24 on the 24th

So we are here again for the 24th time in my life and 52nd for Mother Zambia.  Seeing so many young people that have been denied a chance to get older this year,  I will not complain of my being late for some deadlines, but just thank God for bringing me this far.

I have experienced quite a number of things thus far: Some good,  some bad. I believe some form of strength and faith has been granted in the process. My focus has been directed to greater goals which are viewed as unattainable to the non-believer. There is a constant thought about the future and a few worries and fears,  but there is so much inspiration floating around to keep me going.

Noticed a few flaws and they are now subject to my efforts to change. As an aspiring future president, being introverted pushes me in the corner at times. Also I have become so aware of how what I can say could affect others, so I am learning to be careful in my speech.

I have realised like most of you how when you are doing the right thing it shouldn’t be aimed at pleasing anyone because the truth of it all is you can never succeed in pleasing all. Therefore, I have surrounded my self with people that appreciate what I do, encourage, advise and constructively criticize me.

I know I am not the first 24year old who has sucked at relationships. I have no idea what it means to be in love. Maybe it is weird and strange to many, but I am glad I have delayed having a form of weakness. I, however, haven’t been the one to delay the process because it’s not my fault I have never really met one to sweep me off my feet. My standards remain high like Zambia’s inflation. I, however, still know God got me in his programs on this issue because I still pray for her wherever she is.

I said I would not complain, but it scares me how the years have flown by. My friends are graduating, getting jobs even buying cars, but I was late for uni. I am glad to be encouraged by one comrade of mine, Mukwavi who has always told me it is no accident where I stand today.My beautiful mother also always told me, it is never too late for me. I understand it is weird for her her baby is getting old. I think we shouldn’t complain, but make the most of the time we have. I have seen 35year olds talking about how they want to make it so I guess I still have some time.

I feel even more special for being born on our great day as Zambians. Today we remember our forefathers who shed their blood for our freedom, yet again it is a day I am reminded of a need for economic independence. Every day I hope it is not too late for our salvation. Being an African leader gets tougher as the years go by.

All in all,  I am happy with who I am today. I couldn’t be who I am though without God,  family and friends. Sincerely, I wish to appreciate everyone who has supported me and helped me on my journey. I will not disappoint you all.

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2016

Many Thanks go to the almighty for the lives of everyone able to read this post as we all made it to the New Year. The funny thing, however, is how we will almost be halfway into the new month. Time again remains a factor that leaves me in awe.

Much as we have been in the New Year for a few days, I have not been shielded from learning a few things in such a short period. The New Year is considered a new chapter for most individuals. A fresh beginning should never go scarred with misfortunes, it should be as immaculate as possible, and at least that’s what we all expect. I do not know how most of you have begun yours, but mine has begun with a few worries and fears about tomorrow, a few regrets from the past, but lots of faith and hope to carry me through.

This week one student from my university had to undergo an operation and another lost her sister and niece simultaneously. Talking about fresh beginnings, this seems like a real dented one. It brought grief to me. No matter how long I put myself in the shoes of these two individuals, I would never understand the pain that cut through their bodies and souls, no matter how much I tried to comfort them, I knew only God and time would be real useful in easing things.

Given that I am somehow volatile, I appreciate the strength these individuals exhibited especially the sister who lost her loved ones. Given that I am a very volatile person, I was amazed by her ability to remain collected in a devastating situation, that no matter how hard your condition can be, you should never let pain define you.  I mean it is not every day that you get encouraged by a person who highly needs encouragement. Lot of people would be questioning God in such situations, but seeing people handle God’s will with calm is a special sermon of its own.

I came to a conclusion that your year beginning slow, does not imply a poor finish. At times a puncture is what is needed before we can win the race. There is so many people around the globe that have had real upsetting, traumatizing experiences in these few days, but they still soldier on. No matter how rough this January has decided to take off, things will most definitely pick up. Never, and I mean never give up on the creator. Never throw away your faith. I don’t have to be a pastor or prophet to tell you that things will turn up well for you and you will have a real good finish.

Keep your head high, be resilient and no matter what happens, never allow pain to change nor define you. Thanks everyone for reading and I wish you nothing, but a successful year. God bless.