official. What a black Friday it turned out to be as I recount my ordeal from the moment I journeyed home after the close of a hectic day at work.


Who likes Traffic jam? No one I guess, but sometimes we find them on our way and the annoying part is that we often have to go through them especially when turning back isn’t an option. Life at times looks like a journey. The efficiency and quality of good times can be showcased as when the road is smooth and wide enough for a sweet speedy journey, it just like the times we find things working perfectly well; times when that dream job comes our way; times when promotion mixes with an increase in salary; times when that handsome guy pops up the “will you marry me” question or perhaps when she eventually said “yes” to the would you date request; times when the visa finally lands on our passport; times when we come out with flying colours in an examination; times when the business deals clicks; times when the recommendation we have eagerly searched for eventually arrives or when sales just go boom in business. Trust me, no car driven on a smooth road wouldn’t at one point experience the “not so good” periods on the highway. As much as we have the smooth tarred part, so also comes the bashing times in life, times when your someone disappoints you; times when the brilliant proposal you had carefully taken weeks to write is smashed as watery and not good enough. It could also come in the form of an annoying boss or guardian that never appreciates the effort you put into things, it could even come as the charming chocolaty Romeo breaking Juliet’s heart and then we get dented like bumpers do at accident scene. Sometimes the bash might even arise from our carelessness, negligence or procrastination, but no matter how it comes, it still wouldn’t change the fact that getting bashed is not an interesting adventure.


Okay what of pot holes? The ones that patiently waits to spoil the smooth ride. As small or big as they appear, they are known to be a major cause of road accidents. Pot holes in life could come in form of a jealous friend or colleague whom your offense to was just because you had a slight edge over him/her. Yeah pot holes could certainly come in form of distractions; doing the wrong thing at the right time; it could come as a bad company or an unfit relationship. Pot holes could be unwarranted self exaltation or glory in self accomplishment. It could be an embrace of unnecessary praise or inability to walk in love. Pot holes can be weights that slow down a man’s moving ability; it could be little foxes that spoil the vine. Usually pot holes causes imbalance and it’s a proven means of reducing the life span of a vehicle. Even though it wasn’t the driver that made the holes, he has no choice than to maneuver to avoid them when spotted. Knowing what to do, the button to press, the things to say, the places to go determines how well a man would sail through the numerous pot holes life sets on the way.


How sweet a “One way” could be. It sometimes helps us to escape traffic and ease driving stress. However as sweet as it appears, it is known to be a risky and sometimes dangerous thing to do. What if the truck on the right way never saw the oncoming vehicle which broke the rule? It certainly could result in an accident. What if the traffic control officers discover the unlawful act? Then a scape goat is made of the offender for others to learn. Yes life always present a whole lot of shortcuts and many has romanced such ideas times without numbers. Good to some, they are kind of lucky to go unhurt but some others never lived to share the bitter pill. “One ways” are the shortcuts that looks like the real thing, the sugar daddy that looks like a savior, the unlawful “runs” that fetch in more cash; the impatience that never allows for properly settling a difference in a union thereby causing a partner to find succor in another arm in the name of escaping from the partner’s presumed trouble; the bribes given to secure a contract or win a pitch; the lies shared to get a favour; the credential falsification and numerous change in birth certificate. True, shortcuts are a fast option of getting a man to a destination but most times it comes with a huge risk, unrest and pains to the sojourner. Whatever would be they say would be, success becomes sweet when it kisses a perfect timing so it is sometimes dangerous speeding up what isn’t yet suppose or meant to be. Dreams has been crushed, lives has been cut and road has sometimes been closed to short cutters. Imagine a vehicle sent back by a traffic warden to follow the right route, a whole lot of time and resources ends up wasted in the process. Therefore it’s important to always remember there is a fine to pay for flirting with “One ways”.


Traffic jam! Always so frustrating and annoying. It slows you down, causes vehicle over heating in some cases, makes people get to their destination late, makes a driver spends more cash for fueling and no driver seems friendly to allow you move into a queue. Pain engulfs the body after the exercise and it brings a whole lot of “Had I known I wouldn’t have followed that route” tale. As much as we face them daily on our roads, I have never seen anyone got too tired to continue driving hence stopped moving the vehicle to sleep on the road. The destination lays itself on every mind and stirs them on to endure any driving pain. Its therefore very important to keep our dreams alive when we face the “go slow” periods of life, the time when we seem to be expending more resource without getting appreciable returns; the periods when we discover that people aren’t too friendly or available to help us out; the periods when stress and challenges of life overwhelms the body and soul, the times you aren’t called back for a job after going through different steps of screening and interviews, remember you are making progress when you keep moving especially when it’s in the right direction.
Traffic jams gives us an opportunity to buy gala and a drink, an opportunity to see and admire other vehicles or people even in the stress filled state, an opportunity to receive a call or do a ping (Tell me you don’t do it?). So who says the slow movements doesn’t come with some good? There is definitely an element of positivity lurking around the slow periods.


So the road bashing, the potholes and the traffic are major factors that determines how a journey would be but the options we take at different situations determines how well the journey would end. Therefore the options and decisions we take go a long way to determine the success of our journey in the road called life. There is no assurance the roads would always be free from traffic or that it would be smooth without any pothole, the contractor constructed the road but certain factors created the ditches. It’s left to us to make good options by following the directions that best leads to our respective destination. God has a laid down plan for everyone to get to a place of our dreams, for He knows the thought he has towards us which are thoughts of good, we must however be super convinced that the place exist and must keep going on the right track/route even when we go through the “Hold ups”, potholes and bashing of life.


Written By Olukokun Adedeji

12:00 N00N



12:00 N00N


Live from Goodison Park


The odds is certainly against us,That we know.But coming up against the champions is something we just can’t avoid.Although we have had a really rough time lately,We certainly would give this challenge our best shot.

Belief, Belief, Belief……..Believing in our potentials and abilities is something we just must do.Irrespective of the slow start we might have had till this time,It’s the change we create through our determination that surely counts.It’s that time we need to trust our vision not the eyes.

So the set time came and at a point we found ourselves 2 goals down,Suddenly the bookmakers’ prediction was becoming real.However we never lost focus for a second,Then opportunity presents itself to us at the last minute…..Without hesitating, we buried the chances and broke the back of the very talented squad.That’s what is called greatness!Full Time Scores: its Everton 3, Man United 3.



So many times we go through dull periods, periods when our confidence trends on the downside. At this time, we doubt ourselves and see ourselves as the inferior. Hmmnnnn, then at our struggling and crawling state, we rediscover form and launch with the very last strength……..”Gboa”!!!!!! Explodes the dream and suddenly the breakthrough comes.


