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MAKING THE RIGHT CHOICE

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All through life, one thing is certain: there will always be choices to be made as different opportunities arise, offering options and alternatives. An economic concept that readily comes to mind that serves as a guide to decision-making is that of OPPORTUNITY COST. In simple terms, opportunity cost can be described as the value that a person forfeits by choosing one course of action over another. It usually involves both time and money and is present for every decision that is made. Alternatives and options are always present, and it is important to weigh the opportunity cost in making decisions. e.g., I was privy to the decision of a mother to finance her son’s university education abroad at the cost of purchasing a property in a prime location in her country. It was a choice based on her priority, after consideration of the opportunity cost of either option.

I was recently invited to mediate in a conversation between Mr. Babalola and his son, Derrick. Derrick had recently completed his National Youth Service, and his father, who ran a grocery store, had offered him the opportunity to manage the business with the promise of accommodation and a car attached to the offer. Derrick, however, had his sights set elsewhere. He had recently attended an Interview with a Multinational Tech company and was certain he would get the position of a Management Trainee. Though he would have to relocate to another city, the offer would provide him with the opportunity of extensive training and travel. It would, however, mean that Derrick would have to share a rented apartment with a friend and commute to and from work by public transport. The father prevailed on him to weigh the opportunity cost of rejecting his offer, especially in the light of succession to the business.

Derrick weighed the opportunity costs and decided that the opportunity cost of passing up an offer with that multinational corporation was, to say the least, “humongous.” He knew so many of his peers who would give anything for such an opportunity. He projected that the training and experience to be gleaned would catapult him into a league in corporate dynamics, far beyond the management of his father’s retail business, and he was ready to forego the immediate attraction of comfort for the perceived long-term gains. Besides, he opined, the training, experience, and network gained would be of futuristic benefit to his father’s business if he decided to return to it in the future. Following up, Derrick got the offer letter and moved on with his decision.

The importance of discussions like this, especially with teenagers and young adults, cannot be understated. Every day, choices are made, and options need to be weighed carefully in relation to one’s objectives. The opportunity cost of a choice is what is lost by not going with the alternative. I have seen some interesting choices made where a mother would rather owe on school fees and use the money for aso-ebi to the detriment of the child who was kicked out of school for default in fees. Also, the choice of material possessions over qualitative education.” After all, a school is a school, quality of education notwithstanding,” some would say.

I recall my discussion with a young man who said that when he gained admission to the university, his father never lectured him against joining cults but merely pointed out the opportunity cost of cultism versus concentrating on his studies, and that nailed it for him. He could be a cultist gaining popularity and notoriety, with the likely outcome of rustication, or face his studies squarely and achieve recognition through outstanding success, which opens doors for mouth-watering opportunities.

It is my prayer that we exhibit wisdom in our choices and teach the coming generations how to weigh their choices to enable them to make the right choices.

Love

Havilah

THE RAINS ARE HERE AGAIN

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As I took one of my “ walks,” I happened upon one of my favorite street sweepers, and after our usual exchange of pleasantries, she pointed out a package of neatly packed and tied garbage with complaints that someone had dropped their garbage by the roadside. Incidentally, these were non-biodegradable garbage. Immediately, my mind went to the recent spate of floods across the country, much of which is traceable to blocked drainage and the fact that people have refused to learn and teach how to responsibly dispose of garbage.

My mind switched to some years back when I was teaching Sunday school/children’s church, and how I would always hound the children for dropping biscuit and sweet wrappers on the floor when the dustbins and garbage bins were provided for their use. This training and retraining continued, but there was a family of three siblings who I observed NEVER littered the floor. They so impressed me that one day, I engaged their mother to find out how she had managed to discipline them in that regard. The experience is worth sharing.

Mummy Shayo, as she was fondly addressed, gave a coy smile and spoke. “Uhm…we learnt to do the right thing the hard way. We had never really been mindful of littering the streets or other public spaces, but one day, the family was driving back from an interstate visit to my parents and had consumed a large quantity of bananas given to us during the visit. Suddenly, my husband looked back and saw the car floor littered with banana peels, so he instructed that they be thrown out of the window. Lashe, the youngest, decided to throw them out of his side and they landed smack in the middle of the road at a time the vehicle behind us had negotiated to overtake us. His rear wheels slid over the peels and caused a spin, whereby he brushed our car. Needless to say, we had to apologise and fix the minor repairs on both his car and ours, which was a hard lesson we learnt for our heedlessness…never to litter the road. Thereafter, it became easy to apply the lesson learnt to all facets of litter, and the children were made to not just clean up, but serve some punishment whenever they littered anywhere, be it at home or outside the home. It has since become ingrained, and even where they cannot find a bin, they would keep the garbage with them until they locate a bin to dislodge the items.”

