It Goes On…….!

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Wow! it’s really been a while since i wrote anything here, i must confess, and while i may have a genuine reason for that, i sincerely apologise for going off the grid just like that.

Well, it really have been crazy and busy these past few days, coupled with me trying to complete my book, which by God’s grace and help, will be published this year, (yes, i said it, I am writing a book, yaaahhh!!!) and other time consuming matters, i must confess, i really do miss this place. And just in case you are reading this, and you are a publisher, or you know a very good publisher, please get in touch with me, I will so love to have a conversation with you.

So, let’s go into what we have for today.

Life doesn’t start with you, neither does it end with you.

Think about this, before you were, there have been, and after you, there will still be. Now this may seem a little bit crazy and scary because we may be tempted to question the value and importance of our existence and ask questions like, ‘Am I really important’? Or ‘Why then was i created’?

Well, the beautiful truth is, You are very important, You are Priceless, You are Valuable, but the worth of your existence can only be measured with what you inspire in others even after you have gone.

Believe me, You won’t be here forever, inasmuch as we wish we could stay even when time is no more, but the hard truth is, at some point, you will leave, everyone will leave, and it doesn’t matter how much we believe we have invested in a place, we all have to leave, and after we have gone, life will still continue.

The question we must begin to ask ourselves is, ‘What do I do with the time i have’?

You may not have the power to control what had been before you, but you do have every opportunity to decide what happens after you are gone. What you do with the limited time you have will determine what is said of you.

Think of it, what will you inspire when you are no more? because you will leave.

My Thougts In 10 Minutes (Day 4).

It’s been quite a while since i wrote anything, not for lack of what to write or shortage of inspiration, the truth is that i have been lazy to write, and even as i write this, i am not so sure if at the end of this little ‘unsensible’ piece, i will still find the strength to hit the publish button. Well, i do hope i make that decision.

Maybe you are reading this and you are already thinking or saying out loud, “this person is not so serious with writing”, or you may find it funny to hear me say, “writing is my life”, yea, i know, it does sounds like a joke, but truthfully, that’s the truth. winks!

I had a goal for this blog this year, (had, not have) and we are barely gone past the first quarter of the year, but here i find myself thinking if i should make a different goal or try to find a way to achieve this not broken but bent goal.

But thinking about it, there is no big a dream or bright an idea i could think of or have that will come to reality if those little foxes that destroys the vines are not taken care of. I guess all will still amount to me chasing the wind.

I know my problem, or at least two of them, and before now i thought i had them under control, but if the past few weeks have taught me anything, it is that, Our weakness and fears are constantly looking for new ways to overcome us, and if we go to sleep without beating them into submission, we give them the opportunity to overtake us.

And now, i must learn again how to be consistent.

Chains. 

Remembering the first day I made a conscious decision to be a writer; I wish you could have seen the inside of my head, it was lit up with crazy ideas brighter than the Fourth of July. My goodness, I made plans, like so many plans, I scribbled down ideas and practically drew the future on a piece of paper. At times, I would stay up throughout the night, conjuring plots, articles, twists and every other thing I could think of, because I wanted to be the best writer to grace this brown earth. Bought a lot of diaries, created an impressive catalog of what I wanted to achieve, had a timetable I was willing to work with, spent most of my time in solitude, and denied myself some comforts. I did all these because I felt it was what I was meant to do; inspire the world with my pen and paper.

But something happened to me.  Continue reading