I Am A Bamboo

B4 your eyes start poppin outta your head, lemme reassure you that I am only speaking in figurative terms. For all you superstitious Naija folks out there, don’t be alarmed; I am not a witch who manifests in2 a bamboo @ 12 midnight or 3am. Now, with that being said, lemme talk about what I actually wanna talk about.

Yesterday, I was reading a piece on Diamond’s blog which talked about how people have different purposes in life. You need to read the piece itself 2 understand where I am coming from. Anyways, the point is that a person can be a bamboo; that is, even though you’re born at the same time frame with some1 else, that person may start out being big (successful) while you may start out looking like you’re going nowhere fast, but the moment you do start going somewhere, you will blow up! because all that time you were ‘stagnant’, it was because you were growing roots….just like the bamboo. Well, I am a bamboo.

For six years I have cried @ God’s feet begging him to grant me one thing….or rather a series of things, but every time I thought I had a tiny bit of light @ the end of the tunnel, something always came up and put it right out. It was like every time I lighted a lil candle and hoped it would turn into a huge furnace, some big tornado (and even hurricane) came and blew it out. Every time I would have a lil bit of hope, something always came up and snatched it right out. I thought God had abandoned me, and I felt like my sins were just too much for him 2 hear me. I had almost given up. In fact, I stopped praying because I didn’t feel the need to pray – it’s not like anyone was listening anyway.

Out of nowhere, I got my first miracle. I couldn’t believe it, but my light actually didn’t go out this time. I mean, I actually had a light @ the end of the tunnel, and it stayed on long enough for me to meet it and take a hold of it. Miraculously, the tornados and hurricanes didn’t find my light this time.

Anyways, the point is that since that day (Aug 15th), a buncha lil things have been happening 2 me. Some people might call them coincidences, but I do not believe in coincidences, and neither do I believe in luck. Coincidences are all part of destiny and luck is favor from God. These lil things that have been happening have led me to believe that maybe my roots are done growing, and now they are ready to become a huge tree. My roots are ready to become wings so that I can fly high above my wildest expectations. Well, whatever the case is, I say Amen to it.

Some day I’m gonna talk about this in details, but for now, I do not feel comfortable spilling all the beans. God knows what I mean.

And all you bloggers and blog readers, please help me to thank God.

I’m out……..