This time last year, I was at a Senior Management Leadership Training. One class I can't forget was on Ethics and Values and it was taken by Prof Vincent Anigbogu.
I still remember nuggets from that class.
1. Success in life is predictable: ethics and values form 98% while miracles and luck form only 2%.
2. Every value you compromise, compromises you.
3. The corruption you tolerate, grows. The one you resist dies.
4. A person or organisation that lacks convictions will sooner or later sell his/her/its position to the highest bidder.
However, I think the most insightful part was when he asked us to write down the 10 most important things to us in life. He then asked us to delete one by one until we leave the 3 most important.
He further asked us to delete until we had left what each of us considered the most important.
I had so much to ponder on:
What do I really believe in?
What is my attitude towards money? How do I think and feel when I earn it, when I lose it, when I borrow it, when I save it and when I borrow from others and cannot pay back?
He also asked us to list 5 things people will say about you if you were to die today.
List 5 things people will say about you if you were to die in 20 years from now.
Just reminiscing about the training.
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I think we should pay a bit more attention to the conversation this issue is generating.
While there will always be people who think the pastor didn’t act well and others who will think he acted properly, we need to interrogate the culture of lateness we have as Nigerians and Africans.
A few years ago, I was at an event at Iseyin. It was meant to start at 10am. I left Ibadan very early so I could be there on time. I got there at 9am and saw that the venue wasn’t even ready. A grader was still working on the site with dust everywhere.
Sometimes last year, a sow on my farm gave birth to many piglets but refused to give them suck. We tried all we could but the piglets died one after the other. It was a very traumatic experience losing all the piglets within a few days.
I belong to a piggery group on WhatsApp and it was when I reached out for help that I was given a suggestion that could have solved the problem but it was too late. Some weeks before, I had turkeys that died off without any warning. The first set of goats I bought died.
One of them had eaten a polythene bag and it blocked her innards. Through all these, I now know what to do should I be confronted with similar situations again.
Brother Joseph, The Judge and DNA: May Our Loyalty Not Be Tested
I think the most under-rated character in the Bible is Joseph. Yes, Joseph the husband of Mary and the ‘father’ of Jesus. I don’t believe he got his due acknowledgment.
I think his role in the birth of Jesus and upbringing has not been given the right credits. During Christmas, we talk about the wise men. We talk about the shepherds who watched their flocks by night. We talk about the angels who appeared to the shepherds.
We talk about Mary and rightfully so. We talk about the Baby Jesus. We even compose songs for all of them. We hardly talk about Joseph and I’ve never heard of any song composed for the dude. It’s almost as if there’s a ‘conspiracy’ of silence to ‘edge’ him out of the picture.
Now after this his wife Elizabeth became pregnant, and for five months she secluded herself completely....
Luke 1:24 AMP
That was the Scripture the Lord gave me when my wife became pregnant after 8 years of waiting.
I felt like rolling out the drums but that Scripture kept me. I told myself, “People celebrate babies and not pregnancies”. So my wife and I spoke to our Pastor’s wife about our conviction. I still remember her counsel till date. She asked us to take pictures during the pregnancy
Then I told just one person from my own side- my junior sister. My wife informed only one person from her own side- her own sister. Both people were under strict instructions not to divulge the information to anyone. I didn’t inform any of my parents neither did she.
How time flies! It looked like yesterday when I sat in front of the theatre with Mo Fatokun eagerly anticipating your arrival on that Wednesday. I had butterflies in my stomach even as I tried to look calm outwardly.
My knees were knocking and as I prayed under my breath, I felt sweat dropping from my brows.
My heart beat faster and I felt my hands suddenly become clammy. With every opening of the door, I got up to see what was happening.
As nurses ran helter-skelter, I tried to keep my emotions under control. After waiting for what seemed like centuries, a doctor stepped out to announce the good news of your arrival.
A young guy approached me to mentor him. I agreed. A short while after, he asked me for money. I declined. The next day, I sent him some personal development initiatives. He never responded till date.
I became friends here with a lady. I would later meet her at an event in Abuja. She eulogized me and told me she would love me to mentor her. I told her I don't mentor ladies as a matter of principle. She requested for my personal contact details so she could stay in touch.
I obliged. By the time we concluded the event, she came back to meet me and gave me a funny story about an emergency trip she had to make. Long story short, she asked for money. I declined. I was shocked at her audacity. Thereafter, I noticed her negative remarks on my posts.