There is a drop of greatness in everyman as it is often said, but unfortunately we cover the embedded greatness in the pot of fears, doubts, unbelief and worries. Then we further denature our opportunities in the fire of distractions via the negativity hype that surrounds us and in turn near elasticity limit where we are weighed down by the intimidating situations that wraps itself around us, hence we find it difficult to return to result oriented shape. This happens because our vision lens refuses to get the goal’s focal point.


Ladies and gentlemen, the power of focus is too strong to be neglected, It reminds me of how small David closed one eye, opened the other to aim correctly at the target without subscribing to the “I can’t do” syndrome that had enveloped the city, straight goes the stone tucked on the giants head and the bush boy suddenly became an instant hero. So mighty is the power of focus which often brings the fruits of labour sooner than we anticipate. So why drown with others in the ocean of impossibilities? Remember greatness begs for its release through that opportunity.


We live in a world filled with diverse kinds of opportunities, but we stand on a shaky platform that signals how impossible it is to attain success. However with the swing of determination, focus and belief dangling in our hands, the mighty challenges would crack like a dropped egg.


Shhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!There is just one thing we need to take cognizance of…………..Simple, “it is not over until it is over”. Your opportunity might just come at the tail end. Friend take it and you become an instant celebrity; the success story on everyone’s lips. Of course there is only one person capable of limiting you in this match, it’s definitely no one but YOU.


Just like the “Evertonians” fought back against the mighty Reds, we have got no excuse than to prove a point…that our best isn’t best described by what the present showcases and that a drop of greatness truly lies in us. So now that we know this, we must make conscious effort to push it out through pursuance of our dreams, goals and targets.


I welcome you to a world of opportunity for making real achievements, a place where our success story is inevitable. Because we have grabbed tightly the keys of “focus, belief and determination”, then our winning is surely guaranteed.

Waiting to see you celebrate.



Written by Olukokun Adedeji

BRIGHT SIDE OF LIFE(A TRUE LIFE STORY)



BRIGHT SIDE OF LIFE(A TRUE LIFE STORY)

Here you go sir; I heard the security man's voice as I stepped out of the lobby where I had just concluded a series of business meetings. His hands still on the car door knob as he politely beckoned at me to enter the newly acquired stretched limousine waiting to be driven to the next point of call. Thanks I answered returning the gesture with an handshake where five properly wrapped new notes of the highest currency was carefully hidden; a contended smile mixed with a happy face greeted back as the guy quickly pocketed the cash gift he had just received. I could see a fulfilled face which is seen at rare occasions of special moments such as jackpot winning periods or when an husband receives the good news of the safe delivery of his first child; I need no one to tell me that I had just made the man's day as he constantly splashed the words "thank you sir" at me just like a kid practicing his first words.


“Straight to the airport” I told the driver as my eyes glanced at the diamond coated Rolex on my hands. It was really a nice meeting sir, I heard my P.A soft voice beside me, "yes it was" I replied as we begin to notice a gradual build up of traffic ahead of us. How I wish I could call for a chopper right now I whispered to my gorgeous energetic personal assistant but remembered I hadn't renewed my contract with OAKS, my helicopter service provider. As we moved on, I was extremely sure that missing my flight was certain so I called my partners to call off my scheduled appointment. Can we just relax somewhere around I asked, at least all work and no play they say makes jack a dull boy. "There is a restaurant with a perfect Chinese delicacy just down the corner" my P.A responded with excitement, straight to the place I ordered the driver whom I also invited to join in the unplanned fun time. You guys should enjoy yourselves I compelled my staff with full confidence as the waiter beckoned to take our orders. It was indeed a sweet experience after an hour of a fun filled company with my staffs whose complete different character to what I see daily at official period kept wild laughs on my mouth. “What a way to end a delicious meal” I said to the guys, you are one hell of good persons every boss should have I reiterated with complete satisfaction. I think we should do this more often I said like a child would demand for lovely treats as we stepped out of the restaurant.


“The hotel of course” I replied the driver when he asked for the next point of call. I remember vividly the sweet ambience of the five star hotel, the captivating reception of the well trained staff, the charm of the lighting that surrounds the magnificent edifice and the innocence and beauty of the water falls situated in the heart of the hotel. Definitely the hotel is the right place to end such a wonderful day I concluded. Success achieved in the day strolled carelessly on my mind as I lay down on my bed in the hotel room. I stared at the art work on the wall continuously in appreciation of a well done job by the sculptor. I stood up, moved to take a glance from my skyscraper hotel window at the beauty of the wonderful structures that littered the street. Life is beautiful I reminded myself. Of course nothing is as sweet as being on the bright side of life. And as I was still romancing the moment, my eyes popped open and I discovered it was all but wishes. All this while I was lost in deep thought; a daylight fantasized fallacy.


Why should I smile I said to myself remembering I had just had an endurance trek home a few minutes before fantasizing, an exercise that wouldn’t have materialized if I hadn’t found myself in a tight corner where I wouldn’t be doing so much calculation and strategizing to be able to retain some cash in my purse. What’s there to be happy about as occurrences began to unfold like a slide show on a projected screen, I had scrolled my phone contact earlier in the day only God knows how many times trying to get who I could call to send me some cash. Still in my clueless state, I remember the debts that hanged on my neck and of course fresh in my memories is the pain acquired as a result of the lady I loved leaving me for her ex. I recalled numerous numbers of my friends living large, many of whose Camry had facilitate an unusual passion in me to own one as my first car plus the unending wait of four months’ salary being owed me at work; one I wished could drop straightaway into my account. To add insult to injury, my favorite football team whom I support to the bones had just lost a match to a minnow team. What more could bring a man such depression other than having no reason to smile?


This wasn’t the dream I had when I was a kid, while growing I had seen a picture of a nice job, a magnificent house, an adorable partner and wonderful children playing in the garden. I saw myself traveling abroad for meetings, visits and picnics in company of associates, families and friends. Where are these things I ask in anger as the still non living things in the house refused to answer my painful fabricated questions? I looked around and a silent thought of suicide flicked through my mind, what a calm way to just end things and have a lasting rest. The stillness of the mood without any form of available distractions helped by the absence of power (electricity) made it a perfect time to digest such a thought. What has life really got to offer as I allowed my distressed mind to dictate the mood tune? And just like the occurrence of an action part in a home video, reasons to hold on suddenly appeared on my heart’s template.


