Journey with me through the molding process

  Who is the class captain? I am Sir. Come out here, the teacher shouted. I slowly stood up from my desk and walked towards the front of the classroom. At this point, I knew I would receive some beating from the cane this teacher held in his hand. Why is the classroom so dirty? He asked. Sir, I said in a fearful voice, the people responsible for cleaning the classroom failed to fulfill their task. And what did you do about it? Sir,  I... You what? He cut me short. Did you report them to your class teacher? Did you get it cleaned yourself? No. You did nothing. As a leader, you cannot afford to do nothing. Now, marry the wall. I will give you five lashes of this cane with the hope that you will learn to always take responsibility as a leader.  Just a day earlier, I had reminded a few students to ensure they swept the classroom. The next day was assigned to them, and being seniors, they had the choice to either sweep the room themselves or assign it to the junior students. Y...

The headline on Fox News reads: “Nigeria's election death toll rises to 53.” At least 53 people died because some people contested for political office. I think about what the future of these people would have been. I think about the pain their death caused their family, friends, and associates. All these pains suffered just for the sake of acquiring titles. Titles they say brings you power and this power enables you to make the change you desire – be it good or bad. I have read about people whose search for positions led them to commit acts of evil. The struggle for titles didn't just start today or a decade ago. In fact, it can be traced far back to the days of Cain and Abel to the days of Jacob and Esau. The atrocities caused while seeking these titles have been at the forefront since then. This also reminds me of a family friend who was killed by coworkers because they thought he was a threat to the position they wanted for a member of their inner circle. They killed ...

Gabriel walked to and fro his little room troubled. He had just received a call from his school’s administrator who informed him of being dropped out of the only course he had left to graduate from his Engineering program. Unsure of what to do next and surrounded by impossibilities, Gabriel found himself in a wilderness. Oftentimes the wilderness is translated to mean a place no good comes out of, an evil dwelling or place. This is rightly so. According to the dictionary, the wilderness is “a position of disfavor.” As we live daily, there's a very high (possibly 100%) chance, we would face our own wilderness. It could be a financial wilderness (as in the case of Gabriel), a relationship wilderness, career wilderness, or any other form of wilderness. Isn’t it awe-inspiring that Jesus also found himself in a wilderness? What we do in our wilderness state is what matters the most and this I believe determines what the future holds. Personally, I have come to a conclusion ...

A few months ago I found myself in a situation common to most young adults. Some find themselves in this situation earlier than I did while others go through it at a later stage in their life. As a young adult (maybe an eligible young adult), I set out on the quest for love. No, not philia love (a type of love that is felt among friends who’ve endured hard times together) but one which surpassed that. I in all honesty believed I could get whoever I wanted. Not only did I believe this, I had good (or so I thought) justification to back up my belief. One, I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me (Phil 4:13). What a way to coin the word of God to justify my desires. Two, I believed all I needed to do was say the right words, knowing fully well that ladies are moved by what they hear. In addition to those two, I had read about the five love languages by Gary Chapman (I strongly advise you to read this book) and the importance of speakings other people's love language to th...

My strive for excellence cannot be discouraged. Neither can words, actions, challenges, nor failures halt me from achieving my goals. I am unwavering once I set out to achieve any goal. I am crazy. So crazy I am, I pride myself in my failures. I stay hidden and unknown to many as a result of my misfortunes. Yet I give up not. To some I am an epitome of the words "failure personified" In me you see she who fails seven times but rises up eight times. I possess the GOAT-LIKE attitude - always coming back until I get what I desire so strongly. I am addicted to my ideas and visions. I am called Passion . No, you dare not call me Passion. I am the complete opposite of her. I am called Profit. I am fueled by the positive and therein I am energized. Keep this source of energy ever present and you can be rest assured I will never retard. I take pride in my many successes which in turn yields much asset. For everything I do is to achieve one outcome - Profit. Yes, Prof...

Being mean is relative you utter out. No!!! Your opinion doesn't count.  This you yelled at the uttermost pitch of your voice.  Well, if you are not patient enough you might as well take your leave.  This you say with an angry tone of voice.  I am too busy with life so I cannot give you the attention and love you long for. This you proclaim in a cold manner.  You see me hurt through your numerous knife-stabbing words. You see my heart bleed. You see heavy tears of grief roll down my eyes. You feel the agony and distress your harmful words cause me. Yet you question if you are mean? You see yourself to be too perfect. Perfect with no iota of imperfection. Too perfect to be embedded with any atom of fault.  Spotless and without blemish you like to call yourself. You say "This is who I am and I can do nothing to change it." You dump the blame on your temperament. You hold steadfast to the claim that you are not mean. What ...