Creative Endeavour For The Logical Mind - Adewale J. Lawal

Creative Endeavour For The Logical Mind (eBook)

How To Go From Engineer to Entrepreneur

Adewale J. Lawal (Autor)

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2019 | 1. Auflage
200 Seiten
10-10-10 Publishing (Verlag)
978-1-77277-298-2 (ISBN)

Creative Endeavour of the Logical Mind is written by Mechanical Engineer turned Entrepreneur and online marketer, Adewale Lawal. In this book Adewale unravels what were, for him, the mysteries of marketing at the outset of his quest and has sequenced the strategies he used to shift a technical mind towards more creative endeavours.

Chapter 1

Engineer to Entrepreneur

The main quote that impacted me while growing up was:

“I’m trying to find out in life where yours ends and mine begins. You live in me, and I in you. I am proud to be your son and will always and forever love and honour you. I am so proud and honoured to be your son.” – from Ken Sara Wiwa’s son.

This is because he grew up without his father for much of his life (he was killed for political reasons), much like I grew up without my father, who unfortunately died at an early age. In life, we all go through challenges, but it is what we do to overcome these challenges that makes us who we are.

School

My family tended to travel around the globe to exotic countries surrounding the Arabian, Red, and Mediterranean Seas, after I was born, as my father was in the Navy. Finally, settling back in Nigeria, I was sent to Corona School, in Ikoyi. I remember very little about going to this school, except the school uniforms: the bright red shorts; the red and white, checkered, short-sleeved shirts; and the brown sandals; with white, knee-high socks. These were the days of joviality, reckless fun, and innocent minds. Going to school was such fun, travelling in large state cars and limousines.

We lived in a large state house in Ikoyi, with plenty of space for me to run aimlessly around the estate, playing with my sisters. Being very shy with people, I made very few friends and tended to attach myself to my father, or follow my sisters, who were older than me, around wherever they went. This could be very scary at times, because it meant following them to birthday parties and being pulled by the cheeks by old people, their friends, mums, dads, and other strangers.

I was not always a lively or happy child. Having a hereditary blood disease like Sickle Cell Anaemia left me vulnerable and open to illnesses of all kinds. I was prone to have major crisis, in which my red blood cells, shaped like sickles rather than discs, tend to clog up arteries and veins, creating blood clots. The pain resulting from this can be described as worse than being run over by a double-decker bus, and surviving. Also, due to a low white cell count, and a low immune system, I often developed illnesses, such as pneumonia, and high fevers, but the odd days when I had a mild crisis, I was paralysed with chronic pain from blood clots.

Due to my shyness, I generally used to shuffle shyly around in platform shoes, with a tilted head, and was continuously yelled at to straighten up my posture, for my own good. Now, this could be called having issues, but being severely shy was something that could not be helped. I tried keeping to myself a lot of the time. Every time I got in trouble, or yelled at, my head would tilt further, and I would withdraw further into my shell. This, I felt, gradually rectified itself as I grew older.

I grew up in Nigeria, but when I was seven years old, I was asked by my parents if I wanted to go to school in England, and follow my sisters. The alternative was to stay in Nigeria and continue with my schooling at the same school.

I chose to follow my sisters to England, even though it was a different school in a different county. I went to a boarding school in Bristol. That was not what I expected. The school was old, cold, and grey. It was part of an old monastery.

I would have to say, I didn’t like one little bit of it. Coming to a new country, from 30 degrees heat down to 2 degrees, I was COLD! I froze to the point of having chilblains and the onset of frostbite. I was bullied senselessly until I found my way around it. I had to stand up for myself, avoid the cold baths and showers, and set a precedent.

To do this, you have to pick a fight with the biggest person you can, and allow them to hit you. This was not as bad as it seems; the view was that you would have to be crazy to pick a fight with that boy, so they would leave you alone.

This went on, and I stayed in my own world as I tinkered with little things, such as toy cars, and on the small mechanical objects, taking them apart and putting them back together—generally, to figure out how they work.

I went to the upper school; academically, I was not entirely successful, as I was continuously distracted by gadgets and mechanical devices. I had to take extra tuition to do O Level maths and English, as the school would let me take the O Level, and just the CSE examination. Once I passed them, I then wasn’t allowed to take my A Level choices of Maths, Physics and Chemistry. |They insisted I take up subjects to do with landscape gardening, and called my mum into the school to discuss it. She asked me what I wanted to do, and so I chose to leave the school.

