Looking into distance appeared a boy adorn in a weather-bitten short.
His fading blue shirt ridiculously exposed his dark skin from hidings
He gazed into heaven with hope written over him as he waited
Waiting in hope of the bus that hurl him to his destination.
The thoughts of the past and the scenes of the present reminded me of my friend,Sandoka, who with all odds is now an MD of a Corporation.
Sandoka in his eccentric character is a definition of purpose.
Intelligent, he fought ferociously with failed attempts in exams,
And unforgettably crippled financially.
In all he, kept saying 'I am an MD'
With a singular anticipation of his purposed future,
That guided his planned actions he joined an organization
Where the stuff he was made up of was heavily tasked
He knows he must be used for something, before he becomes the someone,
He knows he must have the quality of being determined to do or achieve
Accepting to be idiot when he has to, and not to answer a question posed by his boss
When the full understanding he didn't have.
Quickly gathering experience and mentor-ship from his older colleagues
And tactically managing swings between pleasure and pressure of his job
He emerged lately as the MD of the corporation.
That is what PURPOSE can do to a man.
A man of purpose: SMART,HUMBLE,DILIGENT,TEACHABLE,FOCUSED and INDUSTRIOUS
