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I grew up in a rural area where farm work was our means of livelihood. I don't mean the backyard type of farming; we cultivate large expanses of land, planting cassava, corn, yams, melons, etc. My dad doesn't fancy the idea of using laborers to do the work on the farm because he has us around. It used to be frustrating, and it's still frustrating how he drags us to the farm to clear thick bush during clearing season, dig whole holes for planting season, and weed grasses endlessly (this one never ends).
But he has a way of making us feel food; he prepares delicious farm food whenever we go... you won't understand this if you're a rich kid. If a trap catches bush meat, then it's heaven on Earth.
Just like I said, we never liked the experiences of hard work, especially the waist pain that makes us walk like a pregnant woman after an endless work in the farm. But in all these, we gained a lot of experiences that ordinarily people would pay for lectures to pass through. Aside from this, we became very strong, and with this, we can survive any hard work.
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For those of you that have seen my photo, I'm very slim, like a breeze could sweep me off, and coupled with my light complexion... which gives a notation of "laziness.
But I've told some of my friends that I'm not an "ajebo"...I'm from the street.
I've been looked down in many cases because of my stature, especially for work, and they would quickly conclude that I'm lazy.
Let me share this...
During my third year in school, there was a time I struggled heavily on finance, so I decided to meet someone of my hustler friends to tag along on their next move. These friends into manual labors like farming clearing and bricklaying works.
"Guy, you can't do this kind of work na," This was what one of them replied because they judged me by my look. I pleaded with them to just try me out and see. They agreed and scheduled the following day for bush clearing.
The day came, and we moved to the bush we were to clear.
They divided the land into three equal parts because we were three. One of them suggested that they should reduce mine to enable me to cope, but I objected so it wouldn't turn to mockery at the end.
We entered and began to clear. Although it had up to two months that I last handled Cutlass, but I was able to finish before these people and helped them to clear their portions.
They were all surprised at the speed I used in finishing the work, and ever since then, their orientation changed.
This same thing happened when I met some guys to join them in excavating a soakaway pit. They laughed at me and said I don't have the stamina to withstand such work.
Mehn, they finally agreed for me to join them after 20 minutes of pleading.
We did the work, and all of them were taking turns drinking water every 10 minutes, and I was laughing at their laziness. They marveled at my strength that day.
Sometimes, it's not about the look or strength but the experience you have in a particular work.
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