Wednesday 28 October 2015

LIFE AFTER DEATH

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My name is KINGwax Oluwadamilare, and I will be telling you a true life story about my friend, Kofi.

I met Kofi in 2015 on Facebook. He was a Ghanaian who shared the same writing zeal as I.
Kofi was a graduate with a good grade and no job- a circumstance he found himself entangled in that wasn’t his fault. Nevertheless, Kofi was a hard worker who tried all who could to stay afloat in this stormy world of his.

We started by sharing writings and trying to chip in ideas into each other’s piece, and as long as it lasted, it went well and we both benefitted from the arrangement.  None of us bothered to try and employ the services of an editor because we couldn’t even afford it. As struggling youths from different countries, we tell our stories in our writings, and we erase every form of depression through expressions in writing. We almost shared the same style of writing as our poetry is mostly inspired by darkness, a negative muse due to sadness around our intended gladness. With hands well held together, we were surviving and laughing. We know that one day, a door will open.

Then suddenly, I stopped seeing his mail and I got worried when he didn’t reply mine. His mobile number was no more available. That scared me because it was running into weeks since I heard from my dear friend!

So, I logged into my Facebook account and tried to contact some of his friends who happened to be my mutual friends too. I told them I was worried about him and someone promised to help me trace him.

Three days later, a strange number called, and the voice was Kofi’s. He sounded dead and distant like a soul from hell.

“What happened, Kofi,” I asked, dreadfully, hoping the answer will be positive. But it wasn’t, Kofi was dying and the worst part was that he was willing to die!

He said, “I just found out that my fiancĂ© of five years has been sleeping with her neighbour who works in a bank.”

“Did you confirm that?” I asked, trying to pacify him.

“Yes, I did,” He replied, to my horror.  “The worst part is that this guy claims to be very religious, and my girlfriend…sorry, my ex, is the chief usher from her church; a very religious lady who never misses any of the church services. I thought I had myself a gem, but my friend, I am so depressed that I don’t know what next to do. I have stopped writing and I think I’m going to die!” He screamed and started crying like a baby, much to my annoyance.

“Dude”, I called on him, “as much as I sympathizes with you, I must admit that you are a fool!”

The crying stopped abruptly, and I continued.

“If you die because of this, will that stop them from having sex and talking about your stupid life? Did you consider the fact that this revelation would have been more painful if you guys are already married? Did you realize that you should be grateful that you know that your ex- wasn't a saint she claimed to be? Didn’t you feel good that a problem of many years was brought to your notice this day? Didn’t it feel like you just saw tomorrow? Why are you so myopic that you forgot to see that aside her, there are others humans with boobs and hairy triangles walking to be noticed?

“If only I was in your shoe, I would have called you today and tell you how I used my situation to write as many poems as I could. How I wish this could be your opportunity to tell a story that you can relate with. Dude, send me your address so that I can attend your funeral as the last respect to a friend if you still insist on dying!”

I knew I was too harsh, but it worked because it was just the truth. He was silent, and then he disconnected. I didn’t hear from him until someone sent me a mail containing a link to a website. Lo and behold, there was the picture of my friend as a winner in an international writing contest. He will even be travelling to England for his chapbook launching. There was a little page for a dedication. It reads:

“People who left you while you were struggling for air in the waters were just helping you to float to the surface. Because they do not have a mind of their own, if you insist on carrying them along then you might just have to sink with them.

“Do not worry about the things you cannot have, but be anxious about the great ideas you were unable to write about.


“This chapbook is dedicated to my only friend, KINGwax Oluwadamilare. You are the one who made me realize that there indeed life, after death.”



Saturday 24 October 2015

THE LOST SOUL

                                                        
           

Plunged into the ocean of darkness
Struggling in its impossible berth
Wishing I could escape this smoke of blackness
Feeding my soul with nothing but spiritual death


Oh, save my soul, for I know no peace
My conscience is drowned in the evil of my actions
My ways are paved on the path of the wicked
My nights are haunted by evil of my days


I escaped poverty, but I murdered my sleep
I destroyed potentials and the poor I cheated
I rejoice always at the wailings of the weak
I joined the league of the worst and the wicked


I failed to draw peace from the vastness of my possession
I couldn’t derive joy from the oceans of my wealth
My feet are quick to the house of the voodoo
Because my evil now eats through my health


Yes, I am lost, but I wish to be found
I have traded my peace with my carnal desires
Let the winds come and let Karma be invited
I bared my soul because I hope to be found!


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Wednesday 7 October 2015

HOW TO DISCOVER YOUR PURPOSE IN LIFE


Today, I will be sharing a work a great man who decided to share with us, how he discovered his purpose in life. In sharing this, he hoped to help many like me, maybe like you too, to discover a purpose and work in line with it. Because in truth, a life without purpose is as disgusting as a cockroach. People get irritated whenever such individual appears.
So, take your time to digest.


