My mum put in close to 30 years of service and you can still see her eyes beam with joy and passion when she speaks about those times.
From home deliveries, to random night duties at different homes, she served that community with her heart and soul, but her stay there would be short lived after her boss convinced her to take a job in Abuja (long before it was made the capital of Nigeria). She was content where she was, but unknown to her, her boss had already submitted her name for the job and she had to leave.
The day she left, the whole village came to bid her farewell in tears. She left not only with memories and lot of love, but also with gifts of fresh farm produce, livestock and what not. They escorted the car on foot until it left the village.
From the man she saved who was left half dead after a hit and run, (His family would later return to say thanks.) to the random man I met in our living room one night who said “Your mum saved my son’s life.” (The incident happened even before I was born.) And there are many more stories.
You may ask what is the point of these story? It is certainly not to blow my mum’s trumpet, (although quite frankly it is something I will be always proud to do) but mum is the template of a successful woman, she’s a definition of success. At least my template and my definition.
What is your definition of success ? Wealth? Fame? Money? Buying your mama a house? A fat pay cheque at the end of every month? Exotic trips around the world? Fast cars?
Everybody has his or her definition of success, but if yours has YOU alone at the center of it, then I suggest you think again.
What are your talents and gifts? What are you passionate about? Are you using these for the good of others and for the glory of God,are you blessing people with your life? Is success all about you and you alone ?
These are questions we should ask ourselves very often.
If at the end of my life, I didn’t live for the good of my neighbour and for the glory of God then I have failed no matter the wealth, prestige or fame attached to my name and everything in between that the world defines as success.
God’s purpose for your life is OUTSIDE of you. Realizing and living this truth,is the journey to success.
Zeze and I went to the same secondary school in Nigeria. She was a couple of grades/ classes below mine. She was one of those lovely junior girls, very cheerful, respectful and God-fearing. Zeze is just a year or less away from being a medical doctor. I’m glad she yielded to my begging and pleading for her to be a guest blogger here. (But what really does that mean for my blog of less than a thousand followers? SMH)