I was having a drink one night and someone called my name. He was my x student. I had this crisis where I felt one of my business ventures was heading south but this 'boy' gave me a slap on the wrist. He told me that the certificate he'd obtained from my 'department' had landed him a job. I was surprised to hear that and for your information, he was not a favourite student in the school but I did not favour my 'disciples,' I went on bombarding them with chunks of words everyday. From observatory skills to muscle memory skills. Now he'd become an important human capital to his employer and to the nation in general. He might not earn much but his smile signifies an achievement. I could sense that. I personally prefer training low achievers than high floating mechanized 'parrots' fully laden with volatile gas. Self-inflated parading paraphernalia so to speak. Once inflated, they'll never set their eyes to look at those who'd help them staying afloat, away from the crooked unforgiving tree branches.
