THE COSTLY PRICE OF PRIDE

THE COSTLY PRICE OF PRIDE

THE COSTLY PRICE OF PRIDE

The gentle breeze from the ocean whistled past the shores after the waves pushed ripples of water to hit the bank, the whooshing sound of the waves, the honking of the ships and yelling of the sailors planning for their next trip permeated the atmosphere. The port of Rotterdam is one of the largest ports in the world, always busy with different kinds of activities. Several licensed companies generated income from the port; one of them is Jeffrey’s Marina which provided shelter for tens of thousands of small fishing boats used by the local fishermen and tourists for occasional fishing.

Exhausted from the haste to meet up with the early morning schedule, legs heavy as lead and thighs stiff as a board, Ruth Van Bowen trudged and panted for air as she entered the gates of the Rotterdam Port. She has got 15 minutes more to make it to office as the early morning briefing starts by 8:00am prompt. Ruth, a conscientious twenty-five year old lady was known by her superiors as one of the brilliant heads running Jeffrey’s Marina; outspoken, bold, brainy all masked by a beautiful face. She had little or no respect for her subordinates or anyone considered to be a dullard, only individuals of her caste kept up with her as friends.

At 7:52am, she was just some few metres away from her Marina when she heard screams
“Help!!!!!! ”

She snapped her head back as she turned to look for the person in need. As her deep blue eyes scanned the area, she spotted a tearful bald-headed man trapped in a building gutted by flames. She was shocked and bewildered wondering how a stranger could have the guts to scream to her for help. The man was on the second floor of the three-storey building as he pointed towards the garage door on the ground floor amidst his hysterical screams for help. Dressed in his under wears as he had used his suit and trousers as a coat of protection through the sweltering flames and his fair-complexioned skin was darkened by the black soot from the flames. Ruth dressed impeccably in a white trouser suit, a red Italian hand bag and a pair of red high-heel shoes looked at him without an iota of pity. Pointed at the man with her finger and pointed also at her wrist watch meaning there is no luxury of time for such help. The irritating clicking of the high-heeled shoes as they hit the kerb signalled the majestic catwalk of Ruth as she headed for her office. She is a stickler for ostentatious gestures to display her pride. Barely a month ago, her closest friend, Jane told her about her obvious pride and disregard for the common-looking folks only to answer her in a rude way:
“I know that I am proud, I love it because I do get results and it gives me attention. I love the attention!!! ” she blurted out.
She however made it to the office by 7:58am and the click of her card in the identity recognition panel at the entrance granted her access into the building.

Pride!

Pride!

Two weeks later

The colorful ceremony which rocked Rotterdam hosted people from different walks of life, it was the unveiling of the new board members of Jeffrey’s Marina. A new board after a decade was drenched in wild celebrations. Due to her excellent communication skills,  Ruth was beckoned up by the Planning Committee to anchor the programme alongside one of her admirers, Smith Campbell. As the programme dragged to its beautiful end, it was time for the annual awards.

The New CEO of Jeffrey’s Marina, Dr. Sonck Van Gogh dressed in his cream-colored Tuxedo walked majestically to the podium. This is the first time in the history of the company that the position of the CEO was advertised externally and produced a CEO who is new to the system. The time everyone had being waiting painstakingly for finally came.

“The award of the best staff of the year goes to no other person than an efficient, humble, hardworking and compassionate fellow who had not only discharged his duties properly but also represented this company well to the outside world. Give it up for Mr. Frederick Douglas.” Sonck gladly announced.

With heads swinging and faces lost in awe, Fred, a rookie and one of the most unlikely guys to land an award in his first year marched to meet Van Gogh in the middle of the hall amidst resounding roar of applause. As he made his way back to his seat, Sonck’s voice filled the air:

“The motto of Jeffrey’s Marina is? ” he asked.
“Service and humility” the mammoth crowd responded.

“This young man bagged the award for saving my life and that of my three beautiful daughters two weeks ago from a building lost in a gust of flames. It was a show of love, bravery, humility and service to humanity. The company’s name was mentioned honorably in the media because one of our employees saved a stranger in dire need of help. Funny enough the alien has now found his to the top of the company.”

Obsessed with the dreams of winning the award for the past three weeks, doom finally struck as her shoulders sagged and head plunged down surveying the glistening tiles of the floor. With the award gone and Van Gogh as the new CEO,  this was definitely the end…..

