Even if some notes come out right and some come out wrong
‘Cause I can’t take none of that through the door
Yeah, I’m living for more than just a funeral
I wanna burn brighter than the dawn
One life, one story to tell
Life is short; I wanna live it well
And you’re the one I’m living for
Awaken all my soul
Every breath that you take is a miracle
Life is short; I wanna live it well, yeah.”– Switchfoot (Live it Well).
I have inhaled the highs and lows of this planet for the three solid decades. Some call it living, other calls it surviving. Both are correct, I have tasted both, even though they look the same; they are very different. Lo, I come in the volume of the book it is written of me. Two chapters have gone already and I feel blessed as I hit the third chapter today. I am aware that I am three chapters away from flipping the last page of this not so bulky book. I am also sanguine that I have finally hit the chapter holding my first 1 million dollars; my amazing life partner; my masculine toys, and tools (Cars, Riffles etc.), and other beautiful things I won’t like to make public yet. I have fellowshipped with the elders in the synagogue. I have even swivelled ordinary pieces of woods into beautiful pieces of furniture. Going forward, the next time I sense scarcity of wine in a banquet, I will turn water to wine, the blind around me has to see my next visit to the city gate, I will ensure the lame must walk, leap and run while giving glory to the Lord.
As the main character of the venture, I still can’t explain how I survived the previous chapters; they were severe and horrifying. I have known sickness. I have seen the monster of poverty face to face. Dogs have attacked me twice in this my short life (A Rottweiler at 7 and an ordinary bingo at 15), weapons (both guns and knives) have been drawn against me at least 6 times. I have been stabbed in the back, and I have also been stabbed in my ass literally. At least once, I have been falsely accused of rape, cultism, homosexuality, and even Incest. I can’t imagine how I waded through the ocean of life without drowning. I think my life is like a movie, after all ‘actor no dey die.’
Even at 30, I still wrestle with some gloom of timidity, fears (Cynophobia is the most obvious), inferiority complex even sometimes. My self-doubt echoes louder than my real worth. My life would have been in chaos but HIS light always terrifies the darkness of my soul especially when I call upon the name that tears the sky apart.
Even after 3 decades, my sword will remain clenched in my fist, I will manage to travel with my shield and breastplate forever. I promise to be war-ready even though there seems to be Peace. I want more Kingdoms so more kings will have to fall by the edge of my sword. At 30 years old, do I have my life figured out? No! I still don’t know which way I am going, but I can finally hear my (the) way around (unlike in previous chapters). Yeah! THE WAY is just not a person, He is my friend! He says this is the path, walk therein.
This book concerning me doesn’t have a table of contents so it’s impossible to spy what is hidden in the pages ahead. I used to be worried about what is written on the next page but not anymore. Why? For the author and the publisher of my book is now my pal. We chattered about the goodies ahead already. He wrote the rest chapters in my favour. What an amazing friend I have in him. He is the ultimate friendship goal.
After spending 30 freaking years on this side of eternity, I do know I am closer to the end than ever and If there is anything else, I do know, I desire it’s the fact that I want to truly live before I die! Whether I like it or not, I will leave someday but I just want to live before I leave this throne.
I have many reasons to be calm and sober today like I have done in the past decade: I have a close friend in jail far away country. His 31st birthday is in 2 weeks, I also have at least four to five loved ones who are presently wrestling with the monsters of COVID19. I have a close friend who is in distress and I can help her much. I am not afraid or depressed because everything will turn out to be a testimony.
I also have a lot of reason to be super grateful. I am surrounded by the best of people who love me and love God with all their heart. I have enjoyed favour and grace that I do not deserve even if I am 100 times nicer or better.
Once again THE ROCKDWELLER is freaking 30!