Where are the Legends amongst us?

Consequently we cry aloud: where are the knights? As we look around, they appear and disappear, faded into twilights. Champions of mediocrity reigns with charm, gazing further, we see the heroes. They are shaping the age ahead. Our age is evolving. This generation is self-defining. Imagine how we are emerging. Our age is dividing and defining. Can you see the divide? Can you see the dots? We were raised by heroes, fathered by giants. Their voices cry aloud from afar. They are voice of discipline. We were likened to gods, daily dying like moths. We were bound for Palace in Paris. We detoured as troupe through greed to Greece. We landed in Cyprus seriously injured. We were displaced to Syria. Our journeys have become a destination. We stopped. Progression ensnared at four-way sign. We came to the place called Kalahari. It’s like Sahara. These deserts happened to us amidst our journey through Arctic. We feel the winds amidst the storm. The wind-chill as we burn. We live with heat within. Our souls cry out for help. We starve, we stench, we sound as those who seems to be starched!

Legends are afar; we must catch up with them. Nevertheless we must run towards the light! Do you need to look far to see and plunge in? Do you have to squint to see the utmost? Who said they’ve all gone? The legends are all dead? When we see the handwritings of change, we feel the hope and know those who bring revolution are not far fetched. It is uncomplicated recognizing why we live in two worlds. How two different matrixes hold us all? Why they are strangely pulling us apart? There is a world of greatness. There’s distinction. It is the lowest height of prospect. The daily tenet there is plain: you either breathe your last on it. It’s excellence. It is exceptionality. It’s for you and you alone. You must live for fineness or there is no other option. There’s the second matrix. It is the world of mediocrity. It is where few things matter. It’s where principles and values don’t grow with age. It is an island of ease. You just take it easy and go with the flow or flow with the groan. Sometimes you can be stuck in between.

You can be pushed or pulled. You can even fall so badly; beaten by the drift, forgotten in the fight and flight of survival. The attitude of gang of choice may knight you as a “legend”. Words, habit and more may make you. There are those whom we only need to see once again and our dreams would soar again within [us]. There are those we need to run the Deer’s race away from. If only to preserve our dreams, we may have to reverse. If we will ever fulfill those dreams, there are destiny gangs we must identify with. We must stick together forever. There are those we must observe closely for fortune to be born forefront. There are inspirers even from afar that we only need to see again and soul would soar again. We may come to the post tagged “arrival” to see that there are few of these ones amongst us. We may get to that point when stimulation can only be drawn from within us. We may reach a yield sign where our inner reservoirs of old is calling enter to great lanes. Join only noble causes. Motivation may be a question of within and not without. We can either yield or stick, seeing maggots, faggots and harlots. Change will never be born; greatness will never be real until we can truly cry, not for the legends but dare to be the legends amongst us.

SELF-LOSS.

There is this sense of self in us that doesn't like to lose control. We don’t want to be tethered like a horse. We struggle with the control panel of life. We always want to be in charge. We travel, we meet new people; we find ourselves among new groups. Our identity is challenged. Sometimes, they want us to do certain things so that we can be accepted. The peer pressure comes on. The battle to be what people want us to be instead of what God want us to be rises. Sometimes, at the lowest ranking of priority is the struggle to be who we really wanted to become. Fear sets in. We fail to realize that we owe no man other from God.
Everything was given... People were only tools through whom things were actually given to us. Although, people do lay claim to the good they did for us. All the glory must be to God. He is the only wise God. And He deserves all our praise.
He did not ask for anything from us. He has given us benevolently. That is why you are without debt in God’s records. It tells me that you must be very important to God. And you are very precious. “There’s no one like you here on earth”. You’re so unique that somehow scientists would have to go through some cloning exercise to get even a fragment of your resemblance in guise of your clone. And even that in its very best will be your counterfeit. This tells me that somehow, you are more than who, or what you really think you are. You are a masterpiece… A treasure… You are to God, what a man will call his Pension earnings...that is the result of his lifetime's labor. You are worth more than a thing to God. You are a child of God! And as we travel around the globe in search of some golden fleece, let it be said that you lived like a people who refused to lose self-identity for any ephemeral things. Why? Because in interaction, in relationships, people easily forgets who they are; and in bid to identify with others; they lose themselves.

Although, I recognize that struggle in the centre of our consciousness; which tell us that we must never let go. We just want to resolve everything at once. We want to understand everything. Our brain box was never made to understand all our experiences. We therefore throw ourselves into the arena…into the Dens of Lions and the arena of wolves in guise of self-abandonment. This self-loss is the beginning of crisis. It means that you do not know who you are. It is a situation wherein we are no longer valuing who we are. We are so fooled into thinking of acceptance that we lose sight self worth. We lose sight of our self-value, self-validations, self- appreciation and more. And even all these are the least on the scale. Why? Because they seem to be self centered if taken to the extreem point.

