I use to see parents go with the sign "Do not kidnap my children." but I literally had been kidnapped by Glossophobia.
How did I escape? Was a ransom paid?
When I was 5 years old I was slated amongst the children that will speak on a certain topic I can't remember anymore.
When it was time, I took the stage. Before now I had a dress rehearsal to conclude my several encouragement rehearsals with my sister. Mom was really busy.
"You can do it. You're brighter than the spotlight so go shine." I wondered who told her all these things will help.
The moment I got to the mic, loneliness held hands with my lack of self confidence and forge images of things I can't really tell but I know it was scary.
The pulsing tablets behind my chest increased their speed. Felt like that crazy drummer in my church had a concert in there.
Take a breath! now, go!
I did well. Yes. At least that's what my mom told me but then, the me inside didn't want such an opportunity again. They say opportunity knocks but once and I really hoped it didn't knock again but as you can guess right, it knocked again and again like it was the only door in the area.
Fast forward to when I hosted my first event. I was called upon to take a spoken word piece since the delegated person stalled arrival. I really wished I was asked to sing so I'll just close my eyes and be in the spirit. Then I started. The piece was something I had done some days ago in front of my friends so they thought there was no issues putting me out the.
PS: Careful how you memorize people's piece.
God being merciful, the TV screen facing me had the lyrics on it. Is God not wonderful?
I took off. Had some friction at the start but then from these photos you can tell I was "burning like fire..." a verse in a song.😋
To conclude this, I'll give you hints on how I overcame Glossophobia in my next post. Goodnight for tonight.
