"Go to school and become someone" momma was always quick to say. It's funny how I still don't get that. Wasn't I someone before school started? Ok, so, I have gone to school, I have gained knowledge, I'm a Bachelors degree holder, I know quite a couple of ways to paralyze you, I can blog (eh, one advantage), I met a whole lot of people, I learned a lot of things that I frankly can't remember and don't want to because they really don't come in handy right now and never will. I'll give you an example "if 2x + 7y - z = 0, find the value of x". How the heck does that put food on my table? I know it is applicable in some cases, yes, but it concerns the guys who went on to become "x" finders, I didn't. Now reality dawns on me and I remember the good book tells me "I will bless the WORKS of your hands". I don't see an "x" anywhere there.
I tried to be the guy who played it safe and do things the conventional way like my father before me and his fathers before him and so after school, I went on to serve my beloved country for 12 straight months. So much of my blood, sweat, and tears were shed while at it in that air conditioned office (:D) in the country's biggest Hospital where I was posted to. 12 months straight, it was the same routine. Wake up, yawn, rub eyes, stretch, scratch areas, sniff, pray (I wish I had done it more often than once a month, I'm better at it now though), brush teeth, empty bowels (really comforting, hey you scrunching up your nose, quit acting like you don't do it too. just so you know, mine smells like roses), bathe, rush out no breakfast (by the way i dress up, so don't think I'm running on the street showing off any dangling bits), trek or run down the street to get a bus, get to the bus stop which is actually a big roundabout and engage in battle royale to get in a vehicle, move some 200 metres, get stuck in traffic, your vehicle gets hit once or twice, you hit someone else's vehicle once or twice, there's cursing, spitting, sometimes fisticuffs, if that doesn't happen, vehicle inspections officers are there to mess the day up for the driver and waste your time in the process. Get to work say 27 minutes late and boss man pours his mixture of irritating invectives and downright evil, and brutal grammatical errors on you (run Oga run, the British Secret Service is coming for you, Scotland Yard awaits you for destroying the beauty of their language). People come in wanting to be attended to, each believing his/her problem's the worst ever, some are nice, others cuss you out. Thirty minutes in and boss man tells you "It's 9:30, abeg i'm coming make I fit drink small cup of tea", you check the time, it is actually 9:30 a.m, you look before you again at the annoyingly annoyed crowd of nine that turns twenty seven in less than four minutes. Did I say I was posted to a Hospital? The doctor comes in at a few minutes to 10 a.m when resumption time is 8 a.m, calls you into the consulting room and says "if you don't want trouble with me, just make sure that only fifteen patients come in to see me today blah blah blah", you smile because only yesterday the HOD had said "take a minimum of forty daily. these people are too lazy". You hear arguments from outside, frenzied, it's your partner and she isn't gonna let off, you know that much, the patient threatens to slap her, she offers a cheek, you go in to quell the tension, he leaves, she sits, you sigh. It's 11:30 a.m. now, you go for breakfast, you rush your meal which is most uncomfortable, you're back at your post in twenty minutes or less, the whole shindig continues. "I'm back", it's boss man, you check the time, 2:30 p.m. you look around, the place is relatively empty, you come to realize boss man has shirked his responsibilities and will get paid for doing so tat the end of the month. You rush off to the secretary's office, you do her work for a few notes more. Time lulls, finally 4 p.m., home sweet home is all you think about. You make a call or two, see if the boys are gonna be available, none, they all have issues and girlfriends to attend to, you leave the premises, it's a 25 minute trek to the bus terminus, another battle royale at the terminus. Soda and meat roll in hand, the journey back home is hellish, what with the hot tropical sun and the traffic not forgetting to mention the bus driver's overt cacophony which is his idea of music, you get home at 6:45 p.m (traffic was nice to you on such occasions), pick out clothes for tomorrow, eat, watch a movie, sleep, wake up and guess what, it starts again.
I couldn't live my life this way, I knew this from my second month there (by the way every time I said you, I meant me, you know what I mean, right?).
Now it's about using what you have to get what you want. I've got fast fingers and so I'm blogging, heaven knows I'm soon going to monetize this baby. I was playful as a kid and still am, that got me through some tough times in school as I climbed stages and made a total fool of myself... and got paid in the process.
I have ideas, but don't know how to use them so I make a lot of friends and tell them my ideas. I sow seeds in their heads and they birth these ideas. I may not get as much money as I'd want, heck I may not get a penny, but there's a satisfaction that comes from knowing I had a hand in it (big fat lie, gimme my money before I go Kamikaze on all y'all) :D. I became a taxi driver for a week and made more than most people who wear suits do in a month (car's gone gaga after I had splurged, so back to square one, but hey, I was free to work my own way). I know a whole lot of people who work smart, not hard, smart, and I like their way of life.
