What drives you?

A number of people, I know for sure, are already singing to the tunes of ‘Range Rover Sport’ and ‘BMW X6’ and ‘Benz Formatik’ as answers to the question: What drives you? Or maybe some people are thinking ‘what drives me? I drive myself.’ Or ‘oh, bro Fatai, our driver!’ Anyway, if you’re learned to a very little extent, you know just what I mean.

Let me take you through a personal story. As a child, I grew up among average people and was average myself. If you care to know, I grew up in Idimu. I know that’s a tush side compared to some slums in Lagos, but it was just average. There was no exposure as much, no malls, no cinema, no rich neighbors, just average tenants like ourselves. We ate our rice, and eba, and spaghetti. Pounded yam was reserved for some Saturdays when mum was very happy. Meatpie and sausages were not so much of a big deal, but when you got ice cream, you made sure all the area kids knew by smearing the cream on your lips. Sharwarma was for the rich people. Burger was for mum, but occasionally, we all got burger bites. Amusement parks were the Christmas and New Year thing, and that was where you got to show off your new clothes. (More posts about my childhood to come).

Fast-forward to high school (hhen, high school) and then university and I gained all the exposure I needed. Now levels don change 6/10. I got to meet the rich kids and those that had their childhood all perfect. I got to meet parents that wore rich jewelry and used lipstick like they just wanted to finish the tube content. I compared a lot of so-called wealthy mothers to my mum, and I concluded they were not so richer. They just had really richer husbands and highly diluted responsibilities. As a matter of destiny, that was not my mum’s portion. Though my mum could live their kind of life, she is saddled with so much family responsibility that she takes care of that first. So, I got a drive. My mum must not get old before I spoil her.

**MOTIVATIONAL PART **(Skip if e no consign you)

Now we both know the kind of drive I’m talking about. So what drives you? Is it your dead father that bequeathed all his property to your step-brother? Is it the girl in your life that you don’t want to suffer? Is it that as a woman you never want your children to suffer the way you did? I’m of the opinion that without a drive to achieve, one can only go as far. The reason why young achievers are so few is that we don’t realize the need to establish ourselves until the responsibilities come and, as a matter of compulsion, have to support ourselves. We don’t see the need to develop our talent until we’re twenty and need money to go to clubs, twenty-three and need money to fuel your fiancé-fiancée outings, thirty and need money to marry, thirty-two, and need money to feed the twins, and so on. I know that the lack of capital and ideas is a great impediment to even the fiercest of drives. I believe anyway, that with a drive, you may not achieve your dreams, but you’d be better than your present situation. So my advice is get a drive, and be inspired to achieved. This doesn’t just apply to money, but also to our sisters that are presently decamping from Sound Sultan’s Orobo crew but finding it difficult, and to the addicts, and so on.

END OF MOTIVATION

Usually, at the beginning of most motivational speeches, they always start with a definition, so I want to end with a definition. I went through my stash of forbidden, oh, forgotten books, to check my dictionary for the meaning of drive (I could as well have googled it abi).Well, It defines drive as “blah, blah, blah, blah….boring”. You don’t need that definition for anything. Take my definition; Drive is ginger, simple.