Be Prepared!

Late Stella Obasanjo, the wife of the former President of Nigeria, OlusegunObasanjo attended a programme close to where she obtained her Secondary School education. After the programme, while stepping out of the venue, she heard somebody shouting from behind, "Aunty Star!,

Aunty Star!, Aunty Star!..........."

This was the name her juniors in school used to call her while she was in Secondary School.

She turned around and saw the woman beckoning at her, and ordered her escorts to allow her to pass through.

The woman informed her that she was one of her juniors while they were in school.

Her Excellency was so pleased to meet her. The woman took the opportunity to plead with Stella to assist her as she was a widow and was suffering with her children.

Her Excellency, being a very compassionate woman asked her to name what she wanted her to do for her. The woman replied to her by saying "Anything". This question was put to her again and she repeated the same answer! So Her Excellency instructed one of her escorts to give the woman #50,000. After which, she gave the woman her private number and asked her to call her in two weeks, that she was about to travel out and that by then, she should have thought out exactly what she wants her to do for her.

The woman went home rejoicing and even went to testify in Church.

However, before the 2 weeks elapsed, Stella Obasanjo died abroad while undergoing surgery!

Crying??

LESSONS!

â€¢ Always know what you want in life...and don't settle for anything less.

â€¢ Success occurs when preparation meets opportunity.

Opportunity is a visitor, when it visits you, try to maximize it as it may never come visiting again.

Thank you for reading and most importantly, please apply it as you go forward.

â€” Oritsegbubemi Adrian Edema

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Kolawole Solomon

When my pen bleeds, expressions are kept close to my heart, and as it bleeds the words from deep within through my writings, I discover I have created art. I display a piece of my soul. This is my work, my blood, and it should be an object of pride, no matter how much it is criticized or praised.