It is never too early nor too late to teach children the value of a neat environment and prevent the disaster associated with untidy and dirty environments. If we all keep our spaces and environment clean and tidy, it translates to the larger society. Recently, someone asked what the street sweepers would do, as he felt they would be out of a job. My tart response was that they sweep the streets and keep sand and silt from building up, not waste and garbage. Let us learn to keep our environments clean and prevent health issues, accidents, and other hazards. The saying goes, “A cluttered desk is a sign of a cluttered mind.” In other words, physical clutter can contribute to or reflect an unfocused or cluttered mind, eliminating peace and calmness.

LET US JOIN HANDS TOGETHER TO TRAIN AND RETRAIN THE POPULACE ON THE IMPORTANCE OF ENVIRONMENTAL NEATNESS AND CLEANLINESS.

Love

Havilah

THE WINDOW

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Seated at the reception lobby of a hospital a few days ago, I witnessed some incidents which got me thinking about the generation Alpha and their parents. At the hospital, I watched two young mothers manage their three-year-old babies and it got me thinking…hmmm.

The first mum left her three-year-old boy causing a cacophony by bouncing her phone charger on the metal chairs. Oblivious to him and his antics, she watched a movie on her phone, unconcerned until the “young man” started yelling to use the bathroom. Her response was a calm, ” pee on yourself – you have diapers on.” The grandma in me screamed…after potty training him all you can say is pee on yourself? Why did you bother training him? I restrained myself from uttering a word and was glad at the boy’s insistence which eventually got her up from her phone to take him to the bathroom. The second mum had just returned from the treatment room with her daughter who was crying her heart out and all she could do was try to appease her with biscuits, chocolates etc. all to no avail. The little one refused to be bribed as she cried even louder calling for her daddy. At this point, I could no longer hold my peace as I turned around and asked – “are you, her mother? Just hug and pet her.” As I spoke, a matronly woman in her middle age, seated beside her reached out to the girl and nestled her in her bosom. The little girl stopped crying and was rocked into silence.

Both ladies left me still seated in the lobby and I played over what I had just witnessed in my mind. The questions that befuddled my mind were –

  1. Which way humanity? When did it matter more to a mother to watch a movie than to pay attention to a child who was begging for attention? The child was obviously bored which was why he had been disturbing the peace with loud clanging of the metal chairs, but she not only ignored him but was insensitive to the comfort of others present in the lobby.
  2. Why would a mother encourage a child who was toilet trained to pee in their diaper when the facility had toilets? Was it laziness or lack of understanding? The answer – your guess is as good as mine.
  3. What has happened to the motherly instinct of instinctively cuddling a hurting child? Have we become so insensitive that we now replace caring with material benefits. Why would a mother’s immediate reaction to a wailing child be to offer a “pacifier” lacking the warmth of an embrace?
  4. What would we then expect from children who are raised without the attendant care reminiscent of motherhood especially as they live in a world of robotics? Are we raising “Human Robots” or human beings? May the Lord help us.

If we fail to enable the right bonding from infancy, what happens when the pressures of providing for them catch up on us. The problem with some teenagers is defiance. Parents seem to have replaced love and care with provision and sometimes with material possessions and the teenagers are rebelling because all they need is to be relevant in their parent’s lives. They then seek that relevance elsewhere which may lead them into dangerous waters. When the parents start feeling the pain, it is seen as a way of getting back on them for perceived deprivation of love and care. Let us hope it does not end in disaster for the family.

As we look out through the open window, we have a responsibility to correct erring parents and remind them that their responsibilities transcend provision and material possessions can never replace the bonding required between them and their children.

Love

Havilah

Elderly Blues?

