One day you’ll wake up with a smile on your face. Your alarm clock would not disrupt your 7-hour sleep streak and you’ll feel more refreshed than ever. You’ll look at your empty to-do-list, and instead of feeling like an underachiever, you’ll feel hopeful. For in that blank page, you know there are endless possibilities!
But first, you must believe in the magic of new beginnings.
A friend asked me what my expectations for 2022 were, and I hesitated. Almost afraid to say anything for fear that it will not happen (again). But before I give you the full gist, let me first congratulate you for making it to the new year!
Woman. I only started understanding the gravity of that word as I transitioned to a young adult. She embodies what most of us will never fully comprehend. Her strength is subtle, yet evident. She goes through so many changes in all areas of life. She makes nature complete. Without her, there is no continuation of the human race.
I was trying to board a bus heading to work during the morning rush hours in Lagos. At first, none were going my way. Then when they were, other people would rush in. One particular incident had my frustration brimming to the surface. It was the last seat, and technically it would have been mine, but some dude just rushed in and took it. Now, in Lagos, the violent take it by force. Lol.
I wonder, in a world where it is the survival of the fittest, what happens to the patient dogs? Are they left with the bone because all the meat was already taken?
Commuting in Lagos is one of my greatest nightmares about living here. It is a survival of the fittest —literally. The rush into the bus will show you that if you couldn’t get the only one seat left amongst the 10 people clamoring for it, then you weren’t the fittest. And in the slim chance that you do get it, you’d be grinning from ear to ear in victory. But that’s not my story.
One morning, I was at the bus stop trying to get a bus to work, but all the buses going my way only had available seats at the back, and my preferred seating is usually the middle row or front seat(when I’m truly lucky). After turning down at least 3 buses,some of which insulted me for not choosing to take what was available, I began to wonder; is there really a perfect bus?
Do you ever wish God could just take away something you’ve been dealing with? Like a health challenge or a weakness, where you’re just like “Urghh!!! Why can’t I be alright?” Well, sometimes all he says in those situations is “My Grace is sufficient for you” which translated in our parlance would be “Buck up! I’m gonna show out even in what seems to you like a weakness.”