One Solitary Life

One Solitary Life

He was born in an obscure village, the child of a peasant woman. He grew up in another obscure village, where he worked in a carpenter shop until he was thirty.

Then for three years he was an itinerant preacher.

He never set foot inside a big city.

He never traveled two hundred miles from the place he was born.

He never wrote a book, or held an office.

He did none of these things that usually accompany greatness.

While he was still a young man, the tide of popular opinion turned against him.

His friends deserted him.

He was turned over to his enemies, and went through the mockery of a trial.

He was nailed to a cross between two thieves.

While he was dying, his executioners gambled for the only piece of property he had – his coat.

When he was dead, he was taken down and laid in a borrowed grave.

Nineteen centuries have come and gone, and today his is the central figure for much of the human race.

All the armies that ever marched, and all the navies that ever sailed, and all the parliaments that ever sat, and all the kings that ever reigned, put together have not affected the life of man upon this earth as powerfully as this “One Solitary Life.”

— Author Unknown

Happy holidays to you and your family – Biodun Samuel Adepetu.

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About Biodun3

Biodun Samuel Adepetu lives in Lagos, Nigeria with his wife and friend of over twelve years, his multi-cultural neighbours, and their innocent but exciting children, in a simple African neighbourhood with everyday sounds, sights, and smell. He too has had his share of Western education, first at the University of Ife (now Obafemi Awolowo University), then at the University of Ado-Ekiti, both in Nigeria. He is also a professional member of the National Institute of Marketing of Nigeria, the Institute of Chartered Accountants of Nigeria, and the Project Management Institute, Pennsylvania, USA. He loves reading, writing, music, travelling, and photography.
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