What Have I Really Been Called To Do In This Life? 1.0 Thats no moi moi poser. In spite of and despite all the things I think I know, I am yet to find an answer; an answer that gives me peace; that right answer. So, I grope on, in faith; praying, believing, assured that everything (even confusion) worketh together for my good! 2.0 But seriously, whatagwan with I and I? Why must I and I lose sleep considering that this vexed question is not peculiar to I and I? I find that consoling, even if only momentarily. No savvy, but it just feels good to know that at some point in life everyone else comes face to face with this billion Naira poser. See, human beings are wired to pry unnecessarily! 3.0 Lets make progress, please. I was in Ikot Ekpene on Thursday for an event. Someday soon, I shall tell you about that event. Meanwhile, permit me to introduce Mr. Anefiok Thompson. He is into properties, tours and travels. His office, by his business card, is located at Shelter Afrique, Uyo. I am not sure he and I had met before. But, this Thursday, this hyper-lively gentleman sounded and acted as if he had come to IK prepared to preach to me. Yet, I was not supposed to be at this event. Once Mr. Thompson saw me, he came over and started as they almost-always do: thanking me profusely for the wonderful media things. Next, the sermon: my brother, are you happy how you have left the young people of Akwa Ibom stranded? I know your frustrations and challenges, but you need to rise above your personal pains to help our youngsters who hunger and thirst for your leadership and mentoring. I dont care about politics and politicians. Just retrace your steps and deliver our youths from politics! 4.0 That haunted me so much that I disappeared from the event venue. En route , I found no peace still. So, I send him an sms to thank him for his pep talk. That only worsened my state as he fires back this charge in minutes: Compliments of the season, and good evening, Sir. The work of generational emancipation is great but the labourers are few. Please, dont let God down as He has given you a platform to make positive impact in the lives of the youth of this State and nation. God bless your family and you! 5.0 I have been thinking about what the business chief said. Isnt it about time I broke loose from media to take up mentoring full time? In the lighter mood, would it pay my bills the way media profession has struggled to achieve to no avail? These thoughts were streaming all over my mind when I went on Facebook, and phew! London-based Ubong-abasi Usoroh holds a first degree in Theatre Arts wanted to chat me up on his career path. He is currently in the UK pursuing a Masters in Media Arts. Like me, Mr. Usoroh was wondering in the chat where his future is. I called him up, and pronto, I found myself mentoring away. I loved it. It made me happy. Even Uduakobong who was watching felt so too. Should I? Should I not? Next, four photos showing Mr. Usoroh as well as two important messages that speak to my soul, and me while dressing for football training this morning. That last one is instructive: I would have been a professional footballer if I had a mentor; someone to insist that I focused on the game no matter the snake beatings I got from Tormentor Daddy whenever I came back from playing the opium of the people game. We all need a mentor. God bless THE MENTOR! ...B
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