Turn Your Water To Wine

TURN YOUR WATER INTO WINE

 

As a child, my father summoned my elder brother and I for a discussion. In our innocence, we gathered and sat by his feet. It was going to be a heart to heart conversation. “What do you want to be in the future?”, he had asked. By that, we knew he meant what career path we would like to follow. I am not sure I still remember what my elder brother chose, maybe I’ll ask him after this article. But I still remember mine vividly, especially because of my father’s unexpected reaction. 

I was seriously thinking of an answer, as a six-year-old. “I want to be a trader”, I had said.  “Trader in what sense?”, my father asked in shock or maybe for  sarcasm. I still remember the suppressed grin my brother had on his face. No one dared to laugh in that kind of meeting.

“I want to be going to market to buy fresh pepper and tomato in bulk and then sell to people in the community”, I added. How can a father hear that from a child he’s spending school fees on? He immediately rebuked me of course, and laid out noble career paths I could follow. 

From that day onward, this question left a space in my heart. The question of what I wanted to be. But... I was just a child, I mean, I couldn’t be more bothered. My own was to wake, sleep, crawl into my father’s arms at night and sleep. 

However, I progressively found myself in love with something. It was writing. I can never forget the day I started this journey. I was about seven years old. I picked up a bible, got an A4 paper and a pen. I purposed in my heart to write the whole book of Jobs. Why didn’t I pick a book of the Bible with lesser chapters? Why Job that has about 30+ chapters? I’m just reasoning it now sha. 

 

I remember designing the edges of the papers, I'd lay on the floor and start writing, then take a break for as long as I wanted. The paper seemed to get missing each time I  came back from my long break. As a goal getter that I still am, I would always look for another means to achieve what I want. 

Fast forward to my university days when the question, like a growing seed,  became riper in my heart. My two friends had started their businesses in fashion, another was working with the biggest and most popular fashion brand in my alma mater. They were  all making some cool cash and becoming famous with their passion, while I was just there, living a triangular life; church, school and home. 

But… Something happened one night. It changed my life forever.

  The conversation I had with my friend, Dami, changed my life forever. I reminisced on how I'd write stories as a little child, how I always loved to document my experiences. I knew that night that the flare I had was for writing. The wave of the fresh air that kissed my skin that night, was worth writing about.  I could trace the zeal I had for writing. I have always written all my life. 

As I proceeded, something helped me. I didn't have the desire to make money. Rather, I had a desire to inspire people, I wanted to use words to paint memories of healing, joy, peace, in the minds of people, forever.  My poems were solely inspired by the HolySpirit. He knew the best strategy to make the poems spread like wild fire. I started sending my poems to WhatsApp groups. 

 

There's no motivation that hits like getting feedbacks. People prayed for me, people acknowledged my writings, because God had first acknowledged them, because they were all inspired by Him. I gave myself a nickname which I still love so much; Endowed, at age 17. I knew there was a gift I had in me, for the world to see. This name reflects that gift perfectly.

 I wanted to learn to make bags, but that didn't work. Fashion designing didn’t work either. I fell sick or I wasn't just interested. But writing was something I never got tired of. This was how  I started my writing journey. 

 

When it was time to start making money, opportunities came. I had positioned myself. I began to write remotely and the lockdown really helped me explore writing. I held my first online class, which was a great success.  

Now it all began to make sense. My life was aligning.

Now to the main reason for all my long talks. What is your flare? Nobody has life all figured out. What makes the difference between those who end up being successful at it and those who do not, is the development of persistence. If you truly set your mind to something, you would find a solution. I do not believe anyone is daft. 

Our great solution providers today, went into deep thinking, no, it wasn't an ordinary discovery. Do you feel like you keep failing at it? Well, ask Thomas Edison. He watched all he had worked for all his life, burn into ashes. His little son asked, what do we do father, he said " We start again". I mean, he watched what he had worked for over 20 years burn into ashes and all he could think of was starting again? 

 

Everyone has a down moment, I have had mine too. I once submitted my article for a writing competition at the Student Union Affairs, my heart leaped for joy when I saw that I had been nominated. Two of my friends gathered and waited from the beginning of the event till the winners were announced. Guess what? I wasn't called. Imagine the shame. 

 

I have also spent my time on multiple writing projects that got rejected. Does that mean I should stop? No!

Joy, Daniel, Grace, Precious, I can’t guess your name. As you read this, I want you to know that there is something special about you, something spectacular in you, for the world to see. It could be your voice, sport skills, Graphics design, an NGO, painting, whatever it may be. It might not even be your major source of income. Invest in self-discovery. 

In the words of Todd Henry, Die empty. The moment you start this journey, you would be afraid of your “becoming” because it would massive. 

 

When the Bible said, the earnest expectations of the creation, awaiteth the manifestation of the sons of God, yeah, the Bible was referring to you. There’s a space you have to fill, there are destinies attached to yours. When you fail, they fail. Unless you want to be replaced. There were many men for the job, but God chose you. Arise!!!! 

Thank you for reading, I hope this blessed you. 

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