PART 1
What Living On Purpose Really Means

Living on purpose simply means being able to give a correct account of the WHY for every of your daily actions. It means to live your life like a man/woman on an assignment; having short term, medium term, and long term goals for your life. It means living a planned life. Living on purpose implies a longer life for you; and not just that alone; it also means a life full of impact and meaning. It is a life worth living.

Nothing can be more frustrating as drifting through the days of your life like a robot, feeling lost and dissatisfied; angry at life, angry at people, blaming everyone else but yourself. People with a lack of purpose float rather than swim. They are passive in life rather than active. They flow with the tide and will rarely row hard against it.

They are shortsighted, helping fulfill everybody’s dreams but their own. Their lives are an emotional roller coaster, with more troughs than peaks; bored with themselves, often finding a way to distract themselves whenever possible. They rather find joy in foolishness such as expecting to get laid, flagrant display of clothes and its accessories, flaunting of electronics that are already outdated in Europe, binge drinking, joining of evil groups on campuses and so on.

This may be sounding vitriolic, or looks like a cynical viewpoint, but I’m afraid it isn’t. This is reality. I was a victim of lack of purpose for many years. Some of those days, I stayed awake all night, pondering what on earth I was born to do in life. I was so easily distracted by anything at all; lacking focus and direction; spending my life on social media sites just to scout for  frivolities such as cheap sex and to scam others.

PART 2

My Story
Between my first year in the medical school and fourth year, I vacillated constantly on what I wanted to do after school because I clearly lacked direction. In my first year in school, I wanted to specialise in Orthopaedic Surgery because I had an uncle who was a successful orthopaedic surgeon. Problem arose when I tried to get close to him to be my mentor then, but sadly, I discovered that he didn't believe in me. He thought I would never make it through medical school. He constantly spoke words of fear each time I visited him; telling me stories upon stories of young chaps who couldn't make it beyond the 2nd MBBS examinations. I lost my confidence and self esteem listening to him constantly, so I stopped visiting him.

I later changed my mind to Ophthalmology in my second year; then Obstetrics and Gynaecology in my third year. Later on, I decided I was going to be a top entrepreneur, with a focus on importation of drugs and running a one stop pharmacy complex. But my contract with confusion had not been severed. There was more confusion to come.

In my fourth year in school, I decided that I was going to be a pastor with my church.

So, in pursuit of the anointing for the ministry ahead, I abandoned my academic texts for many months as I went on many personal retreats. I missed tutorials and clinics while reading up on several books on Faith, Miracles, Power, etc, and I listened to hundreds of tapes in the process. I was the president of our fellowship then in campus. 

Needless to say, I dropped in my academic performance in school during this period of my search for the anointing and I’m sure you know why.
Due to this effect on my academic studies, I gave up again on being a pastor and I faced my books squarely in order to return to my academic best. 

It was during this time that I became angry at God and at the religious folks around me. I rebelled vigorously against God in my mind. I cared less anyway since I clearly couldn't diagnose my problem.

It was not until my fifth year that it all came together. I had more clarity than ever before. Nothing gives more clarity than a sense of purpose.

Are you feeling like a confused automaton trapped in a cold and unforgiving matrix? I’ll show you a way out; how I solved my own puzzle of living without a purpose and a direction. Grace to you.

PART 3

How I finally discovered My Purpose.

(1) I spent one weekend alone, thinking and reflecting on my CORE VALUES.
You see, our values are a pointer to where our calling lies. For instance, I discovered that my core values included

~Integrity and Sincerity

~Curiousity (Yes, it's true. I'm a curious person. I lack discipline and order). The meaning is that I hate routine and would likely rebel against norms than follow them.

~Hardwork

~Dedication

~Respect

~Loyalty

~Love, Compassion and Sharing

~Impact, Recognition and Appreciation

~Family and Friends.

I wrote them down, and decided that I would walk away from people, associations, societies, and cliques that do not share at least half of these values. There is a correlation between purpose and your values.

(2) I looked inward to discover what my PASSION really was.

For instance, I have more passion for public speaking and making power point presentations than I have for hospital job. Thus while my value for Love, Contribution and Sharing will keep me in the practice of medicine, my passion for communicating hope and direction will keep me afloat as a public speaker.

(3) I analysed the things that gave me PAIN and STRESS.

Many of us have been hurt and disappointed severally by people. For instance, I lost a sibling who was supposed to be my elder brother to a careless doctor who was treating him for malaria for several weeks while he was suffering from anaemic heart failure; which eventually took him. 

He was the only son of my parents then, with five female siblings ahead of him already. So, you can imagine the pain of my parents at losing a son they've been waiting for.

You see, there will be defining moments in your life. You don't have to forget them; but heal from them and turn them into a message/career. Make sure someone close to you does not have to go through the same things that hurt you in the past.

(4) I took a look at the PROBLEMS around me.

I believe that problem solvers are men of purpose. To help in solving other people's problems will shoot you to relevance and make you a man-on-assignment- a man of purpose. So, I found a problem.