I remembered the lofty dreams I had written down some of which had begin to materialize; I remembered the event management outfit plus the magazine firm I intend to run. I recalled how many of my articles have inspired people; a confession many couldn’t hide but had to share. I remembered that I hadn’t even explored the photography world one which I had just entered. What of my graphics skills which hasn’t been exploited? What would happen to my talent on drums God forbid if something negative happens? Where would the faces that look up to the start of the day’s brightness via my smiles turn to? After all I still posses some essential non compulsory luxuries; isn’t a BB on my palm one which many hands are dying to touch. Of a truth my case isn’t the worst in the world and the temporal slimming of my purse and inflow doesn’t necessarily spell doom. Even if I had a lean account at present, my plans for getting future comfort are on the touchline getting set to be substituted like it happens in a match.


How did I forget that I had God with me the one who makes crooked ways straight? Who bewitched me into forgetting that He actually makes all things beautiful in his own time? What happened to my confidence which has great reward? Why has it bent in a short fraction of exposure to temporal lack? Am I not a light; one that darkness cannot comprehend? Am I not like the ungrateful prodigal son for not appreciating the good things I posses at present? I am a sulking giant I said to myself, one that has gotten soaked up in the face of challenges. I faced the wall whispering how sorry I am to God and a reassurance that the “fantadreams” would still find expression one day only if I keep believing and keep striving a glimpse of which I am beginning to see.


Friends & folks, Irrespective of what we face or feel, it’s important not to be weighed down or overwhelmed by the surrounded circumstance or difficulty as we have the efficient elastic limit to hold on to the pressures thrown at us. The vision is yet for an appointed time so whenever sorrow stops by for a night visit, one thing that must be remembered is joy peeps from the morrow to come; waiting to give a royal welcome. Often times the breakthrough moments are close to the greatest stretched point, hence we must never take our gaze off the bright side of life; always remember the more difficult the problem is, the closer the change of story. There is actually more to you than is presently evident to the physical eyes or expressed in the actual sense. So through patience and utmost diligence, we are most certain guaranteed to eat the fruit of the land. In a short while, there is going to be a manifestation of an improved situation.

Written by Olukokun Adedeji

Thursday 12 September 2013

THE BURNING COIL(True life story)



THE BURNING COIL(True life story)
(Events occurred in real Time)


It was just N20, relatively cheap and easily affordable. You wouldn’t have to stroll a long distance before coming across a Mallam who would have a dozen of it in stock. I thought I needed to get one especially considering how I had been a victim of attacks recently by the fearless 2k12 complaint mosquitoes that has fallen in love with my smooth body, taking pride in the constant act of blood sucking and malaria transfer.


Those close to me know I am the biggest fan of quick or junk food as the love for cooking is one that I never had especially at nights where the day had been so hectic and stressful. Just like my usual ever busy routine, I had just returned to Lagos after two days of waka about. Can I get two groundnuts and a sugar I whispered to the Aboki in my area looking at the just freshly bought fried bean cake popularly called akara properly wrapped in a nylon and carefully held by my left hand. Soaking garri with correct chilled water accompanied by the bean cake is just an electrifying way to give oneself a treat after a very busy weekend filled with untold stress and fun. Beckoning to the Aboki, I requested for a mosquito coil in addition to the placed order, afterall it was revenge time. I needed to show the lesser living things called mosquito that I am the boss. Honestly I can’t remember the year I last bought one because I am really not a fan of the smell that emanates from burning mosquito coils but on this night, I was prepared to endure the pain and stick to the plan.


I innocently lit the coil placing it on the rug in my room with the expectation of having a mosquito  bite free sleep, I carefully devoured the carefully assembled mountain of garri and bean cake that stood before the son of man, and of course after such a treat, a sound sleep is what any man could ask for. I lay on my most loyal/favourite couch in the parlour to reply some pings while hoping that PHCN would behave by restoring power so I can wake up in the middle of the night to do some editing on my PC. As I waited in vain, I ruminated on the events of the day especially the text message I got from mum in the day having just returned from UK a day before, the “eku-ile” message which was more like a spanking was one I wasn’t expecting, anyway I was looking forward to seeing her later in the week to collect my share of the goodies as I stared at the heavy loads she sent through the family driver that was offloaded some minutes earlier prior to my dinner. As I lay back thinking of the plans I had for the week; the unexpected or perhaps the expected happened .........I slept off.


Coughing thrice and struggling to breadth well, I woke up some few minutes to 12am swimming in a cloud of flames emanating from the direction of my room, I quickly reached out to a torchlight that usually accompany me to bed. For once I thought it was a stunt from an epic Holywood blockbuster but alas it was very real. Right by my very before (like my friend would jokingly say), I saw the beautifully laid rug, the speaker of my home theatre and the other electronics cables undergo sublimation process although without a gas form end product. I saw the fire gathering momentum and gradually reaching for the walls. Yepa, Ina re! Ka ma ri. With the speed of light and with quick activation of Ben 10 mode I dashed for the nearest available bucket of water and after some few minutes, the fire was put off but of course I couldn’t wipe off the havoc it has caused. Many thought and “what if” scenarios flickered through my mind in a rhythmic sequence. What if I was so engrossed in the sleep and didn’t wake up when I did? What if I was chocked up in the flame? What if there was water scarcity at the period? What if I hadn’t bought the mosquito coil in the first place? What if I didn’t place the lighted coil on the rug?


Hmmmmmnnnn, it was indeed a foolish act to have placed a burning material not on a solid/hard surface but on a combustible material. Be that as it may, it could only have taken God as the master safety officer to intervene by giving me a wake up tap at this ugly hour. Having had to stay outside the house as a result of the dangerous inhalation condition, I couldn’t but thank God for covering my mess once again. Sure it could have been worse but He certainly choose to spare my household from experiencing calamity less than nine hours after celebrating a joyful occasion of my elder sister introduction turned engagement. I couldn’t but just put this experience into writing especially as a means of caution for the many potential Deji’s who might be as silly as I was considering how I embraced the unsafe act that would have pulled the house down. Above all I thank God for sparing my life to see another bright new day hale and hearty. For the burnt rug and home theatre part, I expect the committee of friends and the many humanitarian personalities associated to me to swing into action for a replacement plan (lol).  
It’s by his grace that we are alive and not consumed, please when next you see or hear from God, appreciate and thank Him on my behalf.... TO GOD ALONE BE THE GLORY.  Don’t ask me if I was eventually bitten by mosquitoes but I can rightfully confirm the opening of the doors and windows to allow the smoke escape. If you were me, would you light another coil?

