W I S D O M . . .

 

Wisdom is arguably the most important thing a man ought to have. However, the process of acquiring it, many a time, is hard and painful. To illustrate this, I will ope up to the world. I will use myself as an example. This is my story. I suggest you take a pen and paper as you get ready to right notes. Better yet, open a word document and copy paste the important points.

This happened about 10 years ago. All this happened in one day. Chilly morning it was, I was late for class. It was an English class. I walk into class and my teacher starts to speak to me.
Teacher: If I am to forgive you, you will have to answer a question.
Me: Sure, shoot the question
Teacher: Give me an example of a coincidence.
Me: Sir, my mother and father got married on the same day, same time.

He sent me out of class. I obeyed. Wisdom. Obedience can only spring from wisdom. The previous night had been long so I didn’t mind. I went to rest in the library. On leaving, the CRE teacher walked in, I followed. I settled down. The effects of the previous night caught up with me so I couldn’t help but doze off.
Teacher: Sleepy head, you know you can’t sleep in my class
Me:( I wasn’t fully awake) I know miss. But if you were a little bit more quiet, I would.

Immediately after that statement I knew I had messed but I knew it was too late to correct my statement. After smacking my face, she instructed me to kneel down. I didn’t mind for wisdom says, no pain no gain.

It was merely 10 am yet my day had acquired an ugly face.

After that, the time table read Art and Craft. The instructor walked in and found my knees having communion with the ground. An explanation raised to him brought him to the understanding that I had exhibited rudeness. He shook his head, then asked me to sit.

Teacher: Before anything else, everyone hand in your work.
The utterance of those words jogged my memory into he day he had dished out the assignment. I hadn’t done it. After everyone settled he asked me:
Teacher: Fella, what happened to your work
Me: (Mumbling to myself) I made it into a paper plane and someone hijacked it.

Before I could clearly articulate my reason, the class snitch amplified my statement. I was kicked out of class again. That resulted in my heading to the library to fight stupidity. I made my return to class during the science lesson.

The topic bing tackled was ‘Blood Circulation’ The instructor explained exquisitely. Following that, he had to test the level of comprehension of the subject matter by the class. He asked:
Teacher: Now students, if I stood on my head the blood, as you know, would run into it and I should turn red in the face.
Class: Yes sir, (though some people said truuee)
Teacher: Then why is it that while I am standing upright in the ordinary position the blood doesn’t run into my feet?
Me: It’s because your feet ain’t empty.

She couldn’t take the joke. Consequently, by her was I directed to the senior teacher’s office where, i found the other teachers as well. I was the subject of discussion. None of them was loyal. My punishment was to mop the grass. It was the rainy season, the grass lawns were not as clean. I later had to report to the principal.

The principle slapped me with a suspension!! Can you believe that!!!!!!!!

As I walked out of his office, I met this girl. Pretty frustrated:
Me: Isn’t the principal a flat faced, thick headed, baboon minded dummy?
Girl: Well do you know who I am?
Me: Nope
Girl: I am the principal’s daughter
I was speechless for a while. She started walking into the office so I pulled her back to ask . . .
Me: And do you know who I am?
Girl: No
Me: Thank God!!!

   W I S D O M . . .

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