When I was a student, one problem I saw was a sea of people who didn't know why they were in school. Some naive girls as young as 16 or 17 years were readily snapped up by smooth talkers who go on to persuade them to move in with them. 

Every night is a night of rumble under the sheets. These girls enter the university as good, homely girls but are turned to sex objects before they leave school. These are people's future wives for that matter. I saw it as a social problem that needs to be solved.

It pained me, so I started talking about it. I will enter a class early in the morning before a lecturer comes in and plead for attention from them to hear me out. I talked in hostels too. Little did I know that I was sharpening my public speaking skills and perfecting myself in the art of persuasion; at the same time, making an impact in the lives of first year students.


(5) I spent time bathing myself in PRAYER

-asking God why He created me, and sent me to my family, my community, my state, and Nigeria. Why was I born in Nigeria and not in Luxemburg?

I prayed until I had peace in my mind that God wanted me to practice medicine and not to be an entrepreneur/importer of drugs after medical school (please don't laugh).

You see, I believe the bible is a universal book that has sold more than any book on earth; filled with so much wisdom. Thus whether you believe in God or  you are simply an atheist, I hope you draw inspiration from a story I read in Habakkuk 2vs1-3 that taught me this 5th point.

Prophet Habakkuk said he will stand on his watch (the place of prayer), to hear what God will tell him. Then God gave him his purpose and told him to write it boldly and in plain letters. God further encouraged him with further words of hope. You can find your purpose like this.

PART 4

Warning:

(1) Ladies, please never marry a man that clearly lacks purpose.

They are everywhere, roaming up and down without a purpose or plan for their lives. It will be a Holy Padlock, not a Holy Wedlock; because they will sit over your purpose/plans/ambitions; feeling threatened at your progress since they themselves lack purpose. 

They are the type of men that graduate into abusers; battering their wives at the slightest issue because they try so hard demanding for respect instead of earning it with their grand purpose/plan/ambition/sense of direction. The stories on internet portraying all sort of abuses meted out to women are enough lessons. Beware, lest you forget.

(2) Gentlemen,please do not marry a clearly clueless, naive woman who is not supportive, without direction, totally dependent and materialistic, without a life of her own.

As a single lady, her highest calling is spending time on how to tie a man in an unholy marriage of her own; warming a hundred beds in town without planning on how to be a wife/mother/resourceful partner/efficient manager of resources/homemaker.

A sense of Purpose/Assignment solves all that. It has a way of conferring wisdom for living to people who discover theirs.


PART 5

My Prayer For You

If you're currently reading this, I believe you're a messenger; and you need to know that. You were designed with an end in mind so you should discover it and fulfil it.
The spotlight is on you now. May your life never lack a sense of purpose. You’ll never drift through life again. You’ll go from wandering aimlessly to possessing your future. You will own it.


You shall experience a quantum leap - a radical ascent of grace, shooting you up into new realms of life, not traceable to your natural ability.
You shall experience unpredicted emergence; a show up on the scene supernaturally, like the Wind, and taking your space by storm!


You shall experience a mighty rescue from habits stronger than you, plus the licence for a future better than your past.


God will take over your life and you will become a different person by grace. Your soul will be emptied of pain, and the curtains will lift for new light.


Grace to you, and unto me too (amen).


You can connect with the writer through his twitter handle: @DrChiemeziem

Thursday 1 October 2015

TENTACLES OF YOUR PAST, THE HOLD ON THE FUTURE



The picture with this post depicts genuine smiles, even in the least place we have expected it. They probably have no good clothes, probably no good food, maybe no education, never seen electricity or many of the freebies of civilization that have made life a bit simpler for us. But yet, right with the mud house behind them, knowing they will sleep on a straw mat at night, they radiated so much glory in the beauty of their innocence.


But you,
Why did allow the tentacles of your past to hold you down like the fetters on a prisoner?


Why did you revel in darkness and continue feeding your soul with the thoughts of your failures?


Like the ashes, you have lost your beauty, and the essence of your happiness you have allowed to fade like a lost glory!


You secluded yourself, withdrawn into darkness, drawing solace in the condemnation of your beautiful self.


You have grown lean and feeble since all you eat is the hit liquid of your ferocious tears.


My friend, please hold on for a minute  and take solace in being privy to these…

Some, like me, have lost a whole investment to the fate that was never imagined…


Some, like them, have failed in everything that has ever been…


Some, like her has never had a joy keeping a relationship…


But yet, here we are, clutching to the wind like it will take a shape and be our strength…


We keep laughing all the way because when we cried, it made no sense and for once it never helped…


We rejoice at the opportunity of the next day because we understand that- 
If yesterday was the end, then today we will never be…


But being alive is a hope, a beauty that allows you to retry…


And yes, we keep trying and one day, maybe, we will get it right…


Now, this day, let us celebrate your own independence as you yank yourself away from your past…

JUST REMEMBER, if yesterday was the end, we will never be alive to try again today.

HAPPY INDEPENDENCE!!!


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