Written by Olukokun Adedeji

MTS702-JACK OF ALL TRADE


MTS702-JACK OF ALL TRADE
Written By Olukokun Adedeji

Equation i-If Jack is an industrious, innovative/energetic man
Equation ii-Trade is a money making idea/business available
Prove- that Jack of all Trade = Master of None
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About 2000 years ago …………….Hypothesis (A)
In the Stone Age when development was lacking, great minds were confined to laboring for sustenance and survival. Ways of life was static; I guess people were tuned most certainly to a line of profession. The farmers trained their offspring in the line of farming, fishermen focused mainly on the task of catching fishes, at least every individual posses a resource gotten from a defined trade/profession which gives a certain returns used for meeting daily needs or as a material for exchange.
Life in the 21st Century …………….Hypothesis (B)
Diversification/improvement is the order of the day in this new age, development and machinery has complimented the labour of man in order to achieve large targets in respective line of business which of course has had a positive effect on the monthly/yearly returns of organizations and individuals.

Equating Hypothesis A & B
Folks of this new age have been brought up or conditioned to believe fallacies often passed down generation line. One good thing the African cultures cherish/respect is the old wise proverbs, ones that compliment statements, giving richer meaning to expressions and words. Folks of this new age have been brought up and conditioned to believe these wise sayings one of which is Jack of all trade; master of none.
Jack in the Stone Age could be a brilliant or dull personality as the case may be who despite having rich/abundant embedded talents refused to multi-task to maximally optimize his potentials. Even the parable of a master who gave out talents to his servants clearly illustrated a sharing formula where each servant got a specific amount depending on the ability of their capacities, everyone had at least one talent while others had as much as five. A jack that made good use of all his given talents for profiting and self reckoning definitely is a man that is envisioned with glaring pictures of fame and success stories. Therefore I bet to agree that such jack is a master of some if not all.

A good example of a brave and talented jack as shown to the Christian folks is David; a man proclaimed to be after God’s heart. He was certainly a genius at many things which gave him a positive edge from his childhood days till his death as a celebrated king. Permit me to perform an analytical breakdown of the heroic icon. David was first a shepherd that tendered flocks, he was also an hunter that killed wild animals in the bush (remember he killed wild animals whose interest was feasting on the sheeps he watched over), he was a messenger that ran errands (he took food to his brothers), he was a counselor (calmed and advised the troops during the difficult time of Goliaths threat), he was a foreign minister (as he boldly negotiated the deal for his brethren’s freedom with the opposing kingdom), he was an army general/soldier as he took the lead on battle days, he was a servant who worked fervently at the kings palace, he was a musician with cunning abilities on the harp, a superb writer and composer, he was a professional dancer, a strategist who knew where to hide during battles, a king whose fame went far and wide, a father and a husband, he was also a role model and public figure. Indeed David was a jack with many good sides. So who fabricated the lie that jack of all trade is a master of none? That’s what is called VERSATILITY as Sola Adesakin (Nee Olukokun) my lovely sister would say and that is the missing link in the bloodstream of we the nowadays youth.

I beg to strongly disagree that every child would be privileged to get a sound education and even if everyone does what’s the percentage of those that would get a good job from it? That’s why many has been condemned to a life of struggle as the word “managing” has been the watchword in the quest to survive. A jack confined to the corners of an office expecting the month to fast forward for the visit of monthly salary manifestation is a jack with one trade, a master of little. What’s happening to the hidden talents and the mind capable of controlling other chains of businesses? Now let’s be realistic, is Dangote Africa’s richest man a master of none? Sure even the dumb can testify to his jack of all trade ability, a potential that has forced his products in virtually every household in Nigeria. Please prove to me that there is a Nigerian who directly or indirectly doesn’t/haven’t made use of Dangote cement, sugar, Flour, spaghetti, Juice, Rice and oil and gas products and other packages produced by this man’s firm. I even heard he has a telecommunication outfit; well the only thing remaining is the start of a Dangote Bank.

Now my eyes popped open to the diverse possibilities entrenched in my system especially the passive ones that lies untapped and I concluded that becoming a jack, the master of some is what would give me an advantage in this tight fisted society where wealth seem to circulate around some microscopic few at the expense of the well read numerous Nigerian youth roaming the streets in partial fulfillment of surviving. Now I am in the learning process trying to get the necessary fire test to my talents and abilities for personal growth and development/economic worthiness, so if you hear of a certain Kreative Koncept in the distant future who are employers of labour and proud owners of Image Makers, Peculiar graphics, Tush events, and official partners of Ileovasion Magazine then just remember that I warned you of my strive to become a Jack of all trade, master of some. Don’t blame me, if Jesus who happen to be a role model to some of us was a carpenter, a physician, a messenger, a commander, a teacher, a public speaker, a writer, a prophet, a judge, a king, a savior and an advocate amongst others so who are we not to photocopy his trait? May I ask if you want to be independent and rich, you really want to be a man of influence, a boss and controller of huge cash; you wanna charter a fight for convenience in not too distant future? Please sign up to the club of the focused Jacks of many trades, master of some………

This article is dedicated to those whose lifestyle &business sense has inspired me, some of which include:
  • Adesola Adesakin (Nee Olukokun) (a writer, singer, chartered accountant and a business lady)
  • Oluseun Onigbinde ( a public speaker, a writer, a trained engineer, an environmentalist and a banker)
  • Peter Positive okolie ( a writer, a graphics/website designer, a computer guru and a public speaker)
  • Tade Ayodele ( A writer, a public speaker, a dedicated business man, an husband and father)
  • Tosin Ijaduola (A compere and a dedicated business man)
  • Segun Ogunyemi ( An environmentalist, a photographer, an husband and father)
  • Seun Popoola ( An Instrumentalist and a computer guru)
  • Sola Adegboye ( A writer, a fashion designer, a singer and a drama artist)
  • Senbanjo Tlulope (An engineer, a Deejay, and event manager)
  • Pastor Sola Osunmakinde (my pastor)

Written by Olukokun Adedeji

THE WEIGHTED HERO



THE WEIGHTED HERO
Overrated, flop, inconsistent, failure, never good enough etc....these were adjectives and nomenclatures best used to describe my personality. Having being so blessed with abundant talent and with constant improvement and continuous strive towards attaining effectual optimum performance skill level; I was still regarded as an underachiever and a celebrated joke by many. In such circumstance two things are involved; either to accept the world’s description of me or to re-define my personality. Who really has got the right to define me? Circumstance, people or perhaps myself?
Can you please tell me what the determining factor to how far one goes in life are? How well does pressures and influence affects performance level in the journey of Life? This and many more were the questions that pop on mind as I watched the final of the 2012 US Open between Andy Murray and Novak Djokovic. Forgive me if I once again use the events happening in the sport world to drive out a powerful point but give me some minutes of your time, let’s together unravel certain life truths.

