Today, I participated in a witty exchange of banter in our closed work group.
When you walk into the arena, there is only one rule – keep swinging.
If there is anything that can be thrown at you, it will. Never cower , never stop – keep swinging.
Everyone is watching how well you take a hit, and how swiftly you return with one – keep swinging.
When the dust has settled in the arena, chin up and walk away – still swinging.
Whatever you do – keep swinging.
I am thankful for my days of training in Sapele, Portharcourt, Festac and Benin. I was baptized in the waters and roasted on the streets. Wherever you choose as an arena, we die there.
