The or­a­tor was mag­nif­i­cent and the en­tire hall was spell­bound by the mas­ter­ful craft of in­to­na­tion, ges­ture, plat­i­tudes and com­mand of the english lan­guage. The au­di­ence, made up of top brass of the mil­i­tary in smart khakis, in­tel­li­gence of­fi­cers of the covert and not so opaque per­sua­sion plus a smat­ter­ing of high rollers in the cor­po­rate and gov­ern­ment ech­e­lons all sat in rapt at­ten­tion, their eyes a win­dow into the mind as imag­i­na­tion of the world be­ing de­scribed from the lectern whirled in their heads. The hope of a na­tion sat in at­ten­dance and a call to ac­tion was be­ing made to spur these lead­ers to ac­tion.

as the hall emp­tied out and peo­ple began to dis­perse, i couldn’t help but be sad­dened by what in­evitably oc­curred. just as ice be­gins to melt in sun­light and evap­o­ra­tion re­duces the liq­uid to va­por, so did ex­po­sure to the real­ity of the world they walked back into be­gin to erode their most re­cent utopian ex­pec­ta­tions. life, it seems, and the rig­ors thereof has a way of drain­ing the most optimistic of souls un­less they are ca­pa­ble of hold­ing onto some­thing with a higher call­ing than the out­comes of bat­tles faced from day to day. was the talk all fil­i­buster i won­dered or was there some­one in the au­di­ence, any­one, will­ing to rise up, take the man­tle in both hands, re­lease a bat­tle cry and de­liver this na­tion from its self an­ni­hi­la­tion.

The almighty god cre­ated a per­fect uni­verse, all in­tri­cately aligned to sus­tain life on earth. he then placed his most so­phis­ti­cated and won­der­fully made be­ing on earth to sub­due and dom­i­nate all of cre­ation but we stum­bled and fell in­tro­duc­ing death and de­cay. From then on till a date yet un­known, or­der and progress, con­quests and dis­cov­er­ies re­quire one, a sin­gle in­di­vid­ual, bold enough to see be­yond the ob­sta­cles, coura­geous enough to chal­lenge the norms and fear­less enough to go against the tide. lead­ers who carry a much higher call­ing than those around them and ca­pa­ble of ral­ly­ing even the most dis­heart­ened of men to per­form ex­ploits be­yond their imag­i­na­tion. with­out such, any speech, no mat­ter how great, re­gard­less of its mo­ti­va­tional pow­ers, will re­main mere words wait­ing for the one that will bring it to life. are you the one? May god in­spire you to lead where oth­ers fail to­day. For your com­ments, con­tri­bu­tions, con­nect with me here: @TonyeCole1 on Twit­ter.

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