Remember the story of David and Goliath? The former was like a grasshopper when compared to the intimidating stature of the latter. Who would dare not fear the beast when he roars in boastful anger? As trained and skilled as the Israelite soldiers were, they were all drowned and consumed in great fear of the giant. I can imagine some denying the fact that they were soldiers at that point, some must have packaged white lies of false sick excuse just to be away from the battle field in the light of their cold feet while some would have remembered the demise of their late grandfather uncle brother’s corpse that was their responsibility to bury. No one could challenge the authority of the Hitler until a certain rat as David would have been referred to in this age showed up with a sling. David carried the weight of the people in the face of goliath’s challenge as he was their only deliverance hope. Of course the story of how the mighty Goliath fell to the stone from the sling isn’t strange to many. Andy Murray was a David in such circumstance faced with a seemingly difficult challenge of confronting the mighty former world number one. He is a young brilliant athlete however unlucky and long tagged with the underachiever status having had many opportunities to enjoy top class glory but would always collapse in the face of the final test.  Four times he has played in a grand slam final and four times he had lost. He became a source of mockery, an element of pity, a joy to a microscopic few and a pain to the entire British Empire. The last time an English man won a grand slam was 1936 hence it was imperative that this dude was looked upon to bring the English folks out of their tennis misery.

Do you know we sometimes find ourselves in such situations? Facing challenges that looks too overwhelming; the pressure of being the first born; the demand of being the first or only son, the weight of being the only graduate in the family; perhaps you are the bread winner everyone looked up to. Sometimes it feels so bad that we just wished there was an alternative route of escape to these unwarranted/undesired pressures of life. As much as we strive to do our best, it’s sometimes fall short to meet the many desires and expectations of our folks, in many cases our best is regarded as not good enough. These times are difficult moments that make us think we are not but just another useless unproductive being; it’s a period when we think a twenty naira note has more value than us. It becomes a mindset issue. So who wins this mindset fight?.......selah

Murray kept pushing, always bouncing up from the failed state that has become a permanent theme. He didn’t care about how many times he failed but how many times he would still succeed. He believed he has the X-factor to make a superstar even though everyone doubted his quality and talents. He was deaf to negative criticism but must have embraced the constructive ones. He changed coach and paid Ivan Lendi to help him reach his target. Truly he must have felt bad after those dark periods of defeat and once wept profusely when he lost in the Wimbledon finals in the presence of the queen and his people but he never gave in to envy, hatred or backbiting as he would celebrate Roger and others every time he lost and they won a final. Shouldn’t we mirror our attitude with that of Murray’s? What do we say when we experience some life blows? Do we have that extraordinary strength to keep on carrying on or do we just resign to accepting the failing fate? How do we react to criticisms be it constructive or destructive; do we see them as a platform to bounce or an opportunity to cave in? Have we ever analyzed the relationships we keep to understand their level of influence? Would we take the bull by the horn to fire some folks in our lives for unproductive returns like Murray did to his ex-coach or do we rob in sentiments of not wanting to lose long existing unfruitful non developing relationships? Do we allow the success of others to affect us so well that we begin to hate and complain at their every action? E.g In the temporal state of bareness, do we pray and rejoice with the couple that just delivered a child? Do we congratulate the friend that just got promoted or do we murmur that it should have been us to have been promoted? Are we truly happy with the neighbor that got a visa or we wished he was denied so as to remain on the same level with us? Do we rejoice with the one that just bought a car or we sell the story that he got the money for purchasing through unworthy means? Do we hate the fact that our colleague met her monthly target at work or we are the ones that silently slander her as a slut who went on sleeping around to get the job done? Do we celebrate and rejoice with our friends that are getting married or we choose to stay away from sharing their joy because we do not enjoy a wonderful relationship such as theirs? Do we assume the friend that passed that exams in flying colours must have cheated just because he/she did better than us? Hmmmmm, of a truth there’s something about humans that trigger unhappiness when people do better than us but have we been able to develop a suppressant to swallow such negative feelings and thoughts? Does life still makes any sense to us when our friends and folks attain successful and enviable heights and we aren’t? .....selah

On September 10th, 2012, Andy Murray finally defied the odds after many trials as he stepped into the hall of fame of the grand slam holders after triumphing over the ferocious Novak Djokovic . Can I ask once again if we are consistent and continually hardworking doing that which is necessary to herald success? Glory is never far away with patience and consistence being the key. Therefore in the face many life pressures, the power of believing in one’s ability and clinching to God’s unfailing source of strength would always create a change of story as only a man with a tough mentality would definitely be victorious at the end of a tough 5set tennis match. If the angel could remind Gideon how powerful he was being a man of valour before he could rise to be the defender of his clan then we must always protect our confidence which has a great reward hence we must always remember that we are much more valuable than the world thinks we are. Dear friend, look inwards, discover strength, believe in your abilities, improve your skills and disappoint the world who has tagged you a failure. Always have in mind that a champion isn’t made in the ring but outside it via prior consistent self belief and hard practice. No one can sentence you to condemnation without your consent, it doesn’t matter how long you have being a faltering never good enough Murray, just keep the right mental picture of that glorious day of breaking forth into a victorious realm and always remember to celebrate those who have gone ahead of you just as Murray would do via his speech after every final he lost. In just a matter of time, it would be your turn to be praised and celebrated, a time to join the league of the successful grand slam holders.

In conclusion friends, it doesn’t matter the names we are initially called during the low moments of struggling and crawling, we aren’t a failure until we see ourselves as such. Even if all we could boast of with our hard work is a small return, we must be patient, we must continually walk in love, never complain, be consistently consistent and sooner or later, the appreciable breakthrough would come and we would get the honour that has long hibernated. A positive attitude gives you power over your circumstances instead of your circumstance having power over you. Are you a Murray in your field? Worry not for a tournament called US open is around the corner, get ready to kiss the long awaited trophy.

Be not afraid of growing slowly; be afraid only of standing still....Chinese proverb.
More (people) fail through lack of purpose than lack of talent......Billy Sunday


Written by Olukokun Adedeji

A COMPETITION WITH MANY LESSONS



A COMPETITION WITH MANY LESSONS
Sluggish, woeful, not good enough, lazy, poor, uncoordinated etc were a few of the adjectives used to describe the supposedly nature of play of the super chickens as they were nationally branded. Their frustrating style of play and the fragility of the defence whose best quality is conceding goals at the dying minutes of matches as witnessed in the first two matches won the Nigerian team to the 2013 CAF nations cup more enemies than friends. For an average analyst, it was glaring the team lacked character, sharpness and right mental attitude. The team struggled through the group stage and it was not surprising that two penalties were needed to overcome the doggedness of the Ethiopians who stood between the super eagles and qualification to the next round. A team that was forged in the fire of criticism some five weeks before the competition weren’t given much of a chance to succeed, the coach tactics was queried at some point and the overall performance of the team questioned. The team was an object of ridicule even by colleagues as it was well documented how the mighty Ivorians taunted the eagles prior to the quarterfinal clash. Three weeks on, the once relegated super chickens as fondly called by critics is now the daring team compared to the great 94 squad referred to as the best generation witnessed in the history of Nigeria football.

