(The King who created Rabi the Herbalist is the same who created Rabi the Cloth Seller.)
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Every honest trade is a temple, enter yours with reverence
Despise no profession , the Oba who made the drum also made the flute; both are needed for the music of life
Embrace your craft. Own your journey. And know this that When you honor your hustle, heaven honors your hands
Value does not lie in how loud your work sounds, but in how meaningful your contribution is
The hands that mix herbs in quiet corners heal nations are just as powerfully as those who stitch garments that cover dignitaries
A calling is not small because it is quiet; even whispers hold the power to heal
We were all crafted by the same divine architect , no one is a mistake, and no calling is meaningless. Whether you bend over a pot of leaves or measure fabric behind a market stall, dignity resides not in the trade, but in how honorably you do it
The crown of purpose sits gracefully on every head that serves humanity, no matter the trade
A person’s worth is not measured by the glamor of their profession but by the depth of their commitment to it
The difference between a master and a mockery is not the job , it is the heart behind it
If Rabi Elewe stops healing, someone will remain sick. If Rabi Aláso stops sewing, someone will walk naked. Each task is sacred. Each gift is divine
Let the herbalist walk with the same pride as the doctor. Let the cloth seller stand tall beside the fashion mogul. The road to greatness does not begin with applause; it begins with self respect
It is not the title that blesses the earth, but the purpose behind the work
In a world obsessed with titles, status, and flamboyant roles, we often forget that value does not lie in how loud your work sounds, but in how meaningful your contribution is.
The hands that mix herbs in quiet corners heal nations are just as powerfully as those who stitch garments that cover dignitaries.
A calling is not small because it is quiet; even whispers hold the power to heal.
We were all crafted by the same divine architect , no one is a mistake, and no calling is meaningless. Whether you bend over a pot of leaves or measure fabric behind a market stall, dignity resides not in the trade, but in how honorably you do it.
The crown of purpose sits gracefully on every head that serves humanity, no matter the trade.
A person’s worth is not measured by the glamor of their profession but by the depth of their commitment to it.
The difference between a master and a mockery is not the job , it is the heart behind it.
Never ridicule another man’s hustle , for the Oba who designed destinies did not consult us before giving them.
Despise no profession , the Oba who made the drum also made the flute; both are needed for the music of life.
We must unlearn the arrogance that labels certain jobs “lesser” and relearn the truth: society is an ecosystem, and every function , no matter how quiet or humble , holds the balance.
If Rabi Elewe stops healing, someone will remain sick. If Rabi Aláso stops sewing, someone will walk naked. Each task is sacred. Each gift is divine.
Every honest trade is a temple, enter yours with reverence
Let the herbalist walk with the same pride as the doctor. Let the cloth seller stand tall beside the fashion mogul. The road to greatness does not begin with applause; it begins with self respect
It is not the title that blesses the earth, but the purpose behind the work.
Your work is not your worth, but the pride with which you do it can shape the world.
Embrace your craft. Own your journey. And know this that When you honor your hustle, heaven honors your hands
