Have you ever met someone for the first time and immediately you knew you were going to be friends? For me I have, as I walked into my room on my first day at the university, behold before me was a young man and I knew were destined to be best friends. You can say it was love at first sight.
From our first conversation, we realized we had so much in common, from our choice of food to our interest in football and adventure.
He loved ewa agoyin which was also my favorite food, after lectures we would walk to the restaurant as we purchased those succulent bread with ewa agoyin served with chilled ice tea. Ice tea is my favorite drink by the way. We would talk about everything over food, politics, and girls, argue who is better between Cristiano Ronaldo and Messi.
We planned our lives like we had a 1000 years to live and we would go out and live like that day was our last. We wanted our life to be adventurous, beautiful, we wanted to live.
But this is not one of those love stories, on 3rd of January 2015, as we were preparing to resume our final semester in the university, I got a strange call. Immediately I rushed to the hospital, my friend was sick and dying, I’ve not seen so many people at the point of death, but I’m sure none would have the joy he had. We still talked about life and I rubbed it on him how he never gets any girl.
Around 4am, I couldn’t feel any movement, one moment his heart beat, the next it wouldn’t, I checked his pulse and immediately ran to call the doctors and I watched as the machine went pim pim pim pimmmm. I cried my eyes out, but with every tear that dropped from my eye I would hear his last word whisper in my ear BEFORE YOU DIE,LIVE!!!
I brought this message to my loving mother who works round the clock; I remember asking her as a kid “mummy, why do we work”? she couldn’t answer so she hushed me inside “common, go inside” I asked out of sheer curiosity, my understanding of why we work was that we work to make money and the money was for our enjoyment, but it seems the more money we made the harder we had to work.
About a year ago, I asked her again, why do you work? Before she could hush me again I asked what do you really want. She mumbled she wanted to see the world, now she has seen some part of the part; apparently we still need work harder for her to see the world.
WHY DO YOU WORK?
The last time she returned from Aberdeen I asked her, why do you like traveling? She sounded like a motivational speaker “I travel so life won’t escape me! I was like 7y748
“Stop living your life as if the aim is to arrive safely at death, you’ll still die anyway, so before you die, live.”
There’s a lot we can achieve when we begin to live. Travel to that place you’ve always wanted to go, make that bold move, register for that course, ask that girl out
Let me ask you the same question I asked my mum, why do you work?
Today, I carry my best friend’s message and I pass it to you, BEFORE YOU DIE, LIVE!
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Author: Victor Adeyemo
Victor Adeyemo is a Leadership and high performance coach, an Event decorator and MC. He is the team leader of Leaders Digest