© 2015 by Osho Samuel Adetunji

EVA

EVA

EVA

This day
At this flourishing bay
You remember?
Around that September

This spot
On this soil I sought
You’ve remembered?
Around that September

Ah-ah Eva!
At the bank of this river
Said you loved my cool
Said I loved yours too

Dinner with the King

Dinner with the King

That fetcher boy
Whom you exchanged with, joy
Yes! On this earthen place
Though you later promised the space

Saying to me, “Hail”
The third time would be the scale
One abracadabra was what escaped your mouth
And this is going to be the seventh of my shout

Ha! My dear Eva!
Thou beautiful lady of water
To what shall I likened you
To a bronze or golden pool

Don’t let Mama’s dream comes true
To marry Morountodun, that weary dude
Oops! Adetoun, the princess
Nothing to compare to your wrist self

To what shall I likened you
To a bronze or golden pool

We were together…
You should remember
Around that September

Said you loved my cool
Said I loved yours too….

 

About the Author

I  was born on 19th Feb. 1996. I hail from Ikire the land of Dodo, Osun state. I attended Holy Cross Catholic Primary School, Ikire. Having graduated, I was admitted to  Saint Augustine’s Commercial Grammar School where I was elected as the Social prefect boy of my set. I was then one of the competitors group, a group said to be the community of the intellectuals. Having succeeded in the secondary school, I opted to study Medicine in the great citadel of knowledge; The Lagos State University, Ojo which was successful but to a different course, Physics.

THIS POLL

THIS POLL

This clamour for fame and power,
Firm and strong like a rigid tower,
Dredging higher even lower,
Like the stench of a fury fowler.

Can this be an ambition or slain esteem,
Craving for power and rule to redeem,
Oh! a wretch reaching to cleanse a spleen,
Helpless in his own cause and plea.

Awake oh youth; as this drama unfolds,
Unveiling the mask as you behold,
The masteries of greed it holds,
Representing the truth it can’t uphold.

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Oh that this poll would be free and fair!
The right of freedom and its shares,
Lowly citizens would gladly bear,
The dividends of patriotism made bare.

Watch it! leaders and custodians be aware,
Ride on majestically in greed but beware,
The theft that rip the whole nation naked,
Will leave your own generations half baked.

Let this poll be a hallmark of truth,
Though its past and present seem crooked,
Refined your path amidst its brook,
Till its integrity enrich us all.

About the Author

Adeya Oluwatoyin Pleasant was born to Nigeria parents, Mr. and Mrs Adeya Ambrose, hails from Ondo state, Nigeria. She graduated from the Federal university of Technology Akure where she bagged honours in Crop science. She loves writing, reading and other creative works. Currently, she is in the practice of Crop science and fashion design.

She speaks of hope and dispatch it in the simplest form possible to all who cares to listen; influencing youths positively to step into emerging horizons. She is renowned for honesty and truth and she hates injustice.

PASSION FOR SUCCESS

PASSION FOR SUCCESS

PASSION FOR SUCCESS

Somebody once said that success is not a gift; it is always earned through hard work. Passion is the positive emotional state of mind which drives a willingness to apply necessary effort and satisfaction.  Passion allows you to think, feel, focus, act, attract and create the events conditions and circumstances that you most desire to see manifest in your life.
Looking at this in a personal, or business concept, passion is the fuel to seek out new opportunities and then to enjoy the process of achieving them. Your curiosity and interest in succeeding with the creation of a positive and meaningful reality for yourself is not something that can be taken lightly, but that is no reason to ignore what you do achieve, every day, in everything you do. When you’re living out your passion, you don’t need to wait for retirement to enjoy life. Passion equals happiness.

 

It takes focus!
What’s really interesting is that passion ultimately is necessary for sustained extreme performance improvement. You have to be burning with an idea, or a problem, or a wrong that you want to make right. If you’re not passionate enough from the start, you’ll never stick it out.

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Will it be easy?
The road won’t be bed of roses. There would be situations to keep you away from the track. At such times, a person who is truly passionate about what he is pursuing would refuse to give up. The only thing that keeps you going here is the strong foundation you have laid based on passion. There is never a short cut to a lasting success. Follow a venture because you’re passionate about it.  Success and failure is part of the game, but your passion won’t waver based on the highs and lows. Rather, your passion will keep you looking forward to not only succeed, but to embrace and love every second of it. When you pursue something wholeheartedly the feeling that you’re doing something worthwhile & of impact every single day outweighs the fear of failure. You shouldn’t care too much about failure, but stick to your own path. Passion will move you beyond your failures.

