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Your Talent is a mouldy bread

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Earlier this morning I had woken up with a crave for bread. My love love for bread can be likened to that between a dog and a bone. It explains why when I was a kid every time, bread got missing at home, the culprit was always me irrespective of if it had been proven or not.

 Yesterday, I was close to placing a bet on finishing a loaf but I had changed my mind because I could not  bear dwaddling like a duck all the way to work because of the heaviness of a full stomach. To my utter disappointment this morning, my bread had become mouldy. So I actually held 'a minute silence' to practically mourn my bread. That's how much I love it.

However you have something more valuable than bread that is gradually growing mould. Do you have a talent, dream or skill that you have kept lying low and praying to have mould grow on it? You indirectly wish that!

I should have put put a Readers Discretion before this post because this is not for everyone's consumption.

I am trying to soften up a little bit. Did you think about this and didn't bat an eyelid then all you have is a wish.

Or did you think about this and shudder? Then you have a dream, a skill, a talent but you are just not working towards it. Perhaps, you have not gone out of the way to make this work.

Permit me to share a secret. When I was younger, I was so curious about secret cults in Nigerian universities that I went all out to research about the dreaded Vikings. I needed to satisfy my curiosity, that thing is a little hungry monster.

In Norse mythology, Odin sacrificed an eye for wisdom. What are you willing to sacrifice to attain your dreams.

No one in this age and in his right senses will tell you to sacrifice an eye but till if you decide not to wake up to chase those dreams, skill or talent, it 'd just turn out like my mouldy bread.

Even the Holy Bible tells us  in Proverbs 22:29

Seest thou a man diligent in his business? he shall stand before kings; he shall not stand before mean men .
King James Version (KJV)

Wise men act right


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