The truth is that whatever we put all our energy, strength and might into we don't like when it's criticized with so much disdain.
Whether we like it or not most time criticism help us see our work from another perspective. I think I love constructive criticism. In other words don't criticise me, if you don't have a solution to the critism.
Ola was a very admirable painter in his town. The funny thing is that no one has actually seen his painting before. "I guess Mr. Painter is very shy about his work." Some said as they made their favourite comparisons.
That never stopped Ola from always painting. Every day, at the same time, from 11pm to 2am, a slow and subtle music will be heard from his home. They considered it his work atmosphere.
That late in the day, when the noise had subsided, when everywhere is calm. He could focus more on the ideas that had troubled his young mind all through the day.
Tunde was the known and the most famous painter. He often boasted of his work which apparently were extremely good for a village champion.
"All the paintings at the palace, are my designs. The king particularly requested for my designs." He boasted for the millionth time.
It became so loud when the king even boasted about his work to the neighboring kings. That was the main reason the painting competition between the kingdoms started.
Tunde had won for three years since the competition begun.
Painters all over town always visit Tunde to get inspiration from his paintings. He was an Icon in the field.
At the other end, Ola was always indoors with his painting.
"Why are you not courageous with your painting?" Foluke asked.
They had been in a relationship for two years and even her hadn't seen Ola's painting.
"If you really love me show me your painting." She threatened as she moved away from him.
Ola laughed. "This drama you are acting, it's exactly why Sampson's hair was cut in the bible." He walked up to her. "I'm proud of my paintings, but I just feel it's not yet time for me to review it to the world."
Ola won the arguement for that day, but it never mattered because Foluke always came at him time and again.
Mr. Ade from the neighboring village who had been rumoured to have lived in the United States for half of his life was finally in town, to visit his new mansion.
He felt his house was empty and void without good paintings. He appreciated artistry and the beauty it brought to environments.
"I will go myself to get good paintings for my house." He said as he drove with his village scouts.
They showed his both big and small painters but nothing was calling his attention. He was discouraged that there weren't any local champion who could attract his attention with amazing artistry.
The scouts finally suggested that their was a biggest painter in all five villages and he had won the kings contest three times in a row.
They journeyed to Tunde's workshop. Mr. Ade was truly amazed at his design. And was shocked that such talent existed in this local areas.
That was a chip on Tunde's shoulders.
As much as he adored Tunde's painting, he said it was too harsh for what he was looking for.
"I want a classy painting that is befitting for my mansion." Mr. Ade said.
"Sir, there is one more painter." Ojo said as he drove Mr. Ade. "But..." He stuttered.
"But what?" Mr. Ade asked.
"Nobody has seen his painting before. He always hides his painting."
"So, how do you know he paints then if no one has really seen his painting?" Mr. Ade asked
"It's a rumour. For me, I don't think he paints ohh, I'm just saying if you have strength maybe you can encourage him to finally show his painting."
Mr. Ade agreed to visit Ola in his workshop. It was like killing two birds with one stone. Foluke was also present so after much persuasion, he finally agreed to show his paintings.
Mr. Ade walked into his workroom and was bewildered by what his eyes saw.
It took a stranger to make Ola make the bold move.
Mr. Ade couldn't leave any of the paintings. He bought all of them and also told Ola to paint fifty more which he would take to the United states to sell.
The king heard about what had happended because in a small village like that, once an information leaves your mouth, the air takes it to another person's ear.
The king personally paid a visit to Ola's workshop and couldn't find any art work because Mr. Ade bought all. The king had to pay ahead to be the next in line to purchase after Mr. Ade.
A stranger's view rewrite Ola's entire story. Ola never hid because he felt small. He hid because the environment at the initial time may not have appreciated his work.
Mr. Ade from the United States loved his work, which made the entire village love it to.
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