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The road to self discovery



Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. We ask ourselves, ‘Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be?’-Marianne Williamson


The story I told myself time and time again was that I was a late starter in life, maybe because I was not a very brilliant kid. But it still baffles me that even in my childhood I was above average, thus when and where it got stuck in my head that I was not good enough is not clear. As I began to take cue from people, get advice and seek validation, all I was told and come to realise was that I was not good enough. Alas in reality I have a lot of potentials locked up in me. Potential hidden under religious cloak; there is a difference between religion and spirituality and in my society to separate stupidity and spirituality is almost a rocket science. So I got missing in action; I became another fraction in mathematics. I became an insignificant value that can be rounded off to another significant number. I became obscure and I sulked at the lack of recognition for my talent. I blamed everyone but me for my woes and I was simply mad and angry with my environment.
The fear in me magnified and the ‘me’ shrank as people told ‘me’ I could not, but in the real sense of me no one told me I could not. I told myself I could not. I read the signs; the half sign of failure wherein lie opportunities, I read it and got the miscue that I was headed for failure. I was not sure; in fact I was not sure of anything. Life was a very complex mirage in which the belief in the almighty only confines me to stupidity. As I grew up, I saw God more as a means to an end than the end in itself. I saw God only when I was in need and every opportunity was an act of coincidence. I saw God in my need and not in the magnitude of His greatness, I confined Him to the box of my situation and I am always in constant mood of belief and unbelief
I read books, I mean loads of them yet when I hold my pen to write, I feel inadequate. I tell myself who am I to dwell in the space of Wole Soyinka? Who am I to even try to imitate the great Chinua Achebe? The great me deserted me as I shrink in comparison with the great ones on whose shoulder I should have stood to see further. The ‘me’ shriveled as I saw less and less of me and more of them. I refused to check my mirror because the boy in me was growing into a man, the man I desired to be but I refused to see or acknowledge it.
There is a journey I need to embark upon. I need to be somewhere great but I get scared by the challenge of getting there. I get scared of my ability to cope when it get tough. I am scared of getting there because I am too scared to admit or recognised the greatness in me. All I need to do is to start and each day I will realise I have more than the energy needed for the day. Each step leads me to a journey of no return as I won’t be where I was yesterday and I won’t be the person I was yesterday. The ‘me’ today is my journey so far and I am desirous of more escapade and adventure.
Now I sit down to do what great writers do. I read- I mean loads of books. I read for few minutes, I read into hours and now, into days. I sit down to write and sometimes I have nothing to write and I just sit there on my desk. Sometimes I wake up to think, and yet my thoughts are not adequately formed and sometimes my thoughts are not properly conveyed by my pen. Then the moment of magic and inspiration; those three moments or more converge. The reading, the desire to write, the few drafts, sketchy and tardy and the thinking; all converge and my thoughts, hands and flow, sync into the graceful moment of endless flow of words and I write till by thought is exhausted. Now I am a genius. Yet I do not acknowledge how good I am or how far I have gone. Religion again kept me humble in the day of my glory. It is not humility, it is simply stupidity. I am a genius, I am a god. Now I live in the real me; not in the shadow of any man.
Did I say I wanted to be a writer! Hell no! That is too small to be me. I want to be good at many things. I want to be a great man, a loving husband, a responsible father, a renowned diplomat, an academic of repute, a life coach, a counselor etc. So I am! I can simply do anything I lay my hands on and do it excellently. I am a god

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