BLOOM AND GROW

While at the university, I spent Tuesday and Saturday evenings at choir rehearsals. I was a member of the New Sweeter than Honey Choir, NSTHC. In my time at the University of Ibadan, that name was synonymous with untouchable musical excellence. Crowds roared whenever the name was announced for a performance. I too was mesmerized the first time I heard NSTHC perform. I had never heard people sing the way those choristers sang. I auditioned and joined the choir in my second semester of Uni. Rehearsals were held behind the student union building. Many times that place stank because as people often explained a toilet pipe had burst and smell kept oozing from the suck away. But the stench didn't stop us. In fact, it was usually grounds for dry jokes about the stench making us add weight. Maybe it was just the gases we inhaled that made us laugh, who knows? Even though many of us were not close friends outside of the choir, during rehearsals we were like little kids.

I have got to admit, I am a mama’s boy. I was raised almost exclusively by my mother because my parents were separated. My siblings and I grew up in the same house and many Saturdays were spent swapping funny and/or bizarre stories and showing one another the latest dance moves we had learned. There is a huge age bracket between my siblings and me, so that meant that at some point growing up, it became just my mother and I left at home. Everyone else was either studying at the university or had begun a life of their own. Every single day I felt my mother’s love and I knew I was always her priority. There were many things that I adored about her. For example, the fact that she was extremely hardworking. She was a serial entrepreneur and that meant trying many businesses and failing a lot.   The fish farm and the snail farm were not exactly successful and eventually, we ate the stock ourselves. Nevertheless, there were other businesses that thrived. The pure water factory, t

It was Lisa Nichols who said that "your life will change in needlepoint movements." What this means, in my opinion, is that there is really no such thing as an overnight success. We are an accumulation of our daily practices. There's a nursery rhyme from when I was little which comes to mind often these days: "Little drops of water. Little grains of sand make a mighty ocean and pleasant land." The other part of that rhyme actually notes the power of time: "Thus the little minutes, humble though they be; make the mighty ages of eternity. " The point is that numbers matter in the grand scheme of things; specifically the number of days you spend working on your craft.  Your life will not change because you went to one seminar. Or because you ran one 10 km race or worked out at the gym for 2 hours. Little things done consistently over time can bring about huge results. When I look at my life: working towards becoming a content creator, trying