In boxing, the prizefighters train themselves with the punching bag. They leave no stone unturned while sparring with their pseudo-opponents in a mock fight. In the course of their training, they put to practice the technicalities learned. And at leisure, they shadowbox.
On entering the squared circle, the dab knows that fame and fortune on a tremendous scale await him after the bout. He then tactfully engages his opponent, employing all employable war of nerves, laced with some fits of feint in the application of his pugilistic gymnastics. He chooses where to land his blows with precision.
In the teeth of the fistic struggle, it seems he has compromised, yet he is cautiously optimistic, and artfully maintains his focal point - the prize.
As they are goaded on by the vicariously thrilled crowd, he technically edges his opponent into knots. In a sneak attack, on the solar plexus the blow lands. Hey presto, the stumblebum is kayoed. That's knockout.
In the end, the coveted prize goes to the winner. While the booby prize is for the loser.
This is a metaphor, yet a veritable anecdote for the competitive struggle of life. Tactfulness is a part of the principles that complement the recipe for success.
One should not compromise the character with which one conquers.
Through struggle to success!
By Petercletus & Chidozie
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