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Papa and Mama Tembu had lived very energetic and fruitful lives in their professions as a University Professor and Radiologist, respectively. Having hit 70 and 67 years respectively, they decided to retire from the bustling capital city in which they had spent most of their adult life, back to the suburbs where they built their retirement home. This meant a gradual reduction in activity. Two years after the move, Papa Tembu was diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease and Mama Tembu had to take on his care. Within a year, Mama Tembu was involved in an accident while returning from an errand to the city on behalf of her husband and ended up with paralysis. This brought their three children (all diasporans) back home to make cogent decisions regarding their parents’ welfare. The older two were based in Australia and Japan, respectively, so the responsibility to coordinate their care fell on Funeka, the only female among them who was also closest in proximity, living in Germany. They employed a caregiver, cook, and driver, and Funeka coordinated efforts through daily phone calls and video calls, as well as an annual two-week visit when she could get time off work.

While Funeka tried her best to monitor events, there were some lapses resulting in undesirable consequences at times, as the paid personnel either omitted or neglected to fulfill their responsibilities effectively. She also discovered collusion from time to time and effecting personnel changes was never easy. Whenever she was on the ground or any of her siblings, the household ran smoothly, so they figured that the household needed closer monitoring to work effectively – a situation where someone could give surprise visits and take quick decisions. This proved difficult to resolve as most of their friends were resident in the city or abroad and occupied with earning a living. Extended family dynamics had changed with members being dispersed and a change in levels of education and socio-economic dispositions.

The children tried weighing the options. Do they :-

  1. Relocate the parents to live with one of them?
  2. Rotate them among all three of them?
  3. Relocate each separately?
  4. Place them in an institution for the elderly (if available back home)?
  5. Employ a Manager/Personal Assistant to manage their affairs?

Relocation brought along immigration related challenges, adaptation to an unfamiliar environment, as well as other considerations, while institutionalising them was fraught with emotional considerations. Could they trust a Personal Assistant to do his work, and how stable would such an arrangement be?

These are some of the challenges that beset the elderly today and reflect the reality of our times.

The Elderly often experience loneliness and disquiet as they reflect on some of these challenges as they respond to life’s changing circumstances. This state can oscillate between fleeting moments of nostalgia or loneliness and more enduring periods of quiet sorrow. As a result, the elderly may find it harder to reach out or maintain connections. Family and friends, unsure how to respond, might inadvertently pull away, deepening the isolation. Communication can become stilted, and misunderstandings may arise, further complicating relationships.

Aging is both a privilege and a challenge. The elderly blues, though tinged with sadness, are also a testament to love, memory, and the passage of time. By acknowledging this emotional landscape and responding with compassion, society can help elders find solace, purpose, and joy, reminding us all that every stage of life is worthy of dignity and care.

A parting word for the children – this is the time when love, understanding, care and sacrifice has to be shown in appreciation for all that was poured out on them by the parents. It takes careful consideration to enable the best decisions to be taken that will work for both the parents and children alike. Most importantly, it requires God’s guidance and wisdom. May the Lord help us all.

Love

Havilah

TILL DEATH DO US PART

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Oyin was having a “pity party” as tears streamed down her cheeks. She was overwhelmed by emotions as so many thoughts crowded her mind, each struggling for expression and recognition. She never would have predicted the events of the past six months when her world fell apart with the diagnosis of a stroke. But that paled in comparison to the recent shock which had devastated and shattered her world.

Oyin loved Suffy to a fault. She had worked hard at her marriage and sacrificed her entire life to ensure that Suffy and their two boys had lived a comfortable life. Suffy had faced challenges in keeping down a job over the years, and Oyin had worked two jobs for the longest time to facilitate their lifestyle as a family. She had virtually broken her back taking on extra jobs and opportunities for the benefit of all. For this, Suffy, the boys, and extended members of their family appeared grateful, and she had basked in that love until now. Six months ago, she suffered a massive stroke, which affected her right side extensively. She had been on the verge of retiring into a relaxed and exciting life. With both boys now done with school and some decent investment, she had thought…now was the time to enjoy life! Unfortunately, the expenses associated with her health condition were taking their toll on available finances, and she was becoming fearful. To her utter disappointment, Suffy’s attitude had exacerbated the situation as he neither made attempts to contribute to her treatment nor assist in sourcing viable options for treatment. Suffy appeared helpless in the situation, and Oyin was left to work out the solutions herself.

