Its another year.
I'm a year older today (18.05.2013). Its a different tale from last year's. I should look back, reflect on my life, things I have been doing right, things I haven't been doing right, things that needs to be improved upon and things that needs to be reduced.
I'm not proud of where I am now. I give thanks though, don't get me wrong but I know I'm going somewhere. I'm not yet there.
I remember placing my hands on the railings of the verandah at the Ansar-udeen Secondary school block, just outside the principal's office. I remember I made a statement. I'll be instrumental in bringing light to this town, Okeho, a village in Oyo state, about 45km away from Iseyin where the National Youth Service Corp's Orientation ground is located. I had been posted there. I didn't stay. Some nostalgic feelings still linger.
Little did I know, that thought would be nursed for a while. I was sitting in a class. About four chairs away from the speaker in a Basic certificate course of the Winners chapel Bible School. Pastor Samuel Oluwole was talking about Ministry. I always loved the cars. Spoke so much about them. Wanted to work with them. Wanted to build in Nigeria. And then, I started thinking Power. I started thinking solutions, helping a sector that was "crawling". I still remember the efforts I put into changing from Control and Instrumentation to Power. "No, its not possible", Dr. Komolafe, the lecturer-in-charge had said in response to my plea.
I was confused. I actually felt God was leading me to do something related to it. I then kept saying Power. I drew out a chart with an aim at revamping the manufacturing sector. Still a goal. But for it to function optimally, the Power sector must be fully operational. I still remember writing this on a journey from Obalende to Ibadan. I was going to Ile-Ife.
Vision: To see a Nigeria that has its manufacturing sector working to the fullest.
* Build the Power sector
--Invest in Power Generation
--Work out a reliable distribution network
-- Create a sound billing/payment system.
I look back today. Its probably over a year now that I wrote that. have I achieved it? Am I on the way? Do I really want to go on? My answers are No.Yes.I will.
I was supposed to attend an interview with Richardson Oil and Gas last week. I declined. I had attended one earlier and was called again for another. This time, I knew it. I had the faith that I would answer it all. My time at Egbin power Station had taught me about valves and some other stuff they required initially which I didn't know about. But then, something had happened in my life some days before now. Its wierd though.
And then, I stayed. I've been finding it, not so funny having to learn and learn, when I could just get a job and earn and earn. Yes, the L's get to be left out. But I've decided to stay there.
I've learnt that the vision is the ultimate. Divine guidance are the steps. Mind you, about the interview story, I was trying to point that your aim puts a check on you. The story hasn't ended. I'm still in the National Power training Programme. still wielding the pen. Still loving the arts. Never stopped.
You know what's more important, I'm 27. Men! its no joke. I don't feel any different inside compared to yesterday but within a year, I've learnt so much. I've met so many people. Different tribes and countries. Peeped into different worlds. Carried a nephew (Gbagaun!). made lots of sweet talks I didn't achieve. Whew! that again.
I wanted to write something to my dad. a non-fiction. I wanted to drill out (yes!) my love for the arts to him. But I stopped. I stopped the day I realized It would never change. It would always be a part of me. I had to learn how to live with the two. Two worlds I call them.
My Prayer
Father, thank you for another year.
Thank you for the past one year.
Thank you for taking me forward, for I'm not where I was last year.
Thank you for the privilege to be part of the NAPTIN programme
Thank you for my family members
Thank you for my friends
Thank you for this beautiful person reading this prayer (yes you!)
I ask three things, Bless my Family members.
Bless my Friends (Help three friends of mine working on their MSc. Projects)
and me, kneeling down, Bless me.
Thank you.
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