 

Let’s take a look at passion from a monetary viewpoint.
Do it for you, and not for money or to impress someone else. Living a ‘passion’-driven lifestyle does not mean you won’t make money. The ‘passion-pursuers’ who don’t give up ultimately end up making enough to pay the bills. And they’ve learned to define their own meaning of what ‘success’ looks like. It’s not about reaching the money or the end goal, it’s about enjoying the steps that lead you there. Don’t settle for a career that undermines your talents, skills, values and beliefs. A pay check may be a means to an end, but a pay check is not worth losing your core identity over. If you feel a passion for the work, wear it on your sleeve, so everyone can see it. You should not only give it your all, but be sure to follow your heart, and listen closely to those who have walked the path before you, as their knowledge can help guide the way.

 

Stop wishing and just do it!
Success does not come to you, you go for it. It is certainly possible to do that which you have a passion for. It is only a matter of choice. You do have the ability and the potential to begin creating a life of plenty in each and every area that you choose to experience it in. You only have to choose to do so. Believing in one’s self is having the first secret of success. It is your determination that produce the manifestation that people sees. Find something you’re passionate about, give it your all, and the rest will follow.

 

About the Author

Olaitan Taiwo is a graduate of Economics from the University of Ibadan. She is a Make-up Artist who loves  writing and currently an Editor for The Unity Magazine. She is an individual who believes in independence and advocates for girl child education. She is a creative lady who sees possibilities in difficulties. She is a listener focused on sharing her experiences to help young girls who are faced with life challe

LOST GENERATION

LOST GENERATION

Lost Generation

This generation of ours is a generation that has completely lost it’s meaning. It is a generation that is dependent on sex for survival. By sex however, I do not mean the sociological term referring to the state of being either male or female. Not at all! It is rather that other kind of sex we learn in biology meaning the fusion between male and female gametes.

It is not surprising today as we walk in these our streets and eavesdrop into a conversation between two young girls, probably less than sixteen years of age, informing each other that they have had more than three boyfriends and the reason they ended the previous relationship was because the guy was so boring. How boring? He was not even suggesting ‘it’ whenever they mate. And mind you, these are the same young girls flooding our choirs, praise teams or various clubs in academic institutions.

As if that is not enough, one may be coaxed into thinking that boys are an exception. Sadly, the reality on the ground proves that guys are also in the forefront. Imagine! A good friend of mine came to me only to boast of how many a virginity he has broken. And here is a twenty two year old with an innocent face and the most amazing of voices in musical circles. Moreover his singing is adorned in themes portraying the good news today.

Now the challenge is for any peer who upon reading this somewhat long post by the God Centered Poet, nods in agreement that indeed we are losing our generation. The problem is you will be or have been considered outdated, archaic or to put it in a better way, gone with the times. But here is my message to you.

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Should we really equate our lives as sexual objects? Should we really sacrifice our lives merely for the sake of maintaining our relationships with that beautiful girl or that awesome boy? And most importantly, isn’t there more to life than just having sex? Surely God did not create us for these things which always end up destroying us. Our families are suffering because we no longer do household chores for we spend sleepless nights watching porn, talking to loved ones on the phone(the credit which emanates from stealing from our parents, engaging in illegal deals and even misusing the funds meant for buying books, clothes et cetera) and dreaming nasty dreams that suffocate our education.

In the end we follow the bandwagon in blaming the society we live by saying it’s responsible for our irresponsible living. But take this from me, a day is coming when judgement is coming upon each one of us as individuals and not to the spoiled society as a whole, then we will know why it was only you who came out of your mothers womb alone on that birthday and not all of us. Trust me, you will have yourself to blame.

And oh!  don’t wait for the last judgement, it happens everyday…

(From me, Wisdom Henry Magomero Uledi
The Whum Hero and ofcourse
…..The God Centered Poet)

About the Author

Wisdom Henry Magomero Uledi Studied Law at Staff Development Institute in Blantyre, Malawi. He is now The Publicity Secretary For The Church of Central Africa Presbyterian Youth Urban Ministry (CCAPYUM) resident in Malawi’s Capital, Lilongwe. The Spoken Word Poet is sobriqueted as “The God Centered Poet” For His recitals do the linking of souls by bringing them to Christ,in heavens wing..

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