Suffy, on his part, was increasingly out most nights for “a night with the boys.” This, he explained, was his placebo for managing the pain and trauma associated with seeing his once vibrant wife, bedridden. Unfortunately, those outings opened up opportunities to meet some ladies, and Suffy was now in a sizzling relationship with Adijat. Suffy had tried to keep the relationship away from Oyin, but one of his friends, Kole, “carelessly” let the cat out of the bag during a telephone conversation he had with Oyin. This brought her to her current state.

“What happened to the vows we took …” in sickness and in health?” Did those words mean anything to Suffy at all, or were they mere words?” Oyin muttered to herself. After all, she had stuck with him when things were rough. She had vowed to stick the marriage out “For richer or poorer” and had done so. It hurt the more because she knew that her current state of health was a direct result of the stress and trauma she underwent just to make Suffy comfortable. Was this how he intended to repay her love? If the tide had turned, she would never have acted the same way. She would have remained steadfastly beside him to comfort and encourage him. If only she had missed Kole’s call, she thought, the adage goes that ignorance is bliss. She would not be hurting now. But then, his betrayal cannot remain hidden forever, she figured and decided to brace herself to see Suffy for who he truly is. The more she thought about it, the more convinced she became that Kole had intentionally passed the information to her, and it was not in error.

Love

Havilah

NADIA

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While rummaging through some items to which I have been sentimentally attached over the years, I came across the sleeve of a cherished musical album that made waves half a century ago. The South African album – Ipi Tombi! (Did I hear a chuckle…wow, half a century ago?) Well, it got me thinking about one of my favorite songs in the album, titled Nadia. Nadia told the story of a young man who had to leave his village, leaving behind his wife, three children, and aged parents, to seek greener pastures in the city, with the hope of providing them with a better life. It captures the concerns, uncertainties, and cultural shock, but ends on a hopeful note of achieved expectations and a reunification with the family. That was the trigger I needed to recall the common incidence of employee migration and its sometimes-unintended impact on families, resulting in fragmented family lives. Take the case of Boye and Ike.

Boye, married to Linda with two beautiful children in Secondary school, lost his job due to “rightsizing” by his employers, and for two years, try as he may, he couldn’t secure a job. Linda was, however, cooperative in maintaining the home to tide them over the rough patch. In the third year of unemployment, he got a mouth-watering offer in Zambia and proceeded with the intention of long-distance commuting to keep the family unified. This was agreed with Linda, who felt unsure about leaving her lucrative job for the unknown in Zambia and had concerns about the impact on the children’s education. Boye thought he had it all under wraps, and for about a year, everything worked out just fine. Thereafter, the visits home came at longer intervals, and Linda could not make the trip over with the children except at Christmas. Boye attributed the reduced visits to his workload and his work-related responsibilities in other regions. By the time the children gained admission to the university and Linda saw the need to relocate to Zambia, she discovered that he had a daughter through an ongoing relationship in Zambia. Although this was deeply disconcerting to Linda, wise counsel prevailed, and she was able to win back her husband and accept the addition to the family.

Ike, on the other hand, was seconded by his company to serve in their regional office in Egypt. His wife, Morenike, was apprehensive about how the move could affect the family, so she quit her job and insisted that they relocate along with the children. Unfortunately, when she arrived in Egypt, the terrain was difficult for her, and obtaining a job proved impossible. She tried her hand at business enterprises but was equally unsuccessful. The situation put a strain on their relationship at home, resulting in Ike spending less time at home. Before she knew it, she fell into the temptation of having an extramarital relationship. This shattered the core of their relationship, with both parties putting up appearances for the public.

Havilah realises that employee migration is inevitable in a world that is fast becoming a global village, but the pros and cons must be weighed carefully, expectations spelt out and executed, and discipline and restraint exercised. Of course, numerous families have successfully charted the course of employee migration and have reaped its benefits. It, however, could put a strain on marriages and families and must therefore be carefully weighed and agreed upon before embarking on it. There is certainly no “One cap fits all,” and each family must consider their peculiarities before taking such decisions. As we migrate in search of greener pastures, let us bear in mind the words of my favorite piece…” Look at that bright star, always remember under that same star we’ll be together.”

