Whenever we
are to visit our grandparents in our home town, there is always a need to
deliberately get the car in good shape to avoid it breaking down in the midst
of nowhere.
We often enjoy
our visitation to the village because it’s the closest experience we would ever
have of the beauty and serenity of nature.
Grandma would
take us to the farmland where we would get to harvest some fresh vegetable
leaves with which special delicacy of Efo riro
and Amala would be made for us as guest in the village.
and Amala would be made for us as guest in the village.
Our visitation
always cause a stir amongst the villagers who see us as the elite from the
town. But really, if I had my way, I would have loved to stay in the village.
Only that they lack some very important social amenities that can prevent my
stay in such a community. But really I loved the experience of the birds
singing on the tree while heading to the farm.
Nature indeed
is beautiful!
Uncle Taju
came from the village while he was a very young boy. He came to the urban area
in a bid to be better and make life more interesting for himself and his
family. Uncle Taju on arrival to Ibadan, was hosted by my parents. The claim
was that he was a very good boy they knew would be humble and obedient. They
were ready to help him make something meaningful out of his life. Soon after
settling down in Ibadan, uncle Taju started learning automobile repairs and
between five to six years he was good at it. He later became free and a site
was rented for him to start his own work.
In less than
three years, even though uncle Taju's workshop is not centrally located within
the town, most of his customers prefer to drive some kilometers to see him
before having their cars fixed.
My dad as a
person, even prefer to book an appointment with uncle Taju when his car needs
to be fixed instead of patronizing a close by automobile engineer.
On different
occasions, while waiting to get the car in good shape as we head for the
village, uncle Taju's phone will continuously ring over and over again with calls
from his customers who will want their cars fixed, and given the location of
his workshop will require them to travel over some kilometers would not risk
travelling down when he won’t be able to attend to them.
Uncle
Taju over the space of ten years, metamorphosed from that village lad, to an
automobile engineer who lots of people won’t mind travelling lots of kilometers
to meet. He became very relevant.
The
morale of this story is this;
“No man that is useful can be irrelevant
in his niche”
You
desire to be relevant, then be useful. As being useful is the key that unlocks
RELEVANCE.
I
am Agboola Biyi Micheal a BLESSING to my GENERATION, and an ASSET to NIGERIA.
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