Vision In Action 1
Good morning and welcome to Leading Right. My name is Abiodun Fijabi.
It was Robert Greenleaf that said, “Nothing much happens without a dream. And for something great to happen, there must be a great dream. But much more than a dream is needed to bring it to pass.”
Are you genuinely concerned about making the difference to the society? And do your hearts resonate with a vision to achieve this concern? Then you must be determined to put the vision to work. As vital as a dream is to the transformation of our society, we need more than a dream to actualize it. Concerted action must back up a dream to give it the wings on which it can fly. A dream without concerted action is a mere wishful thinking.
I learnt this in a hard way as a little child. I shared mom’s room with my three siblings. There was only one bed, which mom obviously took. The rest of us slept on mat. I remember a dream I had on one cold night. I was on a big stage receiving an award for an achievement that I can not now remember. It must have been an Olympic year or something and I must have been impressed by the medal presentation ceremonies I head on the radio. We had no television back then. As I took my seat on the well upholstered seat, I had a gentle pat on my back. Well, I thought it was the kind of pat you receive from a friend after a brilliant performance. I changed my mind when the gentle pat gave way to a slap. I was dazed. In this state of daze, I heard a familiar voice. I could not believe it at first. It took another heavy slap to jolt me out of my daze. I opened my eyes slightly and took in the ceiling of my room. Then my eyes caught the sparse furniture and lastly my mom standing determinedly over me, a bowl of water in hand. Whatever doubt I had about that fizzled away as she attempted to pour water on my head. “Son, if you don’t stand up right now, I shall empty this bowl of water on your head.”
I shifted on the mat – away from my mom. The accompanied pain from the hard mat was a far cry from the pleasure of the upholstered chair I sat on a while ago. I let out a cry. It was a cry of frustration. I protested but mom ignored my protest and dragged me to the bathroom. She meticulously worked the African sponge on my body. I cried through the ritual of bathing, dressing and eating. Mom gave me her first smile after when she put my school bag around my neck. She called me by my alias and sang my praises. The next moment, I was in the middle of bigger boys as we began the three-mile walk to school. I was probably eight and I was cursing the person who started the idea of school. I hated mom for scuttling my dream and looked forward to another night of dream without mom’s intervention. It was a luxury I never had. Looking back, I am glad I woke up from my dream and was helped to put my dream into action.
Dear listener, no matter how great your dream is, it stands no chance of helping you to make that significant contribution you desire to make to the society or become all that God has ordained you to be until you roll out of your bed and go to work. Be determined to do that today and give momentum to your dream.


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