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Success is a relationship... Get closer not bolder



You think failure is hard?

Try success...

I tell you, success is harder.

It's the most hardest shii ever.

The easiest thing you can be is mediocre.

It's so simple being nothing.

It's so easy being average.

That's why we have so many average people.

The only competition average has is mediocre.

Failure is easier.

Living as a failure is the hard part.

But you see success?

That Nigga is hard!

Becoming successful is hard!

Living as a success is even harder!

Maintaining the success is still hard.

So if you are lazy.

Don't try to be successful.

You will fail!

Stick to simple, stick to mediocrity and thrive there.

It's familiar.

Build a community and exist there with your tribe.

Successful people are not average.

They don't rest.

They don't stop.

They are tough as a rock!

No matter how much their success smells!

You have no right to complain.

They worked hard for it.

While you were pinging and Whatsapping.

They worked night and day for it.

While you were Facebooking and snapchating with filters.

No matter how bad their success smells!

You should never mock or insult their success.

Cover your nose and mind your business!

A mediocre has no seat in the class of excellence!

Isn't it wonderful that it is always average that measures how outstanding should look?

It is always those that didn't audition for Big Brother Nigeria, that will advice and suggest how Miracle should spend his money or who CeeCee should date.

It is always the unemployed housewife that will insult Tokin Makinwa for her yansh surgery...

Is it your yansh?

The slayqueen that begs for money for subscription, wigs, clothes, bags, shoprite, pizza, and cold stone, is the one that will judge and condemn Tiwa Savage over Wiz Kid.

Is it your affair?

It is the fuckanizer and bet naija addict that will call Wiz Kid a useless father!

Meanwhile three girls has kids for him in the village and two has missed their period in the city.

It is the unemployed gang of jury that will sit and gossip Bobrisky and Tonto dikeh with fury...

Leave Bobrisky and Tonto Dikeh alone, they have food to eat and champagne to drink and even rinse their mouth with.

Bobrisky has bought a house for his mother, the only thing you bought for your mother is shame and grand children out of wedlock..

Leave those guys alone, they are celebrities.

You can never hurt them.

You will only fuel their popularity.

For them, all press is good press.

Whether bad or good, all press is good press.

You are like a fly trying to call out the elephant.

You will kill yourself and still not be noticed!

Your publicity is adding to their ratings and increasing their fan base.

Regina Daniels married a billionaire as 6th wife, her mother and brothers are happy!

But you, you are dating a broke guy who beats you and still cheats on you, but you are calling her a gold digger.

While dating an iron bender.

Tomorrow the husband will buy her the latest Rolls Royce and she will fly a private jet to Dubai...

You, aunty on the other hand will be driven inside keke to general hospital after the boyfriend has beaten you to a pulp because you caught him cheating with the girl that just wrote Jamb in your yard.

Average always thinks it has the right to measure success but never compete with it.

If you think success is easy.

Get it!

But as long as your definition of success is you clap-backing at stars on Twitter and Instagram, watching and monitoring their every step on Facebook but never their dreams and ambitions, you will die poor and small.

Success, like a house, has a plan but nobody will show you the plan, you can only see the finished house.

Except You get closer and step inside, then you can be shown the plan of the house.

Boldness won't open the door for you.

Neither will clapbacks.

Success will.

If Davido visits Wiz kid and ask him to show him his house plan, Wiz kid will proudly do so.

But Simi will not even allow you, a nobody near her gate, not to talk of coming in to ask for her house plan.

Success is a relationship.

Get closer not bolder.

Boldness without success is suicide.

Ask the goat who thought because it had horns it could fight the bull.

Instead of learning from  the hen which perches on the back of the horse and is left alone.

It died broken and hornless with no one to mourn it's defeat, save the vultures who cheered him on to death, and are now feasting on its decayed carcass.

The choice is yours



Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne
Authorpreneur
www.ofunneceo.blogspot.com

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