Here lies Olukunle Alabetutu who invested all his potential to the service of mankind
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Here lies Olukunle Alabetutu who invested all his potential to the service of mankind
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The universal infinte intelligence (God) is the main source of my inspiration, also i draw strenght from every sublime soul through their words and quote and books they have written
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1.Dream concrete tangible realizable dream.
2.write your dream down
3.Work, pray,confess,dedicate,be grateful,become obseesed with your dream.
Five years ago, i just graduated from school i dont a have job, i dont have a house of my own, i am a scotter, i even sleep on mat, in a boys quarter rented by my uncle with a family of five, unfotunatley for me my uncle the bread winner also lost is Job.
There and then i got fire up by a book written by David Yongi Cho "Power of Fourth Dimension" I wrote four major things i wanted which are
1.A good Job (Banking)
2. 3 Bedroom Flat
3.Family of Four
4.A BMW car 3 series
Today all have come to pass i leave in the 3 bedroom flat, i have a family of four, I have a car and i work in a bank
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I am not bothered by what people think abuot me, i dont give much thought to it. I am answerable first to me and to my God.
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I love playing with various tools mechanical,carpentary infact if any household machine malfunction i will be the one to repair it.
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)
A PSALM OF LIFE
WHAT THE HEART OF THE YOUNG MAN
SAID TO THE PSALMIST
TELL me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream ! —
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Life is real ! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal ;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way ;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle !
Be a hero in the strife !
Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant !
Let the dead Past bury its dead !
Act,— act in the living Present !
Heart within, and God o'erhead !
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time ;
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate ;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.
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My passion is in reading, preaching, talking i will like to take lecturing,preaching job to be able to impart wisdom to the incoming generation
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