MY LITTLE STORY OF A GREAT GLORY

I am just a little girl who is great beyond imagination and expectation. I started small but would end big. I would love to share my little story with you.

    Days, weeks, months, years rolled by in the twinkle of an eye but found a passion which made me feel that all is well already. At the young age of 12, I saw need to make a mark in the literary world. I wasn’t sure of what to do or how to start but the passion always gave me answers. I felt strong and joyous. I couldn’t express what usually gave me such so much joy and inner peace. I couldn’t tell anyone then because i really didn’t know if it was just mere imagination that was playing with me. As time went on, i came to open my real eyes to realize that this passion couldn’t even allow me sleep at all. It started staring at me in the face. At that age, i felt that something great was going to emerge from me. I started so early to aspire and nurture that desire to be great no matter what it takes. I started on the wheel of that passion which today gives in-explainable joy and strength. At a point i saw the need to confide in some about this God given passion. I did, and made it seem so real that i was going to be an author of books in a short while. I told my mum who with words i can’t explain. This woman supported me, encouraged me and gave me words of advice that kept me going. She said “since you can dream it, you can achieve it my dear”. That fired me and stirred up my spirit to work hard and get things done. I knew that the world was waiting to get something from me that would change their lives. I love giving advice to people in any way i can in other to make them rise beyond measures. I knew i could only speak out to the world someday and somehow.

  Later, i found out that way to reach my world. With that single thought i began to write in earnest showing my mum who usually did some editing and would “encourage discourage me” that is what i saw it to be then. As i went up the stairs of this great intoxicating passion i got only encouragement from her. Her actions and words encouraged me. In my school it wasn’t difficult to get ideas on any topic in any essay. Ideas always flowed through my pen that i could write on a topic in several ways. It was really amazing. Usually my leisure was my best friend i would write till someone or something fights for my attention and successfully gets it. I began to refine my thoughts every moment. On my study table you wouldn’t see any other any other thing expect books by different authors, pens, markers, pencils and jotters that i called “my book of writings”.

   “Please it seems this is getting too much, face your books first, it will come to pass at the right time” so my mum said. Fortunately for me i knew if i had relented a little, may be the inspiration might dry up and the passion die.  I didn’t want it to die so i read my academic books and also played with words. Time began to run but i run faster with determination, steadfastness, perseverance, hard work and most of all Gods’ strength. I declared that my first book was going to be published and lunched on my ss3 graduation ceremony. I wrote that statement on everything i came across; my books, my diary, my files and other places. I didn’t just write it but said it always for in saying it comes to manifestation, reminding everyone that my dream book must be published in 2015 while we were still in 2012. I made everyone know i was serious; i wasn’t playing around because i knew where i was going.

     I wrote several plays, poems, articles at a very short time. As I wrote my mum did the editing and when it was beyond her own edition she had to give someone else higher in that field. The person commended my effort and always said “good story line, work harder and join us in the literary world”. I smiled and said in the face of every obstacle “I will get there no matter how impossible it seems”. The first written, which I wanted to publish was half way edited then got missing. It was just too painful and heartbreaking that my work hard go down the drain. I didn’t give up at all. I wrote a much better one and it ended up just like the first. As at that moment I could place my hands on what was going on, it was hard actually to believe what was wrong. I saw time moving fast that I began to ask if I could still meet with my target of 2015. I was convinced within that this was to test how propelling my dream was. I gathered all my works and began to go through them, and then I saw that it was not really worth publishing, that God had used this means to stretch me more than I could see myself doing.

    How overwhelming? It wasn’t long the master piece of my first publication came. God himself inspired me with the topic and every word used in it. I wrote with so much passion and will to impact my world with words and let everyone see the beauty of words and how they could heal one’s pain. God really helped me on this. Day and night I wrote, forgetting all other things. My final exams where fast approaching, so I rose up and began to put my all as fast as I could. Now I sent this piece out for edition without fear of losing it again, so sure that my dream was half way achieved. After much editing going from my mum to the editor and back, my mum gave me feed backs on how it was going. Always thanking God for making things work out well as I wanted. I began to relax on the outside but my mind was filled with curiosity, just wanted to get the thinnest detail on how everything was going. I couldn’t just wait to get back home and see what God was doing. 2015 was filled with high expectations for me and every month passing and eagerly waiting for July 2015. It had seemed as if the days where purposely going slow, maybe it was so because I was counting each day with so much enthusiasm. My nerves began to calm down as the thought of series of discouragements, disappointments, setbacks and time consumption put forth just to impact my world. I prayed day and night seeking god’s face concerning my book and dream. I was made to know that it was one thing to write and another to impact others with what I have written. I was assured that my dream was living the world of fantasy into reality. Time favored me and it was time to be home, done with my final examinations. Seeing everything already in place made me wonder how time had passed by so fast. I did not realize anymore because I had stopped counting days but counting lives that would be impacted via my book. The thought of truly fulfilling a dream at a stated time was glorious. How great is it to rise up in the midst of challenges and difficulties.

      Hmm mm…suddenly that bright, wonderful and glorious day came, staring at me in the face “25^th July 2015”. “The winning success” emerged reality. The joy was uncontrollable and in-explainable. The lunching of the book became the theme for the graduation ceremony. Little me interviewed by personalities, television and radio stations. It was great because God wanted to show me how beautiful my dream was and how being determined made outstanding in my little world with great people like you.

    Really do not know how to end my story because I feel and know that my story has no end. IT JUST BEGAN. I will fly beyond the sky, rise and set beyond the sun, will burn and allow others to watch me…with the help of God and determination to say in the face of obstacles “THIS CAN BE DONE”.