FEGA(my new friend)!!!!
I am writing again and off course it always a joy to be striking the keys of a key board with a knowing that someone somewhere is going to read. Like i said in my last post titled HIM,i will always appreciate the time you guys spend reading my blog. its a great privilege.
As always, I have no idea what to write on but i'll just flow as i'm led. By the way I got amazing feed backs from you guys on my initial post. Someone even asked me to send the song through Bluetooth that same day. He refused to go until he got the song,but it wasn't from me,A friend of mine was kind enough to send it to him
If you have comments on any of my articles and want me to know about it, i'm just an email away. please send me an email to this address. amakason16@gmail.com.(that's my most effective email address,i have another one but its not as effective as this one),I'll be waiting to hear from you.
I told you guys in my last post that I was going for a poetry competition right? well... I went for the competition and it was great. I met guys with the same poetry aspirations like I have and it was awesome seeing minds joining together to form a glued and unbreakable bond.
I'm wondering if I should say the best part of the competition before the worst or not...errrmm.. I think i'll start with the worst part,so that you guys would leave this blog today happy..(you agree right?)
The worst part is I forgot my lines right there on stage and I was stuck...(pretty bad) . I tried all that I could to remember but it was all for nothing because i remained blank..i mean gut level blank! and it was so not funny. When I finally recovered,the only line I could remember was the last paragraph. I did it, concluded the poem and immediately ran out of the hall as fast as my legs could carry me. I so ran.. I barely saw any one's face as I did. I felt so ashamed.....(my mind just did a flash back to how my legs moved from the mike stand to the door and how in no time I was outside with tears in my eyes). I didn't step my feet into the hall again,till the poetry slam ended.While I was outside, I saw a knife right at the edge of the door where I was and moved it from the floor up my throat(okay..see them at the edge of their seats waiting to see what would happen.. Nigerians like bad news eh!..nothing of that happened oo, There was no knife at the door talk more of me moving it to my throat...if I hear!) ,I was just kidding oo.. Sometimes when I think of people committing suicide,I think of selfish people who are thinking about no one person other than themselves.
Whether or not we believe it,SUICIDE IS AN ACT OF SELFISHNESS!! no selfless person would commit suicide! please quote me any where. People commit suicide mainly because they are tired of life,they will say,life isn't fair to ME, why ME?, and the ME would just keep popping out,because they haven't learnt to look away from themselves.. Depression and the likes are also in the same category. Look away from yourself and your sufferings.
The fact that you've had nothing to eat,that boy probably likes another girl and can barely notice that you're somewhere dying for him,you missed your lines during a slam poetry(that one is majorly for me*winks*),the list just goes on...
You can either choose to focus on the good or on the bad. The choice is yours! it'll amaze you to know that quite a number of guys enjoy being depressed,you know why? they love the attention. They would rather have people ask them "are you okay?" than stand up and shake it off.
Its quite a bitter truth but it is the truth anyway. Please can you stop thinking about how life has being unfair to you and start thinking of how many other people in the world really need to see your smile,to be happy. Think about the number of people that wishes they had what you had...(I don dey drift comot for wetin I wan talk.. but shey I said that I'll write as I'm led right? it seems like the Holyspirit has vex today oo).
The whole point of what I'm saying is let us try to look away from ourselves and focus on things that really give life. I heard a preacher say and I believe that we are only truly alive when we're helping others! How sweet life would be if we just love others enough to think about them before striking the knife into our stomachs,think about that friend of yours that smiled at you today before you tie that rope round your neck. Please do think about how much I love you and wish with all my heart that you will excel beyond your imagination before you throw in the towel,do think of how much God gave up for you before you give up on Him. Wait! how did I get here?.. lol... I think I'm done with the worst part of the competition thing,now to the best part....
I learnt a whole lot. I saw passion. I met people(really nice people). And I met Fega! (don't start thinking things oo..Fega is just my new friend). He was just always there with me,while I was feeling bad and all,he tried everything to cheer me up.. He read his poem,he talked and talked and talked.(just for me to cheer up oo). He was a deeply needed encouragement. He didn't even leave until he was sure that I was safely in the bus(ideal guy of life) and on my way home...
He is the topic of this article because he taught me really deep lessons in just a few hours. He is the exact definition of a guy that looked away from himself. Would it amaze you to know that Fega had a lower score compared to mine, and just like me he,didnt get into the second round? but he chose to either be moody or have fun,he choose to either be grumpy or be a blessing and I'm very grateful to him for choosing the latter. It was all thanks to him that I found the strength to move on.
It was also thanks to Fega and people like Daniel Faniyan,that I got the understanding that life really isn't about winning all the time. Winning is nice and sweet but the times we really learn are the times when things do not go the way we plan. The times when we have to make serious decisions. Times when you know that all the nerves in your system wants out but you have to push them all in and say with all the tears in your eyes and all the resolve you can muster that GIVING UP ISN'T AN OPTION!
Yes I didn't become the slam champion and all but I got to learn that being a champion isn't about getting trophies and prices but in choosing to stand every single time you fall. I owe all of my discovery yesterday to my great new friend who I might never see again... FEGA... Thank you friend!
Thanks for reading.. I LOVE YOU ALL TO THE BONES!