I decided to go to a technical college in Bristol, and chose to do a BTEC in Mechanical Engineering. This allowed me to be more creative and inventive in my work. All I had to do was follow the curriculum, and I was free to do anything else I wanted in the workshops. This was great! I could try out some of my ideas, and if they didn’t work, so be it. I was in my element here: no one to tell me that they were wrong, only to assist me when I got stuck. This introduction into the engineering world was where I wanted to be. I finished the course in two years, with distinction, and I was off on the next chapter of my adventure.

University

I went for the interview with Surrey University, and it was a completely different story. They offered support, tuition, and advice. It felt like a place where I really wanted to be. Naturally, I accepted their offer, and off I went. Surrey University, here I come.

My time at Surrey was awesome. I was in my element, studying Mechanical Engineering all day, every day! Looking back on those days, one thing I learned— or came to realise at least—was the cowardliness of racists. It really all comes down to how you deal with this. I found myself having to find my place in the pecking order again, just like at school. But I did have to nip this in the bud. So, I would respond with comments such as, “Oh, crap, I’m black!” or “Watch out, black man’s in town!” Mocking myself first took away the opportunity for others to do so, even though they might think you’re stark raving mad! But it seemed to have the effect of making the other person seem foolish, and left them humiliated in front of their peers. This seemed to work, in as much as my perpetrators stopped hassling me.

The Surrey Thing

1989: arriving at a new place, with new faces and a new life. I unloaded the taxi, said goodbye to my mother and my brother, and off I went to the mental state of someone who is not aware of what is really happening! I turned around to see this new student step out of an old Citroen BX and struggle with his luggage. We ended up being friends for a long time to come. In fact, he was responsible for swinging me over a wall, and as a result, I broke my left wrist and badly sprained my right. However, I did make him feed me for the next four weeks after it happened.

Now, this was the height of the free Nelson Mandela campaign, of which a lot of new black South African undergraduates came into the university following. I would have to say that this was the first time in my life I had ever experienced reversed racism. Nice people as they were, I was told by some of them, on my second day, that I should stop mixing with these people (whites, Asians, and Chinese), and that I should stick to my own kind. Well, to say the least, I was shocked.

My immediate reaction to this, however, was to tell them all to go screw themselves. Not very subtle, I know. Well, I would have to say, for the next four/five years, they did not like me. In fact, I later became blackballed from the Afro-Caribbean Society. Like that would upset me! I just thought you didn’t need that kind of aggravation. Funnily enough, there was the odd time they came to talk to me…. During holiday periods, when most of them had gone back home, the odd one or two that were left would come and try to make conversation, because they had no one else to talk to. Hypocrites! To be honest, some of the Asians were just the same but not in such an obvious way.

My first year was a massive roller coaster ride. I wasn’t like everyone else, fresh out of school, cutting the apron strings of their parents, finding new freedom, getting drunk, and going ballistic. Been there, done it. The awe of the environment, the effort it took to get to that stage, and the pressure and stress of it all, finally got the better of me. For the first time since my childhood, my sickle cell anaemia got the better of me. I became ill time and time again. Firstly, I had a major crisis with a blood clot in my lung, which made it very difficult for me to breathe. I went down to the University Health Centre at around one o’clock in the morning, and before I knew what was really going on, I was rushed to The Royal Surrey County Hospital, and was admitted. At times, the pain was so unbearable that I honestly thought I was going to die. It felt like I was being slowly crushed by a ten ton weight on my chest.

Gradually, I developed clots all over my body, and I was given morphine, its variants, and other hard-core drugs, just to ease the pain. My haemoglobin dropped very low, and my white cell count was so low, I became susceptible to infections; eventually, my doctors made a decision to give me a...

Erscheint lt. Verlag	7.8.2019
Vorwort	Raymond Aaron
Sprache	englisch
Themenwelt	Wirtschaft ► Betriebswirtschaft / Management
ISBN-10	1-77277-298-4 / 1772772984
ISBN-13	978-1-77277-298-2 / 9781772772982

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