After careful observation and deep thought, I looked beyond the thrills of the just concluded tournament to highlight important nugget needed for a successful living. Aside from the realisation that success has many friends as clearly exhibited by the wild embrace of the super eagles as a dear team by many many who initially crucified it, some of the truths embedded in the lessons below transcends beyond the borders of the host nation, it sail beyond the many dramas experienced at the tournament and surpass the brilliance exhibited on the field of play. Let’s evaluate these pointers together.

A)     PRIDE COMES BEFORE DESTRUCTION
When a man has a ray of enviable talent, skill or results, the world is bound to exalt such individual, however when such person develop a haughty attitude birthed unjustifiable on the platform of I am better than others, then pride has set in. Humility is an attractant of grace; it draws to itself beauty, elegance, decency, love, favour and goodwill. (Dan 4: 28-33) Nebuchadnezzar was a king that gloried much in his wealth and royalty; he eventually paid for it ending up living in the bush like an animal. What a humbling scenario.

The applause, accolade and encomium showered on tournament favourite Ivory Coast brought complacency, self satisfaction and a superiority complex. It was rudely exhibited when some of the players boasted in the media of their preparedness to roast their Nigerian counterpart. Of course they left the competition disappointed as they were rudely eliminated by the people they castigated/relegated.

Pride is a killer. That you have an advantage over someone/people doesn’t make you superior to them, that you just got promoted and others did not doesn’t make you a star, that you are the best in class isn’t a proof of mastery, it’s just time and chance.

I returned and saw under the sun that the race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, neither bread to the wise, not yet riches to men of understanding, nor yet favour to men of skill…but time and chances happeneth to them all……ECC 9:11.
I carefully listened to the speech of the super eagles coach and some players during the press conferences, it was glaring the current crop of players and the technical crew were a set of humble folks (at least they managed to show that). They had respect for other teams and treaded with caution. That’s a sign of strength and not weakness. It’s not surprising the best Nigerian player; Osaze wasn’t selected as a member of the squad for the reason of being arrogant and proud, he was constantly in the habit of querying the last three technical adviser directives and approach hence was dropped so as not be a negative influence to the young lads. I therefore stand to be corrected; no proud man can ever be a good role model.
Prov 27:1, Prov 9:12, 1 Sam 16:7, Prov 16:18, Phillipians 2:3, James 4:6, Psalm 101:5

B)      DISCIPLINE IS AN IMPORTANT KEY FOR SUCESS
Discipline is described as a training given to ensure proper behaviour; it’s the practise or method of teaching and enforcing acceptable pattern of behaviour. It is a “punishment” designed to teach someone obedience. When a family, establishment or organisation doesn’t embrace discipline, things goes bad for both the one that needs the correction and the person meant to give it. I wonder if Osaze would truly have been a good addition to the squad peradventure his flaws were tolerated and the right disciplinary measure wasn’t used by the coach. To drop not just one of your best players but several of them isn’t an easy decision to make, they might not have played to instructions, might have fuelled quarrels and fights in camp which certainly result in division and in turn affected the team spirit. They certainly might have done lot harm than good. Almost everyone(myself inclusive) crucified Keshi for dropping particularly Osaze but the coach knew what was best for his team, he wanted a no-ego situation in camp and he got it, the result is evident as he succeeded in becoming a champion with his team. When a child’s fault is tolerated and improperly managed in the face of pampering under the umbrella of love, such child always end up being a disaster and a headache for the family (this applies to other facet of life). Have you ever imagined why there are so many unimaginable atrocities in the developed countries? It’s because the training pattern of kids brought up in such environment is faulty to an extent. Those brought up under godly atmosphere and supervision is usually morally and socially upright
Pro 29:17-Where there is discipline there is delight, happiness, satisfaction, joy and pleasure. It literarily means where there isn’t discipline, unhappiness, dissatisfaction, grief, sorrow, regrettable/pitiable situations is to be experienced.
Prov 22:6, Prov 13:24

C)      SELF CONFIDENCE, COURAGE, FOCUS AND DETERMINATION ARE SUCCESS INGREDIENT
“It doesn’t really matter what people think about what Stephen Keshi is doing. The most important thing is what I am doing here and passing on to my team. If back home in my country, they don’t appreciate what I am doing with the team, so be it. You can’t force somebody to love you; you can’t force somebody to accept you. It has to come from within”.......Keshi’s quote after the game against Ethopia

Most folks accept the names the world call them, some easily crumble in the face of challenges and adversity. When insurmountable task befalls you, your attitude and reactions determines if you are going to overcome such situations. That the whole world doubted the ability of the super eagles didn’t make the technical crew or the players doubt themselves. The coach was always reiterating his belief and confidence in the team composition. He emphasised times without number on the need of people to believe in his boys. He certainly saw something we all couldn’t see at the beginning. Do you have a goal, vision, task or role to play, once doubt and fear sets in, you are as good as a loser. Even when the odd is against you, you need to embrace courage (Deut 31:6).
Confidence is self assurance and belief in one’s ability, it’s the faith put in oneself as no one would believe you if you don’t believe yourself. When confidence is lacking, trust disappears. Its confidence that keeps you encouraged in the face of troubles, unbelief and doubts. Confidence not thrown away has great gain, it is richly rewarded (Heb10:35). Heb 4:16- So when a man doesn’t approach with confidence, he receives neither mercy nor grace in time of need.

When a man isn’t focused and standing for something, he would fall for anything. Stephen Keshi is a man that exhibited high level of confidence and it counted for him in the day of judgment and celebration. Even when he was being criticised for dropping players, even when he was been labeled inferior to his foreign counterparts, even when his decision making was questioned by many including his employers, even when his squad was termed not good enough, he showed character, composure and calmness. Today he is not just appreciated but he is also celebrated. Doggedness and high level of confidence is a must acquire asset.
Philip 4:13, Psalm 27:1,13-14, 2Tim1:7, 1Sam17:34-37

D)     THERE IS NO EXCUSE FOR FAILURE
The man at the pool of Bethesda for years didn’t get a miracle because of continuous unacceptable/unnecessary excuses (John 5: 1-7). Was he the only deformed person at the pool? Did others not get healed via rightful positioning/adequate strategy? An excuse is a means to justify; it is an overlooking bait, a reason to be absolved from blame, criticism or wrong doing. An excuse is a false reason that enables someone to do/avoid something he or she does/doesn’t want to do. It is a reason or explanation (not necessarily true) given in order to make a case appear acceptable. Whatever has been committed to our hands or whatever responsibility we have been given, there is no excuse acceptable to back any inadequacies or faltering steps.