When we get lost in the physical sense of things; we can use such things like the GPS, Maps, Guides, to retrace our steps. We can even avoid getting lost by maximizing these things. Although, a man can get lost geographically, and still retrace his steps. He can get back to the true course. He may never be able to do the same thing if he got lost in his spirit. We must watch out not to be spiritually lost. We may watch against losing our properties, our friends, even families but things can happen that may lead to their loss. We must watch out never to be lost on our own. As we try to help those who are lost back unto course, we must watch out, that we ourselves don’t get lost.

Being lost is self-destructive. The worst thing that can ever happen to anyone is to be lost in ideals, values, character, morals, spirit and more. There’s a loss of property; which so many people cry over. It’s not a big deal. It’s even better to lose such material possession than losing self. Why? Because you can get such material things back after loss; but not the loss of one self. It is the loss of self that is the most terrible thing. It took the blood of Jesus to redeem man from loss at the very first time it happened to the first Man called Adam. He was lost in the world of a stranger's beliefs system-who told his wife and him that they will never die by contradicting God's instruction, which was to never eat of a particular tree in Eden. So what happened next? There was a way of escape provided for man was through God's only Son-Jesus Christ. He came in the form of man to save man. He came to redeem you and me from where we've lost it. This is the story of salvation you must have heard several times.

Self-loss was ended through Salvation brought to man at the cross when Jesus was crucified. He brought man back to God. It was like disappearing into oblivion…someone literarily went into such darkness of hell to bring man back into light. The loss of one soul is such a big deal to God; not to even mention the loss of the entire human race.
Today, the loss of self in guise of mind-loss, happens every day. The loss of time has been overtaken by the loss of ideas, ideals and more. There’s been this wrong exchange of authentic beliefs, pragmatic philosophies, realities, simplicities, et.al for wrong and fake things. Somehow, human acceptance seems to be the next. We teem like fishes in the river of identity crisis. It has become so easy to reject God openly. It is not funny. It is sad. It happens everyday.

It’s my belief that, life is a gift from above and it is first a matter of where you stand? What you stand for? Who you stand for? If you don't clarify these things; you can lose yourself. And it can happen to anyone. It can happen so fast, so easily. What is your purpose? What cause will you die for? Why will you want to lose yourself? Does it really worth it to lose self for something immaterial, or something without eternal value? When Christ died for you to buy you back to life in God through His precious blood? Will you really want to lose your mind again? Will you do it for money, fame, game or shame? WiIl you lose your mind for people who would never agree with you in the first place? What will you lose yourself for? If you lose yourself into God, you will find your self… “Whoever will save his life will lose it, but whosoever will be ready to lose his life for the sake of the kingdom of God; will find it…" These were the words of Christ in red! Better to lose self into God than lose self into self, into sin, into worldliness, or crime. Better lose yourself into God rather than evil of self-indulgence. Life is valuable, it is of eternal value and it is a terrible thing to waste.

Secrets of Happiness...

I think the greatest relief comes for every man when we reach that point where we can accept ourselves for who we really are.When we realize our potentials and acknowledge our weaknesses. When we see our misfortunes and disappointments as some kind of lessons, blessings rather than sheer curses and ill lucks.I think i came to such moment when i realized that there is no man on earth who can write like me! On that day, i wrote in my journal something like this: "Today I am free! I became free not because I was bound but because I let lose my possibilities and potentials. Allowing them to meet in unison at a matchless and ultimate point. At somewhere in the recess of my mind. At a junction where I will no longer expect the expectations of men, to dictate how far I go, how much i write, how far i want to go in my writing career and even life in general."
It is true that some rejection free us to become who we really are. They were meant to "leave" us as we were meant to be. Not really changing us but changing our perception of ourselves.For me, I was expecting an idea to be paid for. It did not earn the money expected. Somehow, i could not bring myself down to a state of self-pity. I concluded within me that, it got too good for classification under the genre called money. It simply doesn't fall into any genre. I decided to get rid of the chase out rightly and stay in the race of self satisfaction and fulfillment.
And finally I’ve stopped. I stopped being a "gambler". Although, i don't play poker or bet at games. I’ve stopped gambling because i have simply come to terms with the fact that not every idea would be appreciated. It does not mean that the idea was not good. Rather,it may be that the rightest place and time for such idea has not yet come.Hence, i agree with the quote that said: There is nothing more powerful than an idea whose time has come.
As a result of these things, I have come to chose life, quality expression and uniqueness that characterizes many of my works and writings. I’ve decided to write irrespective of who reads, who prints, who pays, or who comments. I became loose within. Thereby i became freed like a tap flowing incessantly out.Somewhere down on the inside of me; I became freed to be me- a new-old writer who had the world under his feet or better put as inside his ink. The world has never seen my kind of works before. Because I’ve come to embrace my unique ideologies, beliefs, psychology, and “writeology” i.e. my science of writing, as basically and uniquely mine; irrespective of incomes. I became a man... I became free. Little wonder that someone once said that the truest power of a man lies within him, inside his uniqueness not in the hands of some other man. When we love what we do and we do what we love. We will be happy people.