IT'S ABOUT PERSEVERANCE

Recently, a colleague shared with me his experience with someone.

"Yesterday I was at buys junction waiting for a bus to come pick me up. After some few minutes, I heard the sound of a horn several times louder than the beginning so to me I took it that, for a busy road like that why bother think the person was calling me. And even we were far apart (about 120m). So I ignored the horn and at this time the horn had changed to a voice and I heard "heeey". With this the man drew my attention so I turned looking at his location and I realised it was an "Okada" (Commercial motor) driver. He then raised his hand asking me where I was going. Also with a hand, I communicated to him that I was going nowhere but waiting for someone. He left at that period and these were the thoughts that started dancing in my brain as I smiled"

1. The man means business this year!

2. He cares not who looks at him, so he wasn't intimidated by the mere passersby.

3. He knows the nature of his work demands reaching out to the people himself so he did exactly that!

4. He changed a tactic of letting me hear him; the horn didn't work for him and he had to switch to his natural gift (voice)

NOW :
1. What are you up to this year?

2. You needn't be intimidated by any, not at all!

3. You have got to change some habits of the previous calendar year! Yes, you either change them or get same old results.

4. Remember, if you don't abandon the less important practices of last year, you're yet to begin the NEW year. The newness of the year depends on you. I am yet to see an old house becoming new because it's a new year.

Refresh and Reboot Your mind; abandoning the negatives of the past and developing the positives of the now and the future

©Michael Akparibo Alung

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