I know a few people that if their dads got the “taken” call, their response will be “Okay.”
Just okay. Their wahala is so much that their dad would never be in a hurry to regain them.
He might say “let him learn a thing or two.”
Twenty four hours will make one day, but not all hard work will work out. What are you doing? Are you working hard or hardly working? Is your strength being used optimally? Is wisdom profitably
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
‘ Or walk with Kings – nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my son!
I call on those that call me son,
Grandson, or great-grandson,
On uncles, aunts, great-uncles or great-aunts,
To judge what I have done.
A lot of us are familiar with the story of the prodigal son, a part of his life we are not very much aware of is his journey from “the far country” to his father’s house. We are not conversant with the way home.