Here lived a great street sweeper who did his job well.

I finally came to closing down my facebook account after I saw it was just a means of creating a bunch of lazy, monitor-glued, sit-glued , none-productive humans being. I decided to take up reading to cater for the endless hrs I was spending on facebook. Tis true what they say, "the fastest way to get rid of an addiction is by finding another one."

From my newly (not really newly, but more of a habit that needed to be returned) acquired habit of book reading, I picked a copy of Ben Carson book 'Think Big' and started page after the other. Reading how the author gave nothing but the best reminded me of the words our reverend/civil right activist. He said,

"If you are called to be a street sweeper, sweep streets even as Michelangelo painted, or Beethoven composed music, or Shakespeare wrote poetry. Sweep streets so well that all the hosts of heaven and earth will pause to say, 'Here lived a great street sweeper who did his job well."

So in whatever u decide to do, just give it ur all....and all the hosts of heaven and earth will pause to say, "Here lived a great street sweeper who did his job well."

That untill that day

Freedom is one of the expensive commodities in this world, mostly paid for with guns and blood of the patriots. Though it is the essence of every man to be free, the right is like a myth to most pple; to be thought of but not experienced. But the day when we all can say we are free was best described by HIS EMPEROR HAILEE SELASSIE when he said;

"That until the philosophy which holds one race superior and another inferior is finally and permanently discredited and abandoned: That until there are no longer first class and second class citizens of any nation: That until the colour of man's skin is of no more significance than the colour of his eye: That until the basic human right are equally guaranteed to all without regard to race; That until that day, the dream of lasting peace and world citizenship and rule of international morality will remain but a fleeting illusion, to be pursued but never attained: And until the ignoble and unhappy regimes that hold our brothers in Angola, in Mozambique and in South Africa in subhuman bondage have been toppled and destroyed: Until begoty and prejudice and malicious and inhuman self interest have been replaced tolerance and good will: Until all Africans stand and speak as free beings, equal in the eyes of all men, as they are in the eyes of Heaven: Until that day the African continent will not know peace: We Africans will fight, if necessary, and we know we shall win, as we are confident in the victory of good over evil"

Until that day that all men can say we are free, I can never be free, until that day when all can say, express and show what they think without fear, I can never be totally free. I can never be what I ought to be until you are what u ought to be.