...The SaintsAwards Project...

But unlike patience, the trap of desires and fulfillment has whittled down the golden quality of the human mind to control events of life. Now we lack control, we could hardly resist any heat, our rays are running dim on a regular basis, the pressure of desires, overwhelming and desires itself running our gold into dross.

But gold, priceless, ever useful and everlasting wouldn't have stood any test of time without an effort, painstaking effort against the heat, the pressures of digging it up from the earth that hid it from every human view and the stress of burnishing to keep the rays aglow.

I have a college degree like my other mates, the same class, the same test although different skills, years after graduation I learnt 80% of my other mates lived in a 'likely' fulfilled dreams and at the embrace of a public recognition of fulfillment. Then my girl left for reasons best known to the public and I got me another one and she left too and came back one day with flicks of one fulfilled mate driving her around town and having some fun in his SUV and another flicks of a dream apartment he lives in.
I paced round my apartment I consider normal with a glass of beer and sat over it... now like an average percentage of young people out there, I am going to rack my brain and come up with such ideas like "Either make it or die trying" or I am going to shrink into probable hopelessness and put on a 'Lazarus coat' and whine at how unfair life is and how I was born poor by a wretched unfortunate parent and never had any helping hand while I grow...But the truth is...

Time is the different between me and you...black or white, rich or poor, short or tall, fortunate and unfortunate. All over the world, there is a gold hiding under every earth even in the worst regions like in all hopeless situations of every man but the digging process, the heat and the stress of the burnishing, how many can withstand.

It cost timeless intervals of excessive burnishing to keep one tiny gold piece shining. The longer the force of pressure, the shinier, and when that tiny gold piece gets to the Jeweler's shop...It is priceless, everyone would love to have it...if that tiny piece of gold is a young man all the girls would like to have him, if he is a churchgoer, he might gain a seat at the pulpit like that tiny piece of gold standing in the showcase at the jeweler's shop...everyone, friend or foe will like to attach himself or herself to that tiny gold piece that was once hid from public view.
So in every life, there is a gold stuck into it called 'Destiny' and that destiny is ruled by time. Like the slow running clock on the wall, it keeps moving and must strike the 12 digit.

The ability to wait and let the clock move to its destination at its own pace is called 'Patience' and those who can't wait at that snail speedy movement of the time either 'Die trying' or 'Make it' to the prison, to the HIV heaven or worse still to an infamous end or a quick grave.

But that clock on the wall keep tickling and the hands keep moving and won't stop until it gets to its destination and the dawn of a man's day is the hour at which he is awake to the chime of that clock.
Peace!