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Once Upon A Bike Man

On my way home sometime last week, I stopped this bike-man and told me how much he’ll charge so we haggled. We eventually concluded that I’d pay 80 naira instead of the 100 naira he asked for with the condition that he’d pick up someone else. I was cool with that. He tried picking up someone else but the person wanted to pay 70 naira instead of the 80 naira he was charging me. I thought it was a good deal because he’d get to get something rather than stand the chance of no one else going towards our direction therefore getting only 80 naira instead of 150. It was simple mathematics and common sense to me but he refused to see it that way.

It was an ‘integrity issue’ like one of my friends would say. He didn’t want to stray away from what he said or purposed in his heart. He wanted it his way or no other way regardless of what he stood to lose or gain. I’ve heard people say stuff like ‘I’d rather go hungry than ask him for money’ and many more statements relating to that. It sounds like pride but if you think again, you’d see a very determined person who isn’t willing to bend regardless of what’s at stake.


If we used that kind of determination to pursue our goals in life, we’ll probably be in a better place right now than we currently are. A lot of us determine to stop certain things from happening and we put all our hard-work into making sure it stays that way but sadly, we don’t use the same kind of determination to plan our life, the outcome we want et al. We would rather quit, bend, compromise at times when we should put in our 100 percent.

My point? Put your heart to something and do everything to make it work within your power. Understand that whatever result you get from it directly affects you first before it affects anything or anyone else in your life. Eliminate all ‘what if it doesn’t work?’ and focus on ‘what if it does?’

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