I remember how different my life was five years ago. An adolescent with so many big dreams, readily available to share with anyone who cared to ask.
Nothing consistent, going hence and forth.
You have been there.
How convinced you were; Yesterday, you wanted to be a lawyer.
Today, a tailor.
Tomorrow, a Farmer.
Yet, those where years ago..now you could laugh at how naive you sounded, the energy you exerted...and many more.
What matters is NOW...!
Maybe you have been lucky enough to gather momentum and kickstart your dream or in the race of trying, you simply travelled light leaving them behind.
Truth is, its not too late.
You still can DO something!
I consider myselfblessed to have around a platter of talented friends who are actively pursuing their dreams, giving it their best to have some responsibility they entrust on themselves to deliver, thereby bringing them joy and fufillment and in turn serving as constant motivation that I should wake up.
I look around and i see a whole lot of striving, hustling, even 'shuffling' ; albeit for the fame, recognition, fortune, relevance...and it got me asking, "what am i doing?"
If people are working hard to carve a niche for themselves, what's my excuse?
Aint you tired of sitting behind, dragging your weight and watching everyone succeed while all you do is spectate, applaud and cheer on? Well, I am!
You may not be a good singer, but you might be a good lyricist.
You may not be a good speaker , but you might be a prolific writer.
You may not know how to sew, but you may have mind blowing designs.
Somehow, God has placed in all of us inherent gifts that would not manifest until we unleash our creativity.
So what is your gift? Each gift is meant to meet a need.
Whatever yours might be, don't hoard it....burst forth with it and impact your world whichever way you can.
There's so much to be done. Too many ideas waiting to be thought....where's your head...?
People complaining about being bored, ahhh, there's so much with not enough ample time to deliver.....!!!!
Don't hide behind excuses.
Once again, if you don't have anyone to believe in you, believe in yourself....and find something to DO!
Don't walk through this earth an unfufilled man/woman. Re-ignite your passion and let's make our lives count.
Disallow mediocrity to reign in your mind.
DO something....because I just did!
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Monday, September 12, 2011
Mama Mia
My heart goes out to all the beautiful mothers in the world.
Its true that one can never completly phatom the love of a mother till you carry yours to term.
I am very blessed and greatful that at this age, I'm already an Aunt to two cute boys at the moment.
Though I didnt contribute to their birth, I have contributed one way or the other...through the deafening tears, running endless errands, yelling and at times spanking...there are those Kodak definning moments of bliss.
With the responsibility of being an Aunt...I find a minute itsy-bitsy fraction of what obviously my mother went through, a tad comprehensible.
It is in this state of mind I pen down my upmost thoughts for my mum in the borrowed words of this poem...originally not mine, but I've edited it to suit my African mama.
" For all the times she gently picked me up
when i fell down.
For all the times she tied my shoes
and tucked me into bed,
or needed something
but put me first instead.
When she sent me on errands but
i grumbled,yet she gave me food and
at night still prayed for me.
Those days i got into trouble and begged her to keep it silent, but yet she told dad,even though I would be mad at her.
Those times I refused to give her the remaining change from errands,
when I threw away food she gave to me,
because I didnt want to eat eba...
When I yelled back at her, and drove her mad.
When I took dad's side instead of her's in an argument.
For everything we shared,
the dreams, the laughter,
and the tears,
I love you with a "Special Love"
That deepens every year.
Happy Birthday to you mum....
I love you.
Its true that one can never completly phatom the love of a mother till you carry yours to term.
I am very blessed and greatful that at this age, I'm already an Aunt to two cute boys at the moment.
Though I didnt contribute to their birth, I have contributed one way or the other...through the deafening tears, running endless errands, yelling and at times spanking...there are those Kodak definning moments of bliss.
With the responsibility of being an Aunt...I find a minute itsy-bitsy fraction of what obviously my mother went through, a tad comprehensible.
It is in this state of mind I pen down my upmost thoughts for my mum in the borrowed words of this poem...originally not mine, but I've edited it to suit my African mama.
" For all the times she gently picked me up
when i fell down.
For all the times she tied my shoes
and tucked me into bed,
or needed something
but put me first instead.
When she sent me on errands but
i grumbled,yet she gave me food and
at night still prayed for me.
Those days i got into trouble and begged her to keep it silent, but yet she told dad,even though I would be mad at her.
Those times I refused to give her the remaining change from errands,
when I threw away food she gave to me,
because I didnt want to eat eba...
When I yelled back at her, and drove her mad.
When I took dad's side instead of her's in an argument.
For everything we shared,
the dreams, the laughter,
and the tears,
I love you with a "Special Love"
That deepens every year.
Happy Birthday to you mum....
I love you.
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