The morning rays dazzled my eyes as I grudgingly removed my blindfolds. Like a routine, I stretched my hand to turn off the alarm clock that disturbed my sleep. It was 7am, but the room was still dark with little lighting due to the peculiar window that was open in a way that the sun rays could hit my eyes perfectly. It was so quiet that I could hear my thoughts which was strange given the time of the morning. This place is weird, I thought to myself. Reluctantly, I stood up from the low-rise bed that creaked as I rose. I glanced at my already ironed white shirt and faded blue trousers. “Such a boring uniform”. But I had no choice. At least, I had a job. The unemployment rate was so high in this place. The city was in desperate need for miracle. But what could I do, I was just a waitress in a normal restaurant. In record time, I got ready for work and said goodbye to my dim apartment.
So it’s my birthday today, and I thought it would be befitting for me to give y’all a gift. Here is my birthday gift to you:
Today, I want to tell you a short story about hope. I wish for it to bring a smile to your face as it did mine.
Reading Chimamanda books has a way of making you feel like a writer. Her words will invite you into the story and at some point it would feel as though you had a say in how the novel plot was going to progress.
Our flight was by 10:00 pm, it was a Delta flight meaning straight to the USA, no stopovers. By 6pm, a few presenters and I were already at the airport, but the bus with our luggage was no where to be found. Typical Enactus day! Thankfully the bus made it in time and we checked in.
Life is all about getting to share experiences with people, both the good moments and the not so good ones. There is so much beauty in crossing paths with people and actually making connections that could last a lifetime. Recently, I’ve been talking a lot about how God places all the pieces of the puzzle together and completes the bigger picture, but I’ve realized that most of all those pieces are people He has placed in our lives.
You know I haven’t being consistent with posting on the blog. A lot of things haven’t being going as well as they should do I wanted to hide. I wanted to hide from my blog because this is meant to be a source of inspiration and motivation to people, and so I didn’t want to write about my struggles,
As a writer, my current feelings would affect my work. Even down to my choice of words, you would know something was wrong. But I forgot for a brief moment that there is beauty in the struggle. There is beauty in the process, you just have to trust the process.