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Monday, October 13, 2014

THE STORY OF A TRAMP

Inspirational story of a tramp
A tramp: Photocourtesy of The Workhouse
I once read a story of a tramp in a certain city, who went from one place to another begging for alms. He lived all his life a beggar without realizing that the cloak he usually wore had in it a good amount of money that could have terminated the plague of poverty in his life. And quite unfortunately this treasure, sewn in the inner pocket of his cloak by the original owner,went undiscovered until his death...


The grave, a sage said, is the world’s largest reservoir of wealth. Uncountable talents and abilities have gone down 6ft below undiscovered and undeveloped; thus leaving in their trail unfulfilled potentials. We have allowed societal fads to make us want to be like others instead of making a discovery of who we really are and things we are capable of.

A lot of people have rushed into music who have no business being there just because they’ve seen their contemporaries exhibiting flashy cars and jewelries. There is nothing wrong in emulating those who are at the top of the field you desire to feature in, but everything is wrong if that is not your calling. This is the reason for the struggle of many a youth. They want to be like others. You need to discover your calling.

But come to think of it, in a country like ours do we really need to discover the talents God has given us or just think of survival? There was a time in Nigeria ‘Ice water’ was quite popular. People packaged water in nylons and began selling them. The number of people that joined the business then was incredibly much. The business boomed for a while and many made a fortune from it, whereas others dropped along the way. 

At a time, somebody had the ingenuity to improve on the business and in the process ‘discovered’ sachet water, popularly known as 'Pure water'; multitudes also rushed into the pure water business. Just like the case of the ‘Ice water’, many succeeded in it, while others had nothing to show for their efforts. It wasn’t meant for them or they failed to put in the required effort.

Discover what you are good at and stick with it until you start 'mining' the profit. Never rush into a business because your friends there are making so much money from it. Please ask yourself such questions as: “Am I gifted in this line?”, “Am I passionate about it?”, “Can I be patient enough to see my efforts start yielding fruits?”

Let’s not be like Ali Hafed in “Acres of Diamond”, who toured round the world in vain in search of diamond mines not knowing that a marketable quantity of the precious stones was in his house begging for attention.

The first portrait I drew as a portrait artist fetched me only N300 (Three Hundred Naira) less than $2, but I didn’t relent. Having discovered a means of supporting myself at school, even after graduation, I knew it was only a question of time before the big deals would start coming in. Thank God I wasn’t deterred by my little beginning. 

Prior to my discovery, I was calling home almost every time and jumping from one relative to another to assist me with finance to cater for my academic ‘loads’. But realizing the innate ability ‘turned the table’ to my favour. You could be a discovery away from ending that financial mess.

I like what Martin Luther King said, “If a man is called to be a street sweeper, he should sweep streets even as a Michaelangelo painted, or Beethoven composed music or Shakespeare wrote poetry. He should sweep streets so well that all the hosts of heaven and earth will pause to say, 'Here lived a great street sweeper who did his job well.”  
Give your best to your pursuit whether it is fetching you anything or not. Time will always tell.  See you at the top!

NB: Please bear with my infrequent posting. I'm trying to squeeze out enough time from my day job. In the mean time, read, comment and share with friends. Thanks :) 







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