Love

Havilah

CALMING THE STORM

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Keppy and Adia met during their NYSC (National Youth Service Corps) year and dated for six years thereafter. The delay in contracting their proposed marriage had been due to a series of challenges faced by Keppy, ranging from the challenge in gaining employment to the loss of his only brother. During the six years, Adia was exposed to Keppy’s family, both immediate and extended. At the end of the six years of the relationship, Keppy informed Adia that he was quitting the relationship. Adia was heartbroken, and after relating the situation to her mother, she was advised to discuss it with Keppy’s parents. (Unknown to Adia, the breakup was fostered by her prospective mother-in-law, Keppy’s mum).

When Adia approached Keppy’s mum on the subject, her response sent shock waves down her spine, as she was advised to lick her wounds and accept the decision. She then approached his dad, who washed his hands off the issue, advising that they settle their differences without third-party interference. Adia was totally devastated; she felt she had wasted six years of her life living in a fool’s paradise. There was, however, one beacon of hope – Keppy’s aunt Bertha, who loved them both dearly. She sought her out and, in answer to her prayers, Aunt Bertha encouraged and facilitated the reconciliation. While wading into the “crisis,” she discovered that her sister, Keppy’s mum, had sought the services of a prophetess to determine the suitability of the couple for each other and had been informed that Adia would walk out of the marriage if she did not die at childbirth. This had scared Keppy’s mum and prompted the hostility toward Adia.

Aunty Bertha facilitated the union, to the chagrin of her sister, insisting that after committing the couple in prayers, she was convinced that they were a perfect fit. They were united in marriage, but the marriage was fraught with an unwelcoming and sometimes belligerent attitude from Keppy’s mother. Adia tried everything she could to win back her place in her mother-in-law’s heart, but it only got worse.

Fast forward ten years, with two lovely sons added to the family, Keppy’s mum was riddled with a debilitating disease and forced to live with Keppy and Adia. Adia showered her with love and care, bending over backwards to make her feel comfortable and welcome. She related to her as she would her mother because she understood that Keppy and she were an indivisible unit, and consequently, his mother was hers as well. Her two lovely boys also needed the affection and love of their grandma, and that could only be engendered by the way she related to “mama,” as she fondly referred to her. Her unreserved display of love and care, wrought in “mama” a strong feeling of guilt at the treatment she had meted out to her over the years, and so one day, when Keppy and Adia were back from work and the children safely in bed, she approached them and craved their forgiveness. “It was out of ignorance,” she blurted out. Adia went to her with a smile and warm embrace, responding gently, “You had long been forgiven. Mama, I want to make a confession…your attitude was what spurred me to work at my marriage and ensure its success at all costs. Sometimes, challenges are the wind under our wings we need to fly. I thank God for our family.”

Love

Havilah

RESPECT FOR THE INDIVIDUAL

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Have you ever skipped a day, I mean, omitted a day? I woke up this morning, thinking, hey… It is Wednesday, and Havilah needs to speak. I get on the laptop and realise it is Thursday, 5th June, not Wednesday, 4th June. All due apologies to my avid readers.

Feranmi was born into an upper-middle-class family with many domestic staff ranging from the gardener, steward, and cook to a personal maid. Her maid, Omawumi, was responsible for laundering her clothes among other tasks, and ensured she was impeccably dressed at all times. It therefore came as no surprise that Feranmi often won the neatness badge for her class. Her pleated uniform was always well starched and ironed, making her the envy of most of her classmates. It was indeed a feat to beat the sharp, clear edges of the pleats in her uniform with just the right amount of stiffness. The uniform was a complicated combination of box and side pleats that proved a challenge to most.

One evening after Omawumi had finished ironing Feranmi’s uniform, she took the ironed uniform on a hanger to Feranmi’s room. Later in the evening, Feranmi inspected the uniform and yelled out for Omawumi in an angry tone. Immediately Omawumi appeared, Feranmi started berating Omawumi and lashed out with angry words. Despite Omawumi’s apologies for the less-than-perfect state of the uniform, which she attributed to her ill health, Feranmi raged on. She raked up such a fuss that Feranmi’s mother was roused from her siesta and was forced to inquire about the cause of the rumpus. Feranmi immediately pointed to the uniform hanging in her wardrobe and blurted out, “Mom, see what Omawumi expects me to wear to school. How can I win the neatness badge with this?”

