Daring Transitions

 

I don’t know why but my childhood memories usually appear faint. A deja vu feeling, wandering thoughts or some sort of significance connection is what makes me remember things. Things I had seen and the little things I had done like a child playing in the mud.

I was washing plates by the sink when my thoughts ran back to the first time I started cooking. My mind, I am made to believe is a phenomenon. Because I cannot remember the first time I started heating the pots and  having the knife show me some cooking skills. Heck, I cannot even remember what particular things I did at some ages. I do not want to believe it is some kind of short memory thing. I think my brain indirectly neglect the things that makes other things not matter. Let’s just call it a psychology mess though I am not quite sure.

I worked out my remembrance between periods, trying to figure out the age and time frame I started going to school. I have no stress doing this, I think the periodical time frame helps my recollection. Such things as when I started to draw, tiny lined drawings with big heads or one particular period where I could eat a whole house, the time my hips started to come out or my crushed ego at failing a question in primary 5.

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IMPOSE YOUR WILL.

Your unhealthy desire for acceptance is killing you. You frantically seek approval from a board of advisors comprising mortals in makeup and suits, who are really just as lost and afraid.

Do you not see that you’re robbing the universe of your divinity? Don’t you realize that you’re robbing humanity of your originality?

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The Juju In Your Village

When Baba took the opere from his late father, he had you in mind but your mind was on the streets of Lagos, on flashy cars and beautiful women.

You told him to let the gods take care of themselves but he wouldn’t listen.

Every morning, after chewing bitter Kola he would take some gin and wash his mouth, you knew what he would do next because he came to your hut, the one that smelt of your six year old sister’s urine, to wake you up for the morning sacrifice.

oya dide, eledumare ti dide, orunmola naa, opere sii ma side ni sin yii.”  wake up, God is awake…opere is waking.

You would roll to your sides and pretend not to hear,  he would repeat it like some kind of chant and you would stand up slowly irritated.

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If You Don’t Know Where You Are Going, You Will End Up Somewhere Else.

Tayo looked up to the fig tree that stood opposite his father’s house and expressed disapproval. He knew what would happen once his father got back from his trip. The tree had disappointed him again. For over three years, this tree had refused to bear any fruits despite it being properly catered for.

Father had asked him for the umpteenth time if it had started to grow fruits but got a negative response much to his disappointment. He had wanted to entertain his visitors that day.

One sunday evening, Tayo welcomed his father home but before he could take his bags into his room, his father barked in anger,
” Tayo! get people to cut that useless tree down!”

In life, when one refuse to bear fruits, one would be cut down because no relevance can be identified. What you make of yourself today tells of who you would be in the future. A lot of people fail to realise their bearing in life. Three of such people are:
People who do not have any bearing and are manifesting uselessness.
Those who have lost their true bearing and bring poor fruits to the table.
Thirdly, those who are yet to or find it hard to discover their bearing.

IF YOU DO NOT KNOW WHERE YOU ARE GOING, YOU WILL END UP SOMEWHERE ELSE!
The fig tree ended somewhere else; in the bush, cut and burnt.

Identify your identity. That burning need that births a purpose. What problem aches your heart and what solutions can you provide to that? WHO ARE YOU and WHERE EXACTLY are you going?  Every great potential has a direction that yields positive results.

CREATE WORTH OR VALUE.
Despite the pruning and cares of life, the fig tree refused to grow while others were blooming and flourishing. Better to cut it down. The same applies to anyone that doesn’t maximise his life potentials but sits on the shores of laziness, frivolities and what have you, waiting for the next rainbow to appear.

Napoleon Hill said, ‘There is one quality that one must possess to win and that is the DEFINITENESS OF  PURPOSE, the knowledge of what one wants and a burning desire to achieve it. The fig tree had no purpose so it became useless.

Find that purpose and let the world see your fruits!

 

 

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