Some Gold Are Too Woody: Look Well and Ensure You Don't Lose It

🌟 Prompt :

Sometimes, the real treasure never glittered.
Sometimes, the gold we rejected was the one sent to save us.
And sometimes, we didn’t even know it was gold — because it looked like a broom… ordinary, dry, irritating.
But what if that broom wasn’t punishment?
What if it was a slow, quiet teacher, trying to sweep us into a better version of ourselves?
What if the thing we thought was beneath us was actually lifting us?
This is a story of how one man saw value where the world saw nothing.
And how that value, with time, became the rarest gold in my life.
A gold more precious than 24 Karat gold.
Read till the end, and maybe… just maybe, you’ll realize you’ve been holding the same gold 🥇 🪙 too.

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When I look back now, I realize what almost happened to me is the same thing that happens to many of us.

Back then, our parents would hand us a ₦20 note, and somehow, we’d reject it — thinking two ₦5 notes were better. They just looked "plenty" in our childish eyes.

But in truth, two ₦5 notes don’t add up to ₦20.

That day, I didn’t choose the more valuable note — I chose the shiny option, the one that looked better. And this story I’m about to share isn’t about naira. It’s about gold — the kind that doesn’t shine at first glance. The kind that’s woody, rough, and easily ignored. Have you seen it before? Well, keep reading to find out..

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In this world, no father would give his child a serpent when he asks for fish.

But sometimes, the child still sees the fish as strange or bitter. That’s how I kept rejecting the gold my father was giving me.

Not the shiny, expensive gold. But something far more valuable.

It started when I was around 5 to 7 years old. Every morning, it was my job to sweep.

And every morning, my dad would find something wrong.
“Why didn’t you sweep the corners?”
“You didn’t remove the weeds from the ground!”

Back then, I didn’t understand.
I swept what I saw. I swept the surface. I moved forward.

But the corners? They felt unnecessary. Weeds? Extra stress.

Still, my father kept insisting. And every time, I thought he was just being too hard. I didn’t know he was handing me gold — disguised in work, discipline, and dusty brooms.

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It happened 15–20 years ago, and I didn’t even know it. I didn’t see the value in it, because gold is supposed to shine yellow, right?

But here’s what I didn’t understand:
Not all that glitters is gold…
And not all gold glitters.

My father gave me gold, but because it wasn’t shiny, I rejected it.

Still, he kept pushing me to use it. Because the broom — yes, the dry, woody broom — was the tool. The very thing I used to hate.

No one expects a broom to dig up gold.

Just like no one expects a poor man’s advice to change lives. Just like no one expects greatness from the unnoticed.

But that broom was meant to help me dig into something greater:
the rarest gold 🪙.

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More children than we can imagine never had this kind of gold.
And worse — some fathers never even recognized it.

That’s the real tragedy.
Because this is the greatest kind of gold.

It didn’t glitter, so it was ignored.
Even by parents who should have known better.

The truth is, this gold looked like wood.
The only thing separating it from the wooden broom was chemistry.
And unless you were wise enough to know that even wood has value… you'd miss it.

Until a parent — and a child — understands that
even wood glitters,
and not all gold glitters immediately,
they’ll keep walking past the real treasure.

But my father — he knew.

He forced me to sweeping corners and remove weeds and of course I kept digging..
Even when I didn’t understand.
Even when I resisted.

And that’s why I found the gold.

How I wish every child had that chance.
Maybe the world would be different.
Better.

That gold? It’s rarer than 24 karat gold.
And purer, too.

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Now if you're still wondering what the gold was…

Maybe I should ask if you, "do you have personality?😊"

Because that gold was PERSONALITY. Not just any random one, but the great and positive personality.

The kind my father had.
The kind he wanted me to have.
And the kind he used a broom to teach me and helped me get it.

All those years, I thought I was just cleaning the house.
But I was actually learning how to pay attention to the little things.

Because the little things?
They make people connect with you.
They make you stand out.
They build your brand.

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Your personality is how you present yourself.
It’s not just about who you are — it’s about how people see you.

And it strongly connects with your reputation.

Be humble and helpful — and you'll be trusted.

Be real and emotional — and you'll be relatable.

Be fun and engaging — and you'll be enjoyable.

Be always complaining — and you'll be negative.

Be a copy-paster — and you'll be fake.

But be improving — and you'll be inspiring.

If you still doubt the value of personality, just look at this platform:
The way you write. The way you show up. The way you interact.

It affects how people trust you.
How they upvote, follow, and believe in you.

Your personality determines your reputation.

Want a good reputation?
Work on your personality.

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Till today, I can't sweep without sweeping the corners.
I can’t clean without hand-picking the weeds.
I can’t build anything without making it beautiful, decorated — among the best.

That’s the power of personality, my friend.
My personality is my gold, the greatest gift from God through my dad and mum. But dad was that man that kept troubling. He couldn't afford to lose this gold 🪙 from his linage.

Now it's your turn:
What is your own version of the broom and the gold?
Have you ever discovered something priceless hidden inside pain, stress, or discipline?
Let’s talk about it below 👇

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I invite:
@edu-chemist
@bossj23
@emmalex25
to participate.