Feranmi’s mother was enraged at her daughter’s actions. She exploded, “Feranmi…you are insolent! Apologise to Omawumi immediately! Not only is she older than you, but you have no right to talk to her this way. You do not pay her salary, so you have no right to demand anything from her, and she is not answerable to you. Respect is reciprocal and if you want to be respected, you must respect others. Going forward, you must launder your school uniform yourself so that you learn to respect and appreciate the labour she puts into ensuring she feeds your ego. She is the person who deserves the Neatness badge because it is the direct result of her efforts.”

Feranmi’s mother ensured that Feranmi laundered her uniform herself and went through the frustrations of variability in starching results, coupled with the challenges of wrinkle-free ironing. After five fruitless attempts, Feranmi apologised profoundly to “Aunty Omawumi” and became much more respectful. She had learned to appreciate people’s efforts and respect for them, regardless of status. She had learnt respect for the individual.

Feranmi’s story reminds me of one of the Core Values of a company I once worked for. RESPECT FOR THE INDIVIDUAL was one of its core values, and it was emphasised. The resultant impact on overall productivity as a result of this value cannot be overstated. Staff were enthusiastic to put in their best efforts to achieve corporate goals.

It is therefore important that we instill this value into our children and ourselves, and it starts from how we as parents treat people around us, especially those in a lower social status than ourselves. May the Lord teach us the right things to do.

Love

Havilah

SMITING THE LIVING FOUNTAINS

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A couple of months ago, I was invited to a Community hymn singing in a traditional Anglican Church, and as we sang the hymn, “Father hear the prayer we offer” written by Love M. (Whitcomb) Willis, the wordings of the third stanza caught my attention…”Not forever by still waters do we ask our way to be, BUT WILL SMITE THE LIVING FOUNTAINS FROM THE ROCKS ALONG OUR WAY.” I pondered on what she could have meant. Undoubtedly, this bears a relationship to the biblical miracle in which Moses struck water from a rock for the Israelites in the wilderness. How would that relate to us today? Is it possible to obtain water from a rock? Certainly, there are aquifers which are rocks that contain groundwater and can be accessed through drilling and pumping. However, drilling is hard work so I believe the concept Madam Willis had, was that strenuous effort will be applied to achieve the goal. As the concept became clearer, the life of Satu played before me.

Satu, is the only child of a widowed mother who had struggled hard in their little village to give her an education. However, she could not finish her secondary school education as a result of lack of funds, so she was given out in marriage at the earliest possible time. Her husband worked as a Cordwainer (shoemaker) with one of the shoe manufacturing outlets in the city. In the city, young Satu enrolled with the famous Pitman’s College for secretarial studies, specialising at the time in typing and shorthand. Armed with certification, she located an employer who typed on a busy street and was agreeable to a sharing ratio on jobs she executed. Satu was enthused and put in her best as she strove to augment the young family of four’s expenses. One fateful day, fortune smiled on her as she typed. She was approached by a bank official who had observed and admired her diligence from afar. He observed her as he took his lunch every day at an eatery down the road from where Satu operated. The officer was saddled with the responsibility of recruiting contract labour to type certain documents on a one-off basis. Needless to say, Satu impressed the bank and when they needed to recruit a permanent staff, she was given the opportunity.

Immediately Satu got her foot in the door, her determination and doggedness to succeed and offer her children a much brighter opportunity than she had experienced, took root and she did all necessary examinations, culminating in an admission to read Law on a part-time basis in one of the prestigious universities in the city. She plodded through the challenges of balancing work, home and school and graduated without any carryovers or delays. One would have expected Satu to relax, after all, she earned a reasonable income and was able to single-handedly educate her children to university level, but not so with Satu. She was insatiable. She set her sights on becoming  a professional. After her children were through with their university education, Satu attended the Law School and was called to the country’s bar. Did she stop…No. Satu went on to train as a Chartered administrator and so after retirement, the little village girl has expanded her horizon, lives on her own property in the city, runs a thriving practice, and visits her children and grandchildren who are currently in the diaspora.

Her story is indeed one huge success story born out of God’s favour and grace, coupled with a determination backed by positive action toward achieving her goal.

Back to Ms. Willis hymn, we can and should be encouraged to smite the living fountains from the rocks along our way. May the Lord grant us empowerment to fulfil our dreams.

Love

Havilah