My blog writing lifestyle began in 2012 and initially I thought it would just be a fun way to counsel people and all, but then everything took a different turn. I realized I could create imageries and tell stories from which I could extrapolate a lesson or two. So I began to write in earnest. I recall that I wrote about my visit to South Africa and how I stood at the balcony of nature, being driven along the shores of the Indian Ocean, the other end of Africa. I wrote about the beautiful scenery - rolling hills, mountain top and relieves that I encountered as I travelled from Johannesburg to Durban. The beauty still has not faded from my memory till date.
I also wrote a blog about the Duke of Cambridge and the pressure he and every parent would have to deal with to raise their bundle of joy. In other blogs, I wrote about God, godliness, love, politics and most strangely sports, daring to give an opinion about Wenger who I consider the most efficient coach in the whole of English Premiership League, but of course, not the most effective.
Among my most recent blogs was one about the colour of the famed River Thames, with water colour looking much like that of the third main-land lagoon or much more like River Niger (to compare like with like). By the way, I crossed the head bridge (as it is called) the other day, travelling to my father Land and whereas I used to be bothered about how brown the river was, I wasn’t so concerned anymore having been to River Thames. My only concern was that there was no Queen’s Walk along the bank of the river, no sky scrapers bothering either side, no beautiful medieval castles with clean lawn and no cozy sit-out areas where the whole world can come to enjoy the cool breeze blowing across the river while they eat lemon sprinkled sauté fish or whatever it is that is on the menu.
I wrote about my visit to Buckingham Palace. And truly I wondered why I was willing to write about visiting Buckingham palace when I wouldn’t even dare to visit the Oba of Benin’s Palace. I am sure you know why the former is so possible, but the later isn’t especially given the fact that my wife is still young and I simply cannot test the possibility of the “King” putting his “foot” on my wife, like the Yoruba people say.
The most interesting thing was that thousands of people read my blogs on the street of Lagos. And I knew that because I made a news magazine headlined by different blogs I had written and distributed them on the street of Lagos every month. The feedback was so good, and it showed we had some street credibility. Interestingly, writing the news magazine led to an even more important action, the publishing of my own books. I have since published two books. I went from blogger to the author of books and for me that was an important dream that came true. I wrote my first manuscript when I was sixteen and had done four more before I turned twenty-five. I had tried to get them published, but given the publishing landscape in Nigeria, I realized that the only way was to self-publish. So I started a company and began publishing my own materials. How about that?
Interestingly, I did these at some of the busiest times of my life both career wise and ministry wise. I realized that the more I worked hard, wrote blogs, designed newsmagazines, planned conferences particularly “Inspire For Women” and pastored, the more effective I became at my career. The more energetic I was and the more we achieved our set objectives. Interestingly, it was as if all the cash I needed came to me. All the needs were met and most importantly my life began to turn out just the way I wanted it. My stress level reduced, my creativity soared and my energy level increased. I came off with fewer excuses, I was willing to push for more, no matter what, and though my salary did not change, it achieved a lot more than I expected. I was unstuck from constantly looking at how impossible life was. I began to think of how possible, how probable and how exciting things could be.
In all these I learnt great life lessons, that life is to everyone what they make out of it. It is hard if you think it is, it is worthwhile if you think it is. The tendency is to always find reasons why you will not get things you like done, and I really don’t know why it is so. Maybe it is the First Law of motion in action, requiring that you apply a particular level of force on your life to kick start its motion and jolt it from its rest position or to alter its uniform motion in a straight line. Anyway, it is as clear as daylight that to achieve anything worthwhile in life, one must make out time and create space for things that are important to one. If you dream of it, you need to make out time for it.
The conclusion of all these is that life is possible if you are willing to make it.