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OUR LIFE’S STORY

 

This piece is going to be short, apt and straight to the point, any attempt to make it unnecessarily long might rob it of its essence. I therefore crave your indulgence to savour every bit of this piece the way it is, for it carries in its simple bosom the flames strong enough to fire up the story of your life. 

Whenever I on social media, I am very deliberate with my conversations, especially with those I am meeting for the first time. Often, I will first express my gratitude for the person’s acceptance of my request and my intention of having meaningful conversation with the person, (i.e. in the situation that I did sent the friend request), after which I will delve straight into knowing the person by asking about the person’s story. Some will be like: “what? My story?”  - And I will be like “Yes your story”, this is simply because I strongly believe we all have our life’s stories to tell.

You see, we all are wonderful story tellers, and amazing writers, I strongly believe we all have our unique yet equally important life’s story to tell. Writing is done by professional writers and for many purposes; some write to inform, some to educate, others write to entertain and amuse; while others write to recount events of the past, some write about current happenings and others write to project into the future. However, we all are writers, daily writing the lines of our life’s story in the pages of history, as time unfolds and events reveal, we all will know which kind of writers we are. 

Books are made up of words, sentences, paragraphs, pages and chapters, coherently designed and bound together to communicate a specific message. Daily we are presented with the raw ideas of what to write about whether good or bad. Life presents to us through people we meet, situations we encounter, circumstances and experiences we come across the right words to develop into sentences, paragraphs, pages and chapters of our life’s story. How we fuse these together largely determine the kind of story we write.

However, what counts when you are gone is the kind of story you have written in the hearts of men with your actions and inactions throughout your life time. A hymn writer once said we can only be remembered by what we have done, and yes it is true we can only resonate in the future through the kind of story our life is writing daily.

More practically, permit me to ask you these soul searching questions: what is your own story? What kind of writer are you? What kind of story is your life writing in the heart of others and in history at large? Will your life’s story be referred to when you are gone to help in solving the problems of other people’s life? Or will your life story be another Shakespearean tragedy? Honestly, generations will come that long to learn one or two things from our lives and from our present generation; we cannot afford to fail them by writing an anyhow story. 

Your situations may give you every reason to doubt as whether a beautiful story will come out of your life, and all evidences point to the reality that your story is just another tragedy that will grace the earth in space and time. I want to remind you that all great stories don’t start out great, there are always twist and turns and catastrophic intermissions. However, God who daily gives you new sheets every day to pen down the story of your life is not done given you sheets yet, He is committed to ensuring that your life’s story turn out great. 

In years to come, whether I live or I die, God helping me, my desire is that many will come to find my life’s story encouraging, life giving, inspiring, and worth emulating. I desire that the story of my life will go down history, breaking the barrier of tribe, ethnicity, religion and national borders. I have resolved to live my life and die my death to honour God and serve humanity in any way I can. We can change the world if only we desire these and much more. 

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  1. Sure thing Wal...God helping us...We can change the world.Thanks...

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