ONE MEN SAYS, I ain't working my butt off like momma did for chicken change, I'm working smart and making it big. I'm going into offices and making cheap cash of them, I'm gonna be the guy who'll not play it safe, I'm gonna be the guy who'll say make it any way... legit. You people who follow status quo (aimlessly), look at the next guy who did and see if he is satisfied, if he isn't follow something else. Dave Chapelle once said "name your price in the beginning, if it ever gets more expensive, get outta there" I say, stay in there and get it all... legitimately. I've aired my view, it works for me, if you want to, try it, if you're too scared, please don't try this at home.
I AM ONE MEN
I tried to be the guy who played it safe and do things the conventional way like my father before me and his fathers before him and so after school, I went on to serve my beloved country for 12 straight months. So much of my blood, sweat, and tears were shed while at it in that air conditioned office (:D) in the country's biggest Hospital where I was posted to. 12 months straight, it was the same routine. Wake up, yawn, rub eyes, stretch, scratch areas, sniff, pray (I wish I had done it more often than once a month, I'm better at it now though), brush teeth, empty bowels (really comforting, hey you scrunching up your nose, quit acting like you don't do it too. just so you know, mine smells like roses), bathe, rush out no breakfast (by the way i dress up, so don't think I'm running on the street showing off any dangling bits), trek or run down the street to get a bus, get to the bus stop which is actually a big roundabout and engage in battle royale to get in a vehicle, move some 200 metres, get stuck in traffic, your vehicle gets hit once or twice, you hit someone else's vehicle once or twice, there's cursing, spitting, sometimes fisticuffs, if that doesn't happen, vehicle inspections officers are there to mess the day up for the driver and waste your time in the process. Get to work say 27 minutes late and boss man pours his mixture of irritating invectives and downright evil, and brutal grammatical errors on you (run Oga run, the British Secret Service is coming for you, Scotland Yard awaits you for destroying the beauty of their language). People come in wanting to be attended to, each believing his/her problem's the worst ever, some are nice, others cuss you out. Thirty minutes in and boss man tells you "It's 9:30, abeg i'm coming make I fit drink small cup of tea", you check the time, it is actually 9:30 a.m, you look before you again at the annoyingly annoyed crowd of nine that turns twenty seven in less than four minutes. Did I say I was posted to a Hospital? The doctor comes in at a few minutes to 10 a.m when resumption time is 8 a.m, calls you into the consulting room and says "if you don't want trouble with me, just make sure that only fifteen patients come in to see me today blah blah blah", you smile because only yesterday the HOD had said "take a minimum of forty daily. these people are too lazy". You hear arguments from outside, frenzied, it's your partner and she isn't gonna let off, you know that much, the patient threatens to slap her, she offers a cheek, you go in to quell the tension, he leaves, she sits, you sigh. It's 11:30 a.m. now, you go for breakfast, you rush your meal which is most uncomfortable, you're back at your post in twenty minutes or less, the whole shindig continues. "I'm back", it's boss man, you check the time, 2:30 p.m. you look around, the place is relatively empty, you come to realize boss man has shirked his responsibilities and will get paid for doing so tat the end of the month. You rush off to the secretary's office, you do her work for a few notes more. Time lulls, finally 4 p.m., home sweet home is all you think about. You make a call or two, see if the boys are gonna be available, none, they all have issues and girlfriends to attend to, you leave the premises, it's a 25 minute trek to the bus terminus, another battle royale at the terminus. Soda and meat roll in hand, the journey back home is hellish, what with the hot tropical sun and the traffic not forgetting to mention the bus driver's overt cacophony which is his idea of music, you get home at 6:45 p.m (traffic was nice to you on such occasions), pick out clothes for tomorrow, eat, watch a movie, sleep, wake up and guess what, it starts again.
I couldn't live my life this way, I knew this from my second month there (by the way every time I said you, I meant me, you know what I mean, right?).
Now it's about using what you have to get what you want. I've got fast fingers and so I'm blogging, heaven knows I'm soon going to monetize this baby. I was playful as a kid and still am, that got me through some tough times in school as I climbed stages and made a total fool of myself... and got paid in the process.
I have ideas, but don't know how to use them so I make a lot of friends and tell them my ideas. I sow seeds in their heads and they birth these ideas. I may not get as much money as I'd want, heck I may not get a penny, but there's a satisfaction that comes from knowing I had a hand in it (big fat lie, gimme my money before I go Kamikaze on all y'all) :D. I became a taxi driver for a week and made more than most people who wear suits do in a month (car's gone gaga after I had splurged, so back to square one, but hey, I was free to work my own way). I know a whole lot of people who work smart, not hard, smart, and I like their way of life.
ONE MEN SAYS, I ain't working my butt off like momma did for chicken change, I'm working smart and making it big. I'm going into offices and making cheap cash of them, I'm gonna be the guy who'll not play it safe, I'm gonna be the guy who'll say make it any way... legit. You people who follow status quo (aimlessly), look at the next guy who did and see if he is satisfied, if he isn't follow something else. Dave Chapelle once said "name your price in the beginning, if it ever gets more expensive, get outta there" I say, stay in there and get it all... legitimately. I've aired my view, it works for me, if you want to, try it, if you're too scared, please don't try this at home.
I AM ONE MEN
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