The Lion King Magazine | January - March 2015 - page 57

The Lion King | 57
Poems
The entrepreneur always
searches for change, re-
sponds to it, and exploits
it as an opportunity.
Peter Drucker
There is only one boss. The
customer. And he can fire
everybody in the compa-
ny from the chairman on
down, simply by spending
his money somewhere else.
Sam Walton
I dream of the realization
of the unity of Africa,
whereby its leaders com-
bine in their efforts to solve
the problems of this con-
tinent. I dream of our vast
deserts, of our forests, of all
our great wildernesses.
Nelson Mandela
It is unwise to be too sure of one’s own wisdom.
It is healthy to be reminded that the strongest
might weaken and the wisest might err.
Mahatma Gandhi
We have come to realize
that quantity is not the issue,
it is quality. Not just about
MBAs but about employees
who are the products of
functional education.”
Tony Elumelu
Quotes
Holding on the thin line,
Like someday, there’s going to be
much grain
Watching the tides and current as they
roll
My feet are cold, but I try to be bold
Screaming in silence with my mouth
closed.
Everywhere I see is light, but in front of
me is gloom.
With this lies strength,
With it lies weakness
Because only with it, you hardly can
judge
Waiting for the Moses; when on your
heart, it is inscribed,
Floating like Mosses; being suspended
by hypnosis,
You await the feeder, yet you’ve got
the yam, the knife, the hands only but
hinder.
Awaiting the teacher, but leaving
experience in the winter
You hear the preacher, but hardly listen
to the words that linger.
Why do we feel so much pain, why do
we feel so much hate,
Why do we feel so much hurt, but yet
resign to fate?
Many things to contain the human
mind, yet without grace; almost nothing
to curtail it
You can’t judge me now, because I’m
still silent.
Don’t know if you’ve heard a thing but
silence.
TGIF Aftermath
By Chinedum Akpala
After cheerful jumps and tumbles
The screaming and yelling
His head eased into a jungle
Of liquor and fumes
Tottering home before it got to light
With eyes half closed and belabored
With little take home delight
Comes the happy – go – lucky Lad in a
fuzz
Driving home on auto-drive
Daddy gets a call at an odd hour
As doctors struggle to save his life
Will he make it alive or cower?
Who takes the blame for these tears?
The spirit, the happy hour or his peers?
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