AMAKA LIVED MY DREAM!
Growing up as a child was not much of a fun to me; I mean my parents were strict disciplinarians who would not let me mingle with other children. They also were not always around for me to talk with.
So I just carved a place for myself in my own world. There in my world, I was an orator in a big TV station, speaking to a large number of crowds in an accent so clear, flowing and beautiful. As much as I had these dreams, I was too scared they would never come alive. I was too shy and reserved and this was in sharp contrast with the qualities of a communicator, an orator for that matter.
I disappointed my dreams too many times; it made me live a life of regrets too early in life. For every promise to live out those dreams and thoughts in my head, I failed.
One time i cannot forget and completely regret:
There was an announcement that there would be a debate in various classes and the emerging winners in the various classes would compete in the finals before the entire school. My mind was filled with wonderful imaginations about speaking in the large audience and emerging as the winner of the day. I began to write my thoughts down, all the points that would speak in favor of the topic ‘The parent and not the teacher is to blame in the poor upbringing of a child’.
The ideas flooded my book as I let it pour out from my mind.
I thought of Amaka as the brightest in my class even though she thought same of me. I would not believe her or anyone else who told me that i was smart and brilliant.
Amaka was very outspoken and had her way with words. Amaka approached me concerning the debate and asked for ideas, I told her not to worry about it. I was going to give her what I had written down for her to practice with, after all, she was doing it to represent our class.
Amaka did so well in our class debate and was qualified to compete in the general school debate.
So on that fateful day, Amaka flowed so well with all those points i had written for her. She had all the confidence and spoke with so much knowledge like it was all her ideas.
Amaka emerged the winner and amidst all the glory and praise, she never looked my way. She won the scholarship for the rest of our years in secondary school. In addition was an opportunity for her to participate in the upcoming state debate competition.
I cried so hard. That could have been me! Amaka lived my dreams!
Often times we dream but let others live it and then we turn around to be bitter about these people. Fear is a major cause of this anomaly. It's time to break those chains and set out to live your dream.
Just do it! Step by step! And you will get there.
Can you write? Do it!
Can you sing? Do it!
You play any musical instrument? Play it
You act? Do it
They are all God's way of projecting His glory and shining His light on earth... so do it!
Comments
Thank you for this beautiful piece; the message is very real and plain.
Never stop writing, please. Just never stop it.
I have come to the understanding that the word FEAR could mean any of these:
Forget Everything and Run or
Face Everything and Rise
Which ever you choose, you are right