This piece was inspired by the recent happenings in the country and the desire for a better Nigeria. Early this week, I watched an Indian movie title: “Gabbar is Back” and it was worth the watch. The main character of the film doubled as a College Professor and a Vigilante on a war against corruption in his country, had a large team who had keyed into his vision and dream to stamp out corruption in the country by factually investigating corrupt officials in government, kidnapping and sometimes executing them as well. Gabbar became an unseen voice with a seen result. His crusades pierced every corrupt heart with fear and led some to radical and immediate repentance. Succinctly, from top government officials, who are used to enriching their accounts at the expense of the poor masses down to even cab drivers, corruption became a monster dreaded by all and sundry. Hence, one can certainly say, the fear of Gabbar was the beginning of the end of corruption. Subsequently, Gabbar

Life can been likened to a journey, with all of us being its passengers. Hence, as we daily live, we are making progress toward reaching our various destinations. Our destinations are largely determined by the routes we daily take, and the route we daily take largely reflect our choices and priorities. Every journey has a predetermined destination, and every process of a journey is guided by established rules; adherence to these rules don’t only make the journey easy but meaningful, failure to do so will make the journey a torture. Practically, I have seen, observed and experienced three express ways that if taken in the journey of life, can lead people nowhere fast. We all have plied these routes at one point in time of our lives, and sadly but certainly, some people are still speeding on these express ways only to arrive at nowhere. Hence the need for this piece. Express Way Number #1: COMPARISON This is one of the most traveled highways in life. We often find oursel

“Life don’t only need starting power, but staying and finishing power. It won’t benefit you or anyone to have an electric start but an epileptic finish” How much do you know about the Chinese bamboo tree? While growing up, one of the things that piqued my curiosity as a young lad was the Chinese bamboo tree. I first saw this long, thin, flexible and never-breaking stick in one of my favourite Jet Li’s films back then – “Fist of Legend”. I have always wondered how a stick can be used for a fight with so many people and not even break. Well, I came to know its name in the late 2008 after graduating from secondary school. The bamboo tree popularly known as the Chinese bamboo tree is one of the symbolic trees china is internationally known with. To grow the bamboo tree, you will have to plan the seed like any other tree or plant. After planting this tree you will have to water it, nurture it, fertilize it and take good care of it for a year. Wait a bit, did I just say a yea

There was once a servant water bearer who had two pots tied to a wooden bar, which he used to hang on his shoulder to supply water to his master from a stream down the hilly house. The pot on the left side is perfect and in good shape fulfilling its purpose effectively, whereas the one on the right is cracked and leaks water right from the stream up to the master’s house. For two years, the water bearer kept using those two pots just the way they were, with the perfect pot delivering full quantity of water and the cracked one delivering just half. Hence for two good years, the water bearer could only deliver one and half pot of water to his master on every trip he made to the stream instead of   two whole pots which ought to be some sort of reward for his effort of shouldering two pots. One fateful day, the cracked pot got worried and apologized to the water bearer, expressing how sorry it was for the imperfection that has marred its being, for leaking water from the stre

It’s been a long time that I published on this platform, over a year precisely. Many of my friends and colleagues over the time I went silent did reached out, inquiring about the sudden silence; and most often my response to them is “I am simply taking a time out to refill”. Ours is a busy generation, a fast-paced hundred-meter-like generation where slowing down is against the grain.   Hence we often miss the little, detail and beautiful things of life. We are mostly overwhelmed by the feeling of lagging and/or lacking behind and it seems as if every day is a fresh rat race to catch up with life.   Socrates, the great ancient Greek philosopher is popular known for this dictum: “an unexamined life is not worth living”. Congruent with this therefore, to make sense of life, to savour the beauty of every passing moment and to appreciate the unfolding of life’s events, there is the need to occasionally retreat and withdraw from the crowd, the helter-skelter and hurly-burly of

In this last piece of the didactic from the printing world series, I will share with you the last life lesson and principle I have observed and still observing as the ultimate in achieving great feat in the printing world. Systematically, after respecting the processes involved in producing a printed work, cultivating and developing the virtues needed, the last thing you need is counting the cost as well as paying the price. You see we are caught up in a generation where people want to associate with words such as: greatness, success, exploits, achievements etcetera, but only few give due consideration to what it takes to achieve those – the price or the cost. Hence, cutting corners become the order of the day, most people want the easiest, cheapest way to achieving greatness; unfortunately, cutting corners short circuit the natural flow of success and greatness. The last but not the least of the issues I saw in the printing world is the fact that one must count the cost, carr

Before coming into the printing world, I thought I was a man of patience; or at least I thought I had little bit of patience that can see me through the daily experiences of life. However, as I was introduced properly into the world of printing, little did I know that my patience was out for a real litmus test; it wasn’t long before I realized that the patience I thought I had, needed great polishing and development. Growing up as a young lad, I used to hear my father talking about what it takes to be a great man, and all it takes to make a man leave a mark on the sand of time, I am sure you can relate with this father – child(dren) upbringing moments. As time goes by, I soon came to understand with age, knowledge and experience that what my Dad was trying to say was, to be great, you must be a man of virtues. True, a man is not more that his or her virtues.   It’s almost a year now that I have been into the printing world, and I can say with all surety that there is some virt