With deep gratitude, I salute the "Hive Naija Community" for this genius, thoughtful platform and the timely theme for the week's #prompt. I also hold my audience in the highest regard, knowing fully well that every reader here is a light and voice worth more to be compared to gold. It's obviously with humility and clarity of great thought đź’ that I share this very piece, a reflection of my truth.
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In life, there are moments when life feels so tough like a storm, loud, dark, and overwhelming. I’ve certainly stood at crossroads where quitting seemed to be easier than continuing. But then in such moments, something inside me helps refuses to surrender. That something is definitely what I'm revealing here: the force that only keeps me going when all I want is to rather give up.
My Bold Dreams That Refuse to Die
I was obviously not born into comfort, but I was born with a vision. I've always dream of expanding and building a fashion hub, my livestock business. While maintaining my current business, the choice to pick up new opportunities is there and touching lives through words, creativity and finance. These dreams are definitely just wishes but they are seeds planted in my soul. They help push me out of bed even when my body seems tired, whispering, “Man! You’ve come too far to stop now.”
Responsibility to Those I Love
When I do look at my younger siