
Once, I used to have a poor self-esteem that made me quite withdrawn. I was my best friend, my gossip mate, my everything. Outside, I was sizzling, but inside, I was dwindling. If you’ve been there, you’d agree it’s not a place anyone would want to be. So I sought for a way out. Solution. Get busy. And men, did I get busy! But getting busy didn’t quench the distorted view I had of myself. Something else did. Discovering purpose. We’re not talking of Purpose today, but of the way people coat their potsherd.