The next ten years won’t come and meet you in the same place, when it returns to you with posts left vacant by dead soccer maestros, deceased cardio surgeons and business magnates who are no more.

It won’t come back to hear excuses of a relationship partner who shattered you, of parents who could not afford your education, or friends who did not support your business.

Ten years will return. It will return and find you at an intellectual gym where you are weightlifting books and burning calories of ignorance, with a bright head, lit and ablaze with ideas and with hands toughened by years of consistent training in the field you wish to master tomorrow.

You will not sit idly today and burn with envy tomorrow as your close friends take their places of honour in society. You will get up, you will wake up early, and you will grind and grind till you can feel pain no more.

Because ten years is coming. It is coming for you, to take you to a table of men, to a spotlight, a seat of honour, a place masses are dying for the gifts inside you. You are the solution they’ve been praying and crying for, for years.

How prepared are you? How prepared are you to take over? Ten years is coming.