It came to my mind this week how easy it was for some of us, if not all( perharps some people are exceptionally patient)to give up when the going gets tough.Its so easy to turn back when we look at the tunnel and no light is in sight.It is like walking without a destination,we just feel so overwhelmed by life.We think we have been walking for so long and there seeem to never be an end.I remember a story told by one of the leaders of the church.He talked about a deaf boy perticipating in a race.The race was quite demanding and as usaul there was a crowd sorrounding the field.The participants were been cheered and booed.Some gave up too easily and were no more among the contestants for the victory.Others drifted apart little by little, as they came to listen to the discouragement throwed at them by the crowd.Amongst them was this deaf boy, who could hear neither cheer nor discouragements.He just kept on running like he never did before.He was thinking of finishing.So, as you may have guessed,he won the race.He didnt win because he was stronger nor more fitted for the competition.No,he couldnt hear the crowd.His eyes were fixed and his purpose was sure.
Take that story as an analogy to life.Whether at school,at work or even at play.No matter what we are to do,there are always people who would not see the importance of our actions, therefore,they will want to discourage you or paint you a portrait that would make you lose interest and focus.It is even worse when you already have insecurities and doubts.However,it is better to stay focused and to never let the unknown deprive us from reaching our goal.It is like building a house.If you have a plan and the tools,no matter how long it takes you,with the picture in mind,you can actually finish the building and furnish it to your comfort.No matter where you are in your current race, try not to listen to the crowd.Listen to the voice of inspiration within you that never betrays.And,Let us try to not to be among the crowd for people around us.Most especially,if we are a parent,it is necessary and substancial that your children know that you see no fault (amid correction and reproof) in them even when they are doing wrong.Just let them know you see the angel and beauty in them.Surely,that will save them from listening to the crowd as they grow up, because, they have learnt to listen to the vital things from the most important people in their lives.
Sunday 30 May 2010
Saturday 15 May 2010
A familiar story
A man came right up to me.
He asked: "where are you from"
"from France" said I unto him
It was questionable for a man like him to interrogate a woman like me.
Yet,it was an oppurtunity for me to discover the man behind the smile.
He said "No!I mean where are you from?"
Oh!I'm originaly from Nigeria.I said with a crooked smile
"thats what I wanted to know" he snapped.And he continued "you may have a French passport but you are Nigerian"
I looked upon him with a sense of familiarity and disappointment.
After all, he was telling a kind of truth.
For years,I have been told to give unto Ceaser what belongeth to Ceasar
It came like a treason to realise that It would always be my deception.
It was a thing to be born somewhere and another to belong.
It surprises me to hear people question my good english
because, as the man said "I went to Africa but I didn't understand what they were saying."
I am sure he meant south-africa and I am sure they were speaking just like him.
No matter how one tries to speak like them,talk like them or act like them.
one will always be the sun-kissed skin girl or boy, the one with the brown eyes.
The exotic one in many pictures, because the smile is always brighter.
After all that is said and done,the game of life is quite a tricky one.
I would rather not consider life a game but there are billions out there who take if for nothing more.
Ofcourse I am Nigerian,ofcourse I am french.But what do both speak to me?
how do I relate to them?
If it was all about the little paper I have to show everytime I travel from lyon to paris.Then,It would all be meaningless.
I believe that the knowledge of any culture bestows a responsibility upon your shoulders.
It is not about the colour,language or priviledges,its much more a thing of the mind.
I may never be what they want me to be because their expectations are downright meager and inferior than mine.
So,before any of you sing the national anthem or raise the flag,just think!
He asked: "where are you from"
"from France" said I unto him
It was questionable for a man like him to interrogate a woman like me.
Yet,it was an oppurtunity for me to discover the man behind the smile.
He said "No!I mean where are you from?"
Oh!I'm originaly from Nigeria.I said with a crooked smile
"thats what I wanted to know" he snapped.And he continued "you may have a French passport but you are Nigerian"
I looked upon him with a sense of familiarity and disappointment.
After all, he was telling a kind of truth.
For years,I have been told to give unto Ceaser what belongeth to Ceasar
It came like a treason to realise that It would always be my deception.
It was a thing to be born somewhere and another to belong.
It surprises me to hear people question my good english
because, as the man said "I went to Africa but I didn't understand what they were saying."
I am sure he meant south-africa and I am sure they were speaking just like him.
No matter how one tries to speak like them,talk like them or act like them.
one will always be the sun-kissed skin girl or boy, the one with the brown eyes.
The exotic one in many pictures, because the smile is always brighter.
After all that is said and done,the game of life is quite a tricky one.
I would rather not consider life a game but there are billions out there who take if for nothing more.
Ofcourse I am Nigerian,ofcourse I am french.But what do both speak to me?
how do I relate to them?
If it was all about the little paper I have to show everytime I travel from lyon to paris.Then,It would all be meaningless.
I believe that the knowledge of any culture bestows a responsibility upon your shoulders.
It is not about the colour,language or priviledges,its much more a thing of the mind.
I may never be what they want me to be because their expectations are downright meager and inferior than mine.
So,before any of you sing the national anthem or raise the flag,just think!
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