ZORRO
Wheel of Fortune
A couple of years ago, there was a programme on Ghanaian television called “agoro’’ –vernacular for ‘game’. Contestants had to answer questions after which they had a chance at spinning the wheel of fortune. You couldn’t be too sure of the wheel’s outcome. A contestant could walk away with everything up for grabs, or worse, nothing- it all depended on the wheel.
Sometimes, we give up the control of their lives to the wheel of life, coming from a reactive instead of a proactive stance. We take whatever life offers, making ourselves feel better by comparing ourselves with average. If we get an opportunity, fine. If not, we sit and wait, content with where the wheel ended. Whatever happened to being deliberate about our lives? Whatever happened to using the sky as a stepping stone, instead of the limit?
Maxwell is my friend. Maxwell loathes his job. Maxwell says going to work gives him the same horrible feeling he used to have on Monday mornings when he was in class two, because of ‘mental’. The kind of feeling that gives you a temperature though you are far from ill, and makes you wish morning assembly will never end. Maxwell works in a bank in Accra. He likes the job security, and God bless his boss for the regular pay checks but when his car nears his office compound, he wishes he’ll have a runny tummy so he can go back home and duck beneath his blanket. He wants to be an entrepreneur and deal in spare parts. People tell him he’s crazy to think of quitting the ‘dream job’ at the bank to work in Abossey Okai. I ask: do spare parts have to be in Abossey Okai? Can’t we have ‘airport spare parts”?
I feel his frustration. There are many like him, who are marking time for various reasons. It could be fear of what people will say, or perhaps, family pressure. Doubt holds him captive, and uncertainty chains him to a desk where he debits and credits clients’ accounts. I don’t know how long Maxwell will remain at the bank. Before long, he’ll be 58, with arthritis, and the spare parts nothing but a lost dream. He’ll probably be a senior officer with a lot of money but an unfulfilled destiny and unhappy soul.
Maybe you’re like my friend. Ralph Waldo Emerson totally agrees with me on this, when he says that “the world makes way for the man who knows where he is going.” Don’t let life’s wheel spin and dictate your life. Decide to make your life what you want it to be. We’re not creatures of chance. We can create our destiny. It is possible. Like the sympathisers of FONKA would echo, “Be Bold”.
When Maxwell gets enough spunk to begin his spare parts business, I’ll link you up with him. I’m sure you’ll be pleased with his service at ‘airport spare parts’.
*FONKA-( Friends of Nana Konadu Agyeman Rawlings, sympathizers of a political group in Ghana)
*Mental- a math oral test in which students had to recite off-head answers to maths questions