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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