The super eagles were widely condemned and were never given a chance by majority but they still didn’t make that situation the foundation for failure instead it was the driving force for collective achievement. It would have been accepted by the bookmakers if they had lost the match to the tournament favorite but that still wasn’t the basics for non performance and hence produced a superlative performance. The human nature is structured to embrace sympathy, we want people to see things the way we see it but it won’t get a man to his promise land. What distinguished Joshua and Caleb from the other spices was their non tolerance for negativity. There is no excuse tenable for unfruitfulness, non productivity, immaturity and failure. Many folks have succeeded in the same conditions that seem to be overwhelming to you. Imagine a long-term businessman that has no evidence of growth, a leader that cant motivate his/her followers for effective performance, a graduate who fails to tap into the great wealth of personal resource for efficient skill/talent optimisation necessary for self profiting, an orphan that blames his underachievement, illiteracy and life predicament on the demise of his/her parent etc... it shows characters who has molded a bedrock for lack of success. Common on, rise up from that comfort zone and shake off all the weight of sympathy seeking excuses. Everyman is an architect of his own success or failure hence there is no reason justifiable and of course no one deserving more of the blame of your incapacitation. (Luke 19: 11-26) The servant that never traded with his master’s coin only has himself to blame for the loss of it. No matter how little your resource is, it can still be worked on; it is viable and good enough to multiply.

E)      NEVER LOOK DOWN ON ANY MAN
Show me a man that looks down on others as a result of his position, fame, possessions, accomplishment or success and I would show you a man whose downward journey from the top of the ladder is inevitable. The Ivorian most especially a certain Eboue prided in the arrays of stars that make up his team and fail to recognise the strength of the opposition. I took time to read all his tweets prior to the Nigeria-Ivory Coast match and it portrayed a man immersed in coated arrogance. That a team is above another on the ranking doesn’t make it superior over others. The super eagles coach would always reaffirm his respect for other team even if they look inferior on paper. Whenever you look down on people, you don’t see, recognise or enjoy the good they offer. It is important to learn how to bridle the tongue when life appears rosy so as not to relegate those whose condition looked unpleasant (Prov 12:18). Like a popular lyrics of a songwriter, “No one know tomorrow”, the man you looked down on today might be the harbinger for tomorrow’s success or failure hence whatever position we find ourselves, we must channel our achievements towards others improvement. Who knows if the Nigerian team would have been knocked out in the quarter finals had it been some of the Ivorians never underrated them?  The rejected became the chief cornerstone; the underrated became the African champion. Never underestimate that new employee, never look down on that poor looking colleague, never take for granted that challenged friend, never categorise yourself as the high-class and some low-class. Remember Goliath looked down on the tiny looking David and he paid dearly for it with his life (1Sam17:41-51).

F)      NEVER ALLOW SENTIMENTS TO CLOUD YOUR DECISION MAKING
Sentiment is a mental feeling, a thought or idea based on emotion. I can bet the super eagle coach choose his squad based on deserving qualification devoid of emotion or feelings. Someone sold a tribal sentiment of having more of the south eastern folks in the super eagle’s squad, and just like Adam fell to the deceit to eating the forbidden fruit, many people also bought it (myself inclusive). My premise is no one would have been dropped if he was considered better than any of those picked. I see tribal/ethnic sentiment dominate employment process; I see emotional attachment influence decisions at offices, worship centres and homes. When we push aside the qualified for the self loved, attaining results would be difficult. Christ eternal influence wasn’t borne out of sentiment; it was born out of purposeful hard work and sacrifice (Philip 2:5-11).
G)     UNITY IS A BINDING FORCE
Joseph Yobo when he granted an interview prior to the finals of the Nations cup made mention of unity amongst the squad as a reason for going far in the competition. Where there is harmony, there is certainly love. United they say we stand and divided we fall. The power of unity in a family, group or team cannot be overemphasized. It is a condition of being one, a whole/complete state arising from the fusion of ideologies and differences. It is the singleness or constancy among individuals or groups, a situation when interest, feelings and opinions is in perfect accord. When there is unity, there is a sense of belonging, coordination, understanding, readiness to sacrifice and most importantly growth. Goals and targets are achieved easily in a team with one voice. (Psalm 133:1-3, Col 3:14, Eph 4:1-6) Where there is unity there is love, humility, gentleness and patience. It took God himself to disrupt the plans of a people so fiercely knitted in vision and act as their planned tower building to the heavens would have been achievable if there wasn’t any divine interruption (Gen115-7). Hence anywhere there is no common language, there would be confusion, strife and can never be progress.

