The Intermission…

I have a view of my life in such a way that I don't care about the past, all I care about is a better future for myself. All I cared about was living my dream life and always having a nice time. There are times when I would have a square meal for the day, and there are times I wouldn't even have anything for the day. I just believe that’s how the day happens to be for me.

One thing is trying our best to achieve some things in life, and another thing is getting them accomplished. Trying to put one’s self together to make their dreams come to pass is not an easy task. I have been so grateful to be blessed with a nice and caring parent.

I never knew how caring dad was until I grew older. All my thoughts about him as a child and teenager were that he was just some kind of wicked soul who had no care for his child. He keeps claiming that he is so disciplined but there is no atom of friendliness within him. I wonder if that's the kind of father I will choose to be to my kids.

Dad was a great man, something I later got to find out as I grew up. One day he asked me to tag along to his workplace and I got to start and end the day with him at work. Ooh. I was happy but not fully happy because it was kinda difficult to express myself to him.

He works as a transporter, delivering goods from one part of the country to another with his vehicle. After sitting for a few hours I heard my name.

Seun! Seun! Lets go!

Oooh, it's time to work myself out. I had mixed feelings.

You can tell from my look that I was happy and tired all at the same time.

Get in the vehicle and close the door well, Dad said.

Okay, sir!

We drove down to the store, where we were to load and offload 150 bags of chicken feed from a distributor to a farm. The distributor happened to have chosen my dad as his delivery agent, so we started by loading the feed into the truck. This is when I began to have a soft heart toward my dad.

Despite his age, he was carrying the bags without anyone’s aid and I couldn't even lift one all by myself, not until he assisted me. Out of the 150 bags, I think I carried about 10 bags and he was the one that carried the rest.

The experience taught me to be a man and also appreciate every man out there and what it takes to be a responsible man.

Time flew and I was out of the university, I chose agriculture as my career path. Then I was on the outlook for where I can have my training before kick-starting any form of practice on my own. All of the farms I applied to turned me down and I was still on the outreach for more.

One day, Dad remembered his distributor friend who they happened to have built a good friendship and trust in each other. He asked us to pay a visit to him and we realized he even got what I had been looking for. He attended to us well and told us he would get back to us.

After about 6 months I didn’t hear anything from him, then it was time I went to learn it elsewhere. Dad was so disappointed in his so-called friend. He thought a friend in need was a friend indeed. But that wasn’t the case here.

I focused on my training and submitted and dedicated myself to it. I never cared about the stress and hard times I faced while at it. Then at some point, I started linking up with others. The first person to take me in was my boss's friend who happened to be a fish breeder too. He accepted me with all his hands and then he gave me the best from his practices.

With time I later found out that my boss's friend who happened to take me in as an apprentice under him was the one who trained my dad’s friend who was the distributor.

What a coincidence. He never allowed me under him but when things happened I was accepted by the one who was better than him. Dad heard about it and was so grateful I could learn from a better source, but he wasn’t resentful towards his friend. That's a part of life he always told me.