Born to parents who are in the academics, discipline and mentorship were like tea and bread offered as breakfast to a little child. I remember growing up, our first reading manuals were religious magazines. My parents who were also pastors had this strong belief that if you could read the Bible (KJV) very well and fluently, you can read any other book.
My parents are our role model, they taught us, disciplined us when needed and most of all loved us very much. Being all girls, my parents believed that whatever a male child could do, the female child can do as well. I remember when I was asked what I wanted to be when I grew up? Amongst all my classmates that day, I was the only one who wanted to be a lecturer like my dad. It even earned me the nickname – Prof, which some still call me till today. I was laughed at, but I wasn’t moved. Where that boldness came from, I didn’t know.
When asked what happened in school that day, I told my parents and siblings about my wanting to be a lecturer like my dad. My dad just smiled and said that’s beautiful. Life continued.
When I finished Junior Secondary School, I didn’t have a clue of whether I was going to be in the science field or art. I just showed my dad my results and he decided based on my best grades to go to the science. On getting to the final year of Senior Secondary School, after listening to what a lot of my friends wanted to be, I wanted to be so many things, hence lacking direction and losing focus.
I loved to write, speak and design. I was involved in writing and speaking competitions and always did very well, so I was counselled to read something in that line… What on earth am I going to say I want to read? There were no courses like writing or speaking then. I met someone who told me a lot about Architecture. For the first time, I found peace and direction. Off I went to University and graduated from Architecture.
It was at the point of going to University that my dad told me that I can only be a teacher when I know what I want to teach. As a child I thought it was all magic.
Imagine the long route to become the lecturer I wanted to be. Note – I am not a lecturer yet, I’m still climbing the ladder but see all the journey to one dream I had as a little child.
This is to encourage someone. What’s that dream of yours? It may take a long road to achieve it, keep climbing, you are nearer than when you began. There are numerous routes to the top of any mountain. What remains constant is CLIMBING till you get to the top. Whether you climb from the side, front or back… you still have to CLIMB.
Is it a miracle you are looking to God for, when it seems frustrating you are one step closer to it.
Put it in writing, because it is not yet time for it to come true. But the time is coming quickly, and what I show you will come true. It may seem slow in coming, but wait for it; it will certainly take place, and it will not be delayed.” Habakkuk 2:3 (GNT)
There are many “kill-joys” (as i like to call them) that would want to talk you out of waiting or pursuing. They disguise as friends and family. They only paint out the negativity of why you are waiting. Envision the positivity in the end and you will gladly wait and be happy you did.
Dear Friend, It will come true. Wait for it!!!
God bless you.
© Plenitude 2015