Humility pays

When a music lose its melody, it becomes a noise, no matter how loud it may sound.

When a food lose its taste, it does not gratify hunger, no matter how much of it is consumed.

When a man lose his moral value, his personality becomes unimportant and insignificant no matter how flamboyant he appears.

Show me a man who gallivants around shoulder-up and I will tell you the story of how Pride comes before destruction.

Be humble always; it is a good moral standard for a man to live by.

Akinsehinwa Damilola

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