Mama Odhiambo, my primary school mate has been selling vegetables by the road side since we were young kids. She is a widow and mother of four boys. I like to think we went to a descent primary school, and I know for a fact that Odhiambo went to one of the best secondary schools in this country. He is currently well settled in his career as an accountant, and when you hear money does wonders to a not so appealing face, Odhiambo has turned out to be one dashing young man.
I passed by the road where mama Odiambo sold her vegetables. She was still there, chopping some sukuma as she made small talk with her customers. In amazement, I decided to ask how she did it. How she had managed to raise four responsible and well doing men from a local vegetable kibanda.
‘Consistency’ she answered.
Mama Odhiambo challenged me. She made me understand that I don’t have to be good at something; I just need to be passionate about it, passionate enough to do it again and again. Even when I don’t do it best until when I get it right. After all, experience is the best teacher. With time I am more likely to become better at whatever I am doing. I will build trust and expertise just by being consistent.
Mama Odhiambo taught me consistence beyond my feelings, to push my limits, because if the universe sees your struggle, it will in a way reward you for it.
Today I wish to share consistency. Dare to push yourself to get somewhere. Even when it doesn’t seem to work, keep pushing. You can try from different angles, but you cannot stop. Whatever you decide to do, keep moving, do not give up.