THE LESSER POWER OF UNFINISHED STORIES

THE LESSER POWER OF UNFINISHED STORIES

This post is long. If you hate long posts, just jump and pass. Maybe, it's not just for you. Bye...

See you next time.

Okay. If you hate it like me but you don't have a choice to read like I always do, continue.

9 Days from now, your mind and mine will be solidly lifted with great zest by the influence of the story of many persons you sat to listen to this year, also, those you cared to read their written thoughts here on social media or on papers in the books you've read.

At thesame time, the stories of many others will get farther away from the north pole of your mind. I mean those who have left the stories of their lives unfinished.

See, there are very considerate and reasonable reasons why some stories remain stale and incomplete by their writers and actors.

Yes, very concrete reasons but the result is, not many persons are ready to hear it whenever such stories are told.

I was the best student in written and oral English in my class why in secondary school.

I went as far as representing North Central Zone in the grand finale of the Presidential Essay Writing Competition in Abuja and came out as the first runner up behind one Winifred Tushati Green who represented the South South zone.

But you see, I can't just do this writing thing now, just forget it Gabby.

This is an unfinished story. This guy has just left the pages of this book he started scribbling on empty. No problem.

You didn't get that? OK. Check this

After the demise of my mum, I couldn't just see anything meaningful in this life again. Even though we lacked nothing to fund our education after her death, I knew I was not going to see her again and it didn't just made sense for me to continue schooling...I mean, I can't go to school now. No No No..forget it Gabby...

This is another unfinished story.

You didn't even get that?  OK.

See Gabby, I was sexually molested for three years by a man whom my mother married after the demise of my dad in 1996.

I couldn't tell my mum because she wouldn't believe me.

I decided to get pregnant for Nathy even when he had nothing to help my life and where I was heading to, just to escape that man's house.

For sure I've known many women like myself today who came out strong even after this heinous treatment and are now strong voices for the course of girls in homes but Gosh.....I can't try that. You know where I'm coming from naw.

I mean this is shameful... at least they are doing good and let them continue.

Some of us, our stories are not not just meant to see the light.

Please.... Let's drop this topic Gabby, I don't always feel comfortable telling this story that has kept me this low. It's nauseating.

This is another unfinished story.

You didn't even get that. OK

Gabby, you remember Gladys in our class that year right?

Yes, the quiet and naive girl that never talked in the class even when she was given a prefect abi? Correct!

I came across that girl at Nanka Premium Plaza yesterday. She was delivering a powerful teaching seminar to some group of young entrepreneurs at one of those  multipurpose mini halls.

In fact, I even saw this guy that owns Madoo Table water sited in the hall and listening to her. I couldn't believe my eyes.

I had to move to the extreme left of the hall, leaned behind the windows and watch her very well.

That scar on her left cheek given her that time in SS1 by Senior Punani  when she carelessly flogged her for keeping quiet to her question fully convinced me she was the one.

Gabby.... people are developing themselves oo. Girls the try this days sha oo

But kai!..it's not for some of us like this oo. Na who English help. Forget it o.. Some of us no just fit do those kind things.

This is an unfinished story happening.

As a young person in the 21st century, it is ridiculously not too good to allow your story unfinished, dry and spilled on the bare thighs of mediocrity and simple fun characterised in our day. No.

There is someone who needs the story of your  becoming even when you think you don't need it.

One soul is waiting to hear the dirty part of your life which you passed through, 4 years ago which didn't kill you and you are still shining like this to unplug him out of that fix he is thinking he is the first to be trapped in.

Will you be committed to living out that story and telling it unashamedly or will you deny that person a full life by allowing yourself remain where you are? Selah!

Nandi who is in secondary school needs to hear your story of how you began small and promising, so he can meet you one day and tell you that he heard your story while in secondary school and it became his personal motivation to keep his personal walk with God inspite of all the odds.

Or will you deny him even this free story of yours by becoming complacent even though you cannot see him to break light at his feet with your money?

I don't know what to say again but just reflect on these things.

Someone somewhere needs this your story even when you think the world is wicked and no one cares.

She needs it ma. Will you choose to leave it unfinished so it disappears even in the minds of your family members 6 months after you might have been buried?

Finish your story so that it can become etched on the streets of that small girl's mind. I bet you won't love it if you see her after here and she tells you, you were the only one she had around who was good but she forgot about you because you allowed your emotions cut you by the knees and you ran away with that keke napep uncle.

The unfinished stories of our lives further weaken the best stories of those we are called by Heaven to influence. The finished stories of our becoming does the exact opposite.

Sometimes these things happen while you are not even aware of.

Give your story the needed strength to walk into the heart of others to disrupt and chase out demons so they can be grateful they met you by keeping on despite all these distractions.

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