Victory is sweet.Wachira John
So today I wake up at 2AM and I couldn’t seem to get some shut eye. I roll in bed staring into the darkness. I hate such moments. Its not long before I notice Boniface Em(roommate) is also awake, though calmer than I am just scrolling his phone. Then there are these mosquitoes that buzz off in my ear. Such a nuisance those blood suckers. Anyway, I bury myself under blankets in the hope of getting some sleep. Nothing. I figure then if I am not going to sleep, I better get my lazy self out of bed and make some good use of my time.
I’m not sure I want to do anything. My eyes run across the room and then I see her. Yes, her…hehe. Ah, my laptop. I always wonder why we assign the female gender to anything, No pun intended. Just wondering. Mother nature,Mama Africa et cetera. I don’t know why I call my laptop her. Its just inherent. Or maybe I read that joke why computers are female. But I’m not mentioning it here lest you ladies pulverize me to nothingness. Its long before I wrote anything and now is especially a bad time to feel like writing because I have nothing in my head that I want to write about. I just want to. Then I remember this quote by James Maynard, “And if you don’t live, you have nothing to write about.”. And I’m now all gung ho, set to begin. Believe me, I’m still thinking about what I want to write about in this piece right now.
(Looking around, Boniface is now asleep) Last night, I remember looking at a football clip. It was a collection of ultimate last minute goals. It thrilled to the bone. For all non-football fans out there, I feel you, please bear with me. I support Barcelona. But I can’t tell you when I last watched their game or who their last signing was. But I’m still sure Messi and Neymar haven’t left. I’m good and that’s all I need to know for now. The spark about this clip was that the emotion exuded by the entire arena is so vivid. Folks holding their breath during the final moments hoping the tie game goes their way. And when it does, they all go into a frenzy. The players, their coach, their fans, leave alone those who are streaming the match. Adrenaline kicks in and they celebrate and run around the field like they have nothing else to live for. Psst…A moment of silence to the loosing team. There’s a next time. Let’s just talk about the winners today.
I don’t mean to keep rumbling on and on about football and its dynamics. My point, victory is sweet. If you are reading this post, you’ve had a victory at some point in your life. Something that made you say “I did it” aloud or otherwise, a toast to you. Even I and my introverted nature, always mindful of keeping a low profile do find my hands flying into the air and screaming my head off when I have attain success. Especially when I finally fix an incessant bug in program I’m writing. Boniface can confirm this. By the way, a certain personality test concluded that I’m an ambivert. Whatever that means. All I know is that I’m not extroverted.
Back to my story. For victory to be attained, even at the face of imminent loss, giving up is not an option. It does not mean you want to continue, or have any strength left. Whatever you do, never let loose. If and when you get to the finish line, as victor. This victory you will never forget. It etches in memory permanently. And its stands as testimony that if you did it once, you can do it again.
Then sun is now rising(literally). I have to go now. My best to you. Stay focused, encourage yourself and win today. I pray that our father in heaven graces us to live today in accordance to his will. And all that we do, we do it to to bring glory and honor to his name.
I can not put this pen down without thanking some people who’ve been instrumental in helping me grow my talents. Dad, I can’t thank you enough. You always read anything I wrote, you always listen to me whenever I have anything to say. Even to things that I look at in hindsight and make absolutely no sense. But you made me feel what I wrote or said was important. Emma Kimani, first, many accolades for being the great writer that you are. Check out her works here www.emmakimani.blogspot.com. If you hadn’t prodded, I probably wouldn’t be writing this. Dalavin, always said I could write. Boniface, thanks a lot for being the friend I’ve always needed. Wilson, thanks for always stopping by and giving feedback. Brian Bosho, the blog is now up at www.wachiraweb.com. Thanks for the idea. To all who take their time to read whatever I write, Asanteni sana. And of course, my darling. Thanks a lot for the love, prayer and encouragement. The list goes on and on. I can’t thank you enough guys. You’ve made me victorious.
God bless you pals.