I spent most of yesterday at or around the Corporate Affairs Commission at Yaba. That has got to be one of the busiest places in Lagos, rarely ever a lull in business. It's so busy that it spills to the environs, and everyone and their mothers have found a way to make a buck from "CAC runs". To be frank I'd not been there in a while and a lot had changed. The customer service lady i used to do a lot of work with in the past has been promoted high up, and she's gone from a size 18 to a size 12. I can no longer pay stamp duties there, it's got to be somewhere on the island. And oh, business name forms are no longer written on but typed on.
This news, with a few others had me running round and round like a cockroach under floodlight. I was all over the place, CAC and then high court, and then some dingy office somewhere around to do things I could only do in dingy places, then back to CAC, then some koro behind the court... It brought to mind something that's been a theme for the past few days. Hard work.
During this process I said to a friend and senior colleague, this isn't the life, I don't believe I'm going to have to toil and sweat like someone at the gallows to make 'it'. He, a natural born hustler, the type that leaves the office at 5pm and heads straight to Jibowu to board a night bus to attend to some charge and bail murder case in Onitsha the next day, after which he would immediately hop on another bus back to lagos, no matter the time of the day and head straight to the office, or which ever place he can get butter on his bread, looked at me and scoffed.
We argued back and forth about this. I pointed out that "working smart" was more likely to get you rich faster than "working hard". Somewhere during this argument I told him about the chorister that pastor Paul Adefarasin handed Range Rover keys to and pointed out that God's grace also makes (rich), not necessarily hardwork. This irritated him even more; what is someone who probably cannot pay the rent to his one bedroom flat to do with a Range Rover? Where's the sense in giving a struggling young man a brand new Range Rover? Do you know how much the maintenance costs? Can he even park it where he lives? Even God will be unhappy with Paul Adefarasin for that. Acts like these only foster the laziness in this generation, one ought to work hard in order to make it.
I don't disagree with that, my only problem was that his idea of "work hard" seemed synonymous with "suffer", and I nicely jump am pass. Lol.
So I asked him, I've known you for some years and you've been doing this. Are you to tell me that when you were called to the Bar this was your dream? He said he loves this grind and wouldn't have it any other way, and I find I've been thinking; given the opportunity to get paid a lot of money for a job you don't really like, yet one that takes care of all your bills and some, or the option to pursue your dreams yet spend most of your life "managing", which would you choose? If you had to choose between a unpleasant job that pays you very good money, and pursuing your passion which doesn't pay you much, which would it be?
Yes, I know passion can bring about wealth but I'm asking what you would pick if you had to choose.