Skip to main content

CHOICES


It is what over the years has defined and identified some, it made some and marred some, it set others on to fulfill their God given and designed destinies while it set others off the course of life. To some it is their greatest asset while to others it has been their biggest liability. Some can turn back and look and say joyfully that because of it they are where they are now and in the same vein others wouldn’t want to turn back and look how through it they are currently going down the drain. Honestly, throughout history, through it some wrote their names in gold on the sand of time while other did otherwise.
One of the greatest and the most powerful weapon a man has is his ability, his right and the freedom to make choices; to choose and decide between right and wrong, good and evil, moral and immoral, loss and gain, among other choices. Not only are we created in God’s image and likeness but we are created as rational beings; we carry in us the cognitive and will power of making decisions and choices. Our ability to decide and choose as humans is what distinguishes us from other animals; little wonder we are biologically referred to as “higher animals”. Therefore we have the capacity to choose or not to as we live life daily.
Life entirely hinges and revolves around choices – good or bad. By implication, we all are product of one choice or the other. Have no doubt about this, the choices we made yesterday is who we are today and the choices we are making today will eventually culminate to who we will be tomorrow. We all are faced with diverse choices every day; hence we have to choose what to wear and the shoe that match our outfit, we choose who to be, who to be our friend, what to do or not to do good or bad. Succinctly, life and the society at large thrive on choices as no meaning can be derived out of life without meaningful choices.
Can you please travel back keenly through time and history and identify great men and women? Can you pick out what singled them out of their contemporaries and peers? If you look keenly it was there many different choices. Again, if you observed carefully those that had the opportunity to be great yet ended up miserably, it was still the outcome of their many different choices. Choices made are like seeds sown, their rippling consequences are the harvest. Many had sown for their lives and generation through their choices seeds that will yield bumper harvest. Yet many had sown for their lives and generation "close to zero" harvest proportionate to the choices they have made.
Like I always say, I am an ardent believer in the reality that we are the ones to change the story of our time and nation. This we can achieve through making the right and correct choices today. What we are experiencing today as a people and nation is the result of the choices our fathers made yesterday; thus to repeat the mistakes they made will be to keep going in circles of wrong choices which will eventually lead to obtaining poor leadership, administration and policy making in the future. If at all this will be the case, imagine how miserable our children will be in their time.
Thus, as Nigerians, and as youth especially, the ball is in our court, the direction toward which we decide to play it largely determine how and where we will be tomorrow. We can decide and choose to get our Permanent Voters Card (PVC) and it is our choice not to get, but the former is commendable. Again, it is our choice to go out and vote in 2019 General Election for men and women of integrity and credibility to be our leaders, yet it is our reserved choice not to do so, but the former is preferable. Time and space has brought us to a political sensitive era that every choice count good or bad especially as it pertains to us as a nation.
We are our choices and our choices are us; this is a simple logic of reality. What you are today is the outcome of the choices you made about everything that pertain to life yesterday. Again what you will be tomorrow cannot in anyway be different from the choices you are making today. Great men/women are the product of their choices; history is never made and records are never broken without outstanding choices. Choices are out of free will but their consequences are a matter of necessity. Make your choices well, weigh their consequences, by so doing you would save yourself and your generation from harvest of regret.
Your life is a result of choices you have made, if you don’t like your life then it is time you start changing and making better choices. Life is made up of three “Cs”: choice, chance and change. This therefore means that you have to make the choice to take the chance if you want and desire change in your life. Succinctly, change begins with a choice and nothing will ever change for good unless we decide and choose to do so. The bottom line is the fact that we always have a choice because life is all about choice and not chance.
We must look back how far we have come, and how well our choices had been as a people and as a nation. We cannot deny the fact that our fathers made some bad and wrong choices yesterday and we are sure suffering and paying for it, it will be an unpardonable irresponsibility for us to fail in our effort to right their wrongs and change the story by making right choices today. Right choices lead to right way of living and eventually become seeds sown in the fabric of the nation that will yield harvest of right living in the future in every strata of our nation.
Please be free to leave your comments. Thank you

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

OUR LOVE STORY - WAL & NEN

  HOW WE MET Wal We have been friends on Facebook for quite some time but have not been conversing until December 6th, 2020, when she first replied to my message. That evening marked the beginning of the journey that led us here. We quickly blended in conversation, intellectually and spiritually, and by Christmas, we had agreed to meet for the first time by December 30th at the Jos Wildlife Park. Well, that meeting defined everything that we have today for me. I had told my kid brother two days earlier that once I meet her, and if the physical Meemwa aligns with the virtual one, that would be the bus stop for me - I would have found my wife. Meemwa One faithful morning I woke up and decided to check my messages on Facebook and came across new messages which I replied to and got an immediate response from this young man we started chatting on Facebook and after some days my cousin and friend came to visit, and I was giving them updates then they asked of the name and it turned o

IF YOU WERE PHILIP

  Permit me to tell you a bit about Philip. I met Philip in our undergraduate days at the University of Jos. He was never late even though he usually comes from home. I tried several times to beat him in punctuality but I failed on several attempts. Philip was cheerful, full of life, and always the spark of the house.  Last week was a tough yet defining week for me, I lost Philip who has been a friend for 10 years. Did I see it coming? Certainly not. Was I anticipating it sooner? I doubt it. But will we all die? Of course yes.  This is not a tribute but be patient with me as I share with you the lessons I have learned at the cause of his demise this week. I have no doubt they will bless your heart. Philip lived well : I know people are often guilty of saying things about people who are gone that are not usually true, but with a deep sense of honesty, humility, and certitude, at 27, Philip lived well. This is no fallacy, this young man touched lives everywhere he went, if not with his s

THE CRACKED POT

There was once a servant water bearer who had two pots tied to a wooden bar, which he used to hang on his shoulder to supply water to his master from a stream down the hilly house. The pot on the left side is perfect and in good shape fulfilling its purpose effectively, whereas the one on the right is cracked and leaks water right from the stream up to the master’s house. For two years, the water bearer kept using those two pots just the way they were, with the perfect pot delivering full quantity of water and the cracked one delivering just half. Hence for two good years, the water bearer could only deliver one and half pot of water to his master on every trip he made to the stream instead of   two whole pots which ought to be some sort of reward for his effort of shouldering two pots. One fateful day, the cracked pot got worried and apologized to the water bearer, expressing how sorry it was for the imperfection that has marred its being, for leaking water from the stre