Written By Olukokun Adedeji Oladipo

EXPENSIVE SACRIFICE



EXPENSIVE SACRIFICE
Kikelomo olowo ori mi, talo fe fi jo? Omo tekun ba bi ekun lo ma jo (kikelomo my beloved, who would your trace the steps to? The offspring of a Lion would always look like a Lion); you must please listen to your father Kike’s mum said in a persuasive tone trying to calm her daughter from who charm was on the verge of eclipsing into a tearful rage as the tears which  was as thick as a drop of condensed milk laced around her eyelid. Professor Adeniyi Craig furious tone continued to filter from his room streaming unhindered to the parlour where Kike and her mother was. She must be joking he kept ranting; if she doesn’t desist from such saddonic plan then she ceases to be my daughter. I wouldn’t allow you to drag the esteem name of this family down the mud. That’s my decision and it’s final. Tensed atmosphere it was on this fateful day; no one had predicted or expected things to turn out this bad. Hold your breath; let me fill you in on the details of event that brought the amazing gorgeous Kike the wrath of her parents.
Kike is the only daughter of the Craig’s family, mother luck gave her an added advantage as she was the last child of the family hence assured of unhindered pampering and love. She is a description of the term genius and she possessed from childhood the aura and attitude that naturally warms her into the heart of many. She is an epitome of beauty, a feat she has sustained for years. Despite the fact she was born with a silver spoon, kike is very hardworking, illustrious and extremely brilliant. She was a pride to her parent always constantly getting a thumbs up accompanied with a boastful praise from her father like the dude that just got the latest brand of Honda product, that’s my girl is a popular chorus on professor’s lip. Kike cemented her brilliance with being the best student almost through her primary and secondary school days smashing the long record of the highest number of A’s in her senior secondary school certificate examination. Just five persons have managed to near her high score in the dreaded JAMB examinations till date. Her many trophies won at different quiz and prize giving days from her childhood days littered every corner of her room. Amazingly she isn’t one of those bookworm looking type as she was always found participating actively in other extracurricular activities. How she managed to stay top in all she was involved in is certainly a mystery to her friends. Well it won’t be a misguided fact to say she inherited such brilliant and charm from her parent.
Born into a very popular wealthy family; kike’s father a professor of medicine is a strict but loving person, a well famous respected doctor with international recognition. He was one of those that brought a breakthrough the discovery of Lactose intolerance, a knowledge that explains why milk is well digested in children and not in adult especially those that aren’t use to persistent intake. Who doesn’t know Kike’s mother? Except you don’t read the dailies and you aren’t conversant with happenings in the law world. Even if you don’t know much, the mention of the fact that she is the chief judge of a state should suggest how influential and highly place she is. Kike’s two brothers are also very comfortable; one is a pilot and the other an engineer hence the Craig family falls into the description of the high-class. Kike has always being an obedient good girl, always adhering to the rules and regulations of the house, a daddy’s girl to the core always wanting to please him any day anytime. At her secondary school days, she sacrificed her desire to study environmental management for accounting by joining the commercial student instead of the science folks just to satisfy the family fantasy of having a representative in the entire top popular field. Everything went according to plans, she gained admission into one of the top private university, cleared ICAN and ACCA in one sitting before jetting out of the country for her masters programme. Securing a lucrative job isn’t at the finger tip of the highly connected family as the only daughter got set to unleash her skills in the labour market.
Trouble started when Kike threw a bomb at the family upon her return from the UK, all hell broke loose when she informed of her intention to pursue a long time dream of becoming a professional dancer instead of practising as an accountant. Kike who happens to be a great dancer from her childhood days has silently nursed a career in the entertainment world. She wants to be a top act in the business, wants to own a modern dance school and becomes a dance facilitator. What madness screamed her father upon the confession, who placed you on a spell to have thought of such plans? Of what good is a dancer to the society the professor yelled. Kike however drew inspiration to follow her dreams from her friend in the university days; Hilary who despite being an extremely brilliant chap as well had a fling for nutrition. His dream is to own the best eatery in the country especially since the established ones are beginning to lose the feel that made them the people’s favourite. Hillary who graduated a year before kike hit the ground running focused on achieving his set plans. It wasn’t long that he met a senator who incidentally fell in love with the recipe offered by “chop up” the firm Hillary has strived to open. He was so impressed that he helped Hillary secure his biggest/breakthrough job which was handling the catering service for a summit which was under the senator’s jurisdiction. Kike and Hillary had kept in touch hence was aware of the progress her friend gradually made. His success story was what kike needed to confront the fears of selling her idea to her well learned parent.  Of course the idea sounded absurd especially considering the amount invested in her expensive educational sojourn and it’s also a total digression from the family huge top shot job standard. She is however faced with the dilemma of either satisfying her parent polished wish or her unapproved personal desires.
Life! Life!! Life!!! Filled with many proposal and option for every individual, fortunately many tows the line of the blueprint men has designed for them while few look within to follow the cry of their heart. Who is Kike Craig? Unfortunately it’s many of us. We are surrounded with life expectation for us and often times neglect the earnest cravings of our heart. Many of us has embedded dreams but has found them buried for different reasons which includes alternative suggestions and pressures emanating from public evaluation of it, the fear of taking a risk of venturing into that line or business especially if a little stream of income is flowing from a job that ties us to the four corners of a room. Some of us even take up the second option jobs because of previous failures of past endeavours or perhaps life perceived frustrations in general. Peter the rock who was one of the closest disciples to Christ also at a point left the commitment of soul winning for the fishing line because of some temporal setbacks that followed the physical separation of Jesus and his disciples. It took a re-appearance before he was encouraged to return to his God-given pool of functioning.
What’s the definition of a success? Is it everyone that has a fat account that is considered prosperous? Trust me, it’s a big NO. Don’t get me wrong, it’s definitely not a crime working for a multinational or highly placed establishment but it becomes a plus if that’s where your passion lies, if that’s who you want to be. However it becomes a minus if you got stuck for the cash. I have discovered overtime that it’s not money that brings good fortune or a promising future. It’s just a means of exchange, an accepted trading material hence when you effectively trade your ideas, you are guaranteed of a cash pay back. The successful is one who has the ability and charisma to attract wealth and not the one that spends all his time chasing it. Haven’t you heard of the many individuals that ended up on hospital beds after been sacked as experienced in the banking sector sometimes ago. The source of wealth suddenly froze and they ended in the middle of nothing. Money is just a paper; it’s what you carry within that is the real wealth. It is painful when people have great visions, abilities and dreams but suppress them because of some unimaginable reasons especially if it’s the lure of quick cash as it is in most cases or perhaps the fear associated with trying out such new things. I wondered if people like Kafi, Kelechi Amadi Obi, Tara, Otunba Gaddaffi, Ali baba etc would have commanded the strong influence they posses right now if they had suppressed their goals and passion that often seem foolish to people when its first shared. I know of guys that live large on music, entertainment, fashion, photography etc as a means of livelihood than many bankers and other graduates so it’s sometimes not about what you do but your perception of what you do. The most annoying part is seeing frustrated jobless graduates or those struggling earning peanuts when they have great resources locked up in them that are capable of amassing great wealth and heralding a strong influence only if they tap into it. If one is involved in an activity and deep down there is no form of fulfilment and satisfaction then that’s a good pointer to the fact that you are on a wrong path. Sometimes our greatest undoing is the fact that we are educated because it often cage us to believing your certificate is ultimate means for securing the dream job, little wonder a person like Bill gates turned out to be economic rulers, they activated the thinking abilities in maximising available opportunities.
Must we make money? Absolutely YES, Should we sacrifice our dreams to make it? NO. There is a wealth creating power in every idea once there enough faith to jealously guard it and the required strength sufficient for the risk.  Even if it looks rough at the starting point, just trust in yourselves because such state doesn’t last forever.
Would Kike Craig be successful in the accounting world? Most likely, would she be fulfilled and find life satisfaction? I seriously doubt. I have come to a point where I have pledged to support my children to become whatever/whoever they want to be than suggest or impose a will on them, I presume some folks would have ended up in a different field if they got the adequate support. A man can never be a genius or a celebrity in another man’s field, you can only make history when you function at utmost efficiency in your field of calling so I advise you look for it and keep working towards it. I really don’t know why i wrote this piece but I believe someone is about to or has drowned his/her dream in the pool of the world’s expectation. “... And be not conformed to the standard of the world but be ye transformed by the renewal of your mindset”. Never satisfy your visions for the fulfilment of the wishes/pleasures of others; it could not only be dangerous but also suicidal.