they saunter around in polished shoes, bags and stuff...
shinning suits like the armor of God
stuffed up wallet like casinos
I pads,pods and A class gadgets like astronauts
and there you are: coat like a parachute
purses like an igbanun
munching by the road side
gazing at the skyscrapers
BUT: dnt get it twisted
you have a vision
they only look at the television
you discovered a purpose
they discovered the highest paying jobs
you started digging your well
they prefered to buffet all over the globe
you bought a plot of land
they dwelled in company estates
you had to defer enjoyment
they prefer fringe benefits
you endured all the pressure
they cushioned by way of facilities
you attract committed followership
they get capital inclined associates
you get people who could die for you
they get people who wished them dead
you develop street sense in all these
they earn book sense in all there own
and there came a great storm called recession
but you had always mastered the pressure...
the wind blew and the fringe benefits disappeared
the wind blew and the facilities swallowed up the collateral
still it blew and the associates took over...
but they heard you were looking for a book keeper
and there you gave them a job...
mentoring some who had potential stuff in them...
Still, your days of tilling didn't end in vain...
you laughed last !!!
will you also......... Laugh last?!