Submitted to His Word
Amakason
I am writing again and off course it always a joy to be striking the keys of a key board with a knowing that someone somewhere is going to read. Like i said in my last post titled HIM,i will always appreciate the time you guys spend reading my blog. its a great privilege.
As always, I have no idea what to write on but i'll just flow as i'm led. By the way I got amazing feed backs from you guys on my initial post. Someone even asked me to send the song through Bluetooth that same day. He refused to go until he got the song,but it wasn't from me,A friend of mine was kind enough to send it to him
If you have comments on any of my articles and want me to know about it, i'm just an email away. please send me an email to this address. amakason16@gmail.com.(that's my most effective email address,i have another one but its not as effective as this one),I'll be waiting to hear from you.
I told you guys in my last post that I was going for a poetry competition right? well... I went for the competition and it was great. I met guys with the same poetry aspirations like I have and it was awesome seeing minds joining together to form a glued and unbreakable bond.
I'm wondering if I should say the best part of the competition before the worst or not...errrmm.. I think i'll start with the worst part,so that you guys would leave this blog today happy..(you agree right?)
The worst part is I forgot my lines right there on stage and I was stuck...(pretty bad) . I tried all that I could to remember but it was all for nothing because i remained blank..i mean gut level blank! and it was so not funny. When I finally recovered,the only line I could remember was the last paragraph. I did it, concluded the poem and immediately ran out of the hall as fast as my legs could carry me. I so ran.. I barely saw any one's face as I did. I felt so ashamed.....(my mind just did a flash back to how my legs moved from the mike stand to the door and how in no time I was outside with tears in my eyes). I didn't step my feet into the hall again,till the poetry slam ended.While I was outside, I saw a knife right at the edge of the door where I was and moved it from the floor up my throat(okay..see them at the edge of their seats waiting to see what would happen.. Nigerians like bad news eh!..nothing of that happened oo, There was no knife at the door talk more of me moving it to my throat...if I hear!) ,I was just kidding oo.. Sometimes when I think of people committing suicide,I think of selfish people who are thinking about no one person other than themselves.
Whether or not we believe it,SUICIDE IS AN ACT OF SELFISHNESS!! no selfless person would commit suicide! please quote me any where. People commit suicide mainly because they are tired of life,they will say,life isn't fair to ME, why ME?, and the ME would just keep popping out,because they haven't learnt to look away from themselves.. Depression and the likes are also in the same category. Look away from yourself and your sufferings.
The fact that you've had nothing to eat,that boy probably likes another girl and can barely notice that you're somewhere dying for him,you missed your lines during a slam poetry(that one is majorly for me*winks*),the list just goes on...
You can either choose to focus on the good or on the bad. The choice is yours! it'll amaze you to know that quite a number of guys enjoy being depressed,you know why? they love the attention. They would rather have people ask them "are you okay?" than stand up and shake it off.
Its quite a bitter truth but it is the truth anyway. Please can you stop thinking about how life has being unfair to you and start thinking of how many other people in the world really need to see your smile,to be happy. Think about the number of people that wishes they had what you had...(I don dey drift comot for wetin I wan talk.. but shey I said that I'll write as I'm led right? it seems like the Holyspirit has vex today oo).
The whole point of what I'm saying is let us try to look away from ourselves and focus on things that really give life. I heard a preacher say and I believe that we are only truly alive when we're helping others! How sweet life would be if we just love others enough to think about them before striking the knife into our stomachs,think about that friend of yours that smiled at you today before you tie that rope round your neck. Please do think about how much I love you and wish with all my heart that you will excel beyond your imagination before you throw in the towel,do think of how much God gave up for you before you give up on Him. Wait! how did I get here?.. lol... I think I'm done with the worst part of the competition thing,now to the best part....
I learnt a whole lot. I saw passion. I met people(really nice people). And I met Fega! (don't start thinking things oo..Fega is just my new friend). He was just always there with me,while I was feeling bad and all,he tried everything to cheer me up.. He read his poem,he talked and talked and talked.(just for me to cheer up oo). He was a deeply needed encouragement. He didn't even leave until he was sure that I was safely in the bus(ideal guy of life) and on my way home...
He is the topic of this article because he taught me really deep lessons in just a few hours. He is the exact definition of a guy that looked away from himself. Would it amaze you to know that Fega had a lower score compared to mine, and just like me he,didnt get into the second round? but he chose to either be moody or have fun,he choose to either be grumpy or be a blessing and I'm very grateful to him for choosing the latter. It was all thanks to him that I found the strength to move on.
It was also thanks to Fega and people like Daniel Faniyan,that I got the understanding that life really isn't about winning all the time. Winning is nice and sweet but the times we really learn are the times when things do not go the way we plan. The times when we have to make serious decisions. Times when you know that all the nerves in your system wants out but you have to push them all in and say with all the tears in your eyes and all the resolve you can muster that GIVING UP ISN'T AN OPTION!
Yes I didn't become the slam champion and all but I got to learn that being a champion isn't about getting trophies and prices but in choosing to stand every single time you fall. I owe all of my discovery yesterday to my great new friend who I might never see again... FEGA... Thank you friend!
Thanks for reading.. I LOVE YOU ALL TO THE BONES!
Submitted to His Word
Amakason
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