Festivals come and go in almost every place I know,and so it's a pleasant thing to me as I recall an incident in my childhood memories.It occured during the period of the annual festival dubbed ' Deer Festival' by the people in the area of the little big town where my father lived,and worked when I was a little boy.
The sun shines so bright for most part of the year in the place of my birth,and so it happened on this fateful sunny afternoon whiles taking a break from playing with some of neighbourhood kids.We usually took turns running around playing hide and seek,or going behind the house and climbing orange,tangerine or mango trees to pluck ripe fruits and have fun cracking jokes,and telling stories to eachother on holidays.
The house was quiet 'cause my siblings were having their siesta and I was riding my two-seater-tricycle in the balcony.Suddenly,I overheard my dad scolding a labourer who took care of his poultry farm,and large backyard garden with a lump-sum advice in a friendly way.
Labourer Issifu had been on and off in his attendance for work for sometime now,although he begun his services on a good note from the onset.The impressive promptness to work and outstanding display of discipline and diligence was gradually waning down.
Good praise and tokens of noteworthy appreciations is good for most people but can lead to a familiarity of satisfaction in contempt,resulting in uncalled for laxities and situations of taking things for granted.'It's always good not to let the pride of being good get too much into your head'.
My dad being a gentleman in many ways,and not wanting to proceed outrightly with drastic measures that the previously dedicated labourer's sudden change of behaviour and attitude calls for,had decided to give him the benefit of the doubt to his growing excuses with a precautionary reprimanding word of advice.
He admonished him whiles sipping his favourite lavish beer of old saying,'life is like a festival of conducts and products'.There is no way you can have one without the other in any endeavour.And like a journey,some begin so well and end so poorly,whiles others operate on the vice versa and so forth and so on...Nonetheless,the ideal pattern of living a worthy life speaks for itself in every way possible indicatiing so truly that, it's always good to celebrate the success of all you do in the wellfare of each and everything that you that you do all the time...
I kept the piece of advice he gave him on that festive occasion in mind,and up to date,often reflect on it acknowledging the fact that,indeed success is not what we get,but rather what we do in all that becomes of me and you. - CBJ.