A keyboardist once lived who was endued by God to play in large Christian gatherings to bring down God’s presence. All through his life, he kept planning to learn and play a particularly difficult composition but always thought he still had time to do it.
While growing up and while always home because of my circumstances, I was always around my father’s goats. I was always the one at home when the females put to birth their kids.
I once read a story about a young mosquito who always loved being the best in all he did. He was never happy unless his peers and people around him clapped for and hailed him.
A man I met yesterday at a programme I am speaking in at Enugu told me a story that got me thinking. It goes thus: 3 men – a Yoruba, an Igbo and a Chinese – went to a restaurant for lunch to celebrate a successful business deal.
Several years ago as a small growing child, I was scolded by my late father. He told me never to despise others who despised my condition. He ended the advice by saying to me “value others because a trader who sells pepper does not sell salt.
Last year, I was invited by the management of one of the companies at Indorama Eleme Petrochemical Company as a guest speaker at the staff end of year party.