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MY FIRST BLOG POST





Hi, welcome to my blog. I am super excited to have you here and I cannot wait to begin this journey with you. My name is Blessing. I am a Nigerian writer, model, and human rights advocate (huge portfolio right??). You must be wondering, what is she up to? I'm wondering so myself, lol. This is my first blog and I cannot tell you how happy it makes me that I finally have a space where I can share with you the things going on in my head. 

For years I procrastinated about blogging, hit a huge block, and lost my muse for writing. I cried for days because I couldn't understand how all of a sudden that spark was gone. That magical warmth flowed inside of me and manifested itself in the form of words. How did it happen? It was unreal. 

Every single day I wept my frustration before I finally moved on because after trying hard and failing to regain my lost spark, I decided it was fate. I wasn't meant to be a writer after all and like other career paths I'd chosen in the past, writing followed suit down the drain. But something happened. And that something was Covid-19. Funny right?. I never realized it until it was almost too late but thankfully it's not late. Apparently, the universe is on my side. 

The pandemic when it began, seemed to favour certain people, businesses, industries, etc except me. I was at a loss for what to do with myself. Rusty, old me couldn't grasp this concept of creativity amid chaos. I pondered on what to do, attended career classes, and spoke to a handful of people, and still nothing seemed to interest me. Now you must know that financially, I wasn't making headway, emotionally and psychologically I was a total train wreck! I was unstable because I was unproductive. I only graduated from university when this Covid-19 menace struck and I didn't even have my degree for job hunting. So, I needed to be better.




One night while crying myself to sleep, I prayed to God (more like pray-yelled) about the turn my life was taking. It was too sharp, too soon, and it lasted so long I couldn't bear it anymore. I wanted a change, I needed redirection and I needed it fast before my life would spiral entirely out of control. The worst thing that could happen to someone or something is when that person/thing becomes irredeemable, damaged, or old news.


Afterwards, everything looked the same to me. As far as I was concerned, nothing changed. The big bang ideas I expected were not forthcoming and it began frustrating me all over again. Now I knew I needed to act. This was the time I took control of my life myself. I woke up, took my computer, and began to write this post. Yes, this post! You didn't see that coming, did you? Neither did I. What we as humans don't know, what I failed to recognise a long time ago is that by design we were meant to create. In chaos or calm, you and I were born to preside. Like me, if you're a creative who's lost their natural or artificial spark and you're wondering in this period where there's a global crisis if you'd ever be productive, I am telling you YES you will. You just need to get up and manifest that shit. No matter how often a man is prodded with motivations from others, until he motivates himself he'll remain where he is.



Truth be told there's virtually nothing in this world that hasn't been discovered. Almost if not all resources, ideas, and opportunities have been harnessed. A small part of me gets terrified that there's nothing left to be discovered but the greater, resilient, creative part of me refutes this notion. Why then are we here if not to continuously create, discover, harness, and preside?
Get up and create! ๐Ÿ˜Š
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