Real Success
Definitions defer. I like to see success as a twofold thing.
You do not just either fail or succeed, you could also have real and unreal
success.
(Man enters a tasteful and large reception office.
Receptionist is reading a gossip magazine.)
Man- Good Afternoon.
Receptionist-(looks up at the man and glances to the front
page of the magazine she was reading. He is on the front page. Smiles in
recognition.) Good afternoon Mr. Francis, welcome to the Lagos Elite society.
And congratulations on your boat and you purchase of an estate.
Man-(gives a deep-belied laugh) Thank you. Don’t always believe
what you read in the papers, they exaggerate things. Hehehe.
Receptionist- (Laughs at the man’s dry humour.)
Man-I am here to see the president about joining the
Society. Is he in?
Receptionist- He is not in Sir, but I will give you a form
to fill which I will pass on to the President when he arrives. He will get back
to you. (She hands him a form to fill and directs to the very spacious and
lavishly decorated visitors room.)
Man sits and fills form. When he
gets to Occupation, he pause and chews the end of his gold pen. He considers
for a while. He writes “importer/Exporter”. He returns the filled form to the
receptionist and hand her a wad of cash. She appreciates him profusely as he
leaves. She sits in her chair and shakes her head. Arrogant men she met saw
them every day. One of the perks of her job. Good thing was their arrogance
made them give her money every day.
Francis is in his beach house relaxing. He was deep in
thought. He thought of how far he had come in one year. Just this time last
year, Banana Island sounded foreign to him. He was hawking gala at Ikeja under-bridge.
Life had been hard. He lived with seven friends in a shoddy little room close
to the bridge where he sold gala. He had come to Lagos two years before then to
work for an ‘oga’. He was a sales boy for his well-to-do cloth selling boss.
His boss used to go to China, Turkey, Dubai and many other countries to buy
clothes for his several boutiques. They had just gotten a warehouse full of new
goods, worth about 12million naira when the whole Balogun market based
warehouse had been ravaged by fire that December. When the boss heard, he had
gotten a heart attack. Business had gradually crumbled as the sales boy in
several stores had looted the boss’ goods. Francis had been laid off by the
boss’ wife despite his honesty. Francis
tried to raise capital from several friends and acquaintances but none offered
to help. While selling gala at the bridge, he had come across his friend who
had come from the village with him and had disappeared. He was now a big man
with cars and houses. He had shown Francis the ‘way’, and after the necessary
rites, sacrifices and rituals, the money had started to come in for Francis.
The girl that had been used for the ritual was still alive but in a comatose
state in a wardrobe in the ritual house. She had a pot on her head from which
Francis carried money from fortnightly.
Life for Francis was now good. His phone rang.
Life for Francis was now good. His phone rang.
Francis-Hello
Voice- Is this Mr.
Francis Nwanadi?
Francis- Yes. That is me. Who is this?
Voice- This is Mr. Geoffrey of the Lagos Elite Society. I got
your request for membership form.
Francis- Ah, Yes. I came by to the club this afternoon but
you were not in. How are you?
Geoffrey- Fine thank you Mr. Nwanadi.
Francis-No need for the formalities, just call me Francis.
Geoffrey- I called to tell you that your request into the
club has been denied by the board.
Francis-Ahan. But why? Do you know who I am?
Geoffrey-Look, you cannot be accepted into the club no
matter how much you have. We are an association of integrity, and we accept
only men of repute who are highly dignified and we know their fields. You
filled your occupation column with importer/exporter. Let’s be frank, we all
know that is a façade. Let’s save our time and not go back and forth with this.
You are denied access. When you start earning an honest living, do let us know.
Good day.
Francis-What does this rubbish mean, do you know who I am? That
your rubbish club. Because I am even laughing with you people. I will show you
who I am. Rubbish talk. In this….
Francis looks at the beeping phone in his hand. He bursts
into tears.
Like i said, this is for instance.
Like i said, this is for instance.
Real Success
Francis is seated in his beach house reminiscing. It had
been a long day at work. Whoever said that owning your own business was better
than working for someone lied. The headache
just wasn’t easy. Nobody could take your business serious as you. He had had to
monitor most things at the office himself despite having managers et al. He had
just paid back the loan he had gotten from a close friend to start up his
textile company and he did not want it to affect his company. Profits were good
and he wanted to keep it that way. He relaxed and thanked God and hard work for
achieving all that he had. It had been rough, but he had paid the price and
here he was. He had gone from the boy selling gala at under bridge Ikeja to the
major importer of textile in the country. His phone rang.
Francis; Hello
Voice; Good day Mr. Francis Nwannadi, my name is Geoffrey
Danus of the Lagos Elite society. Congratulations on the purchase of your new
fleet Sir.
Francis; Thank you. Please what can I do for you?
Geoffrey; I would like to invite you to be a member of the
Lagos Elite society. It would be a thing of pleasure and a great honour to have
you in our society Sir. A formal mail of request has been sent to you and we
would anticipate your response. Please feel free to come for any of our
meetings.
Francis; Oh. That is great. I will reply your mail as soon
as I can. Thank you, Mr. Danus.
Geoffrey. Thank you too Sir. Good day.
Francis stares at his phone. His heart was overwhelmed with
happiness. He called his mother.
Francis; Hello mama, thank you for all your prayers….
That to me, is real and unreal success. No matter how little
the price, it has to be paid to achieve success. You are truly successful when
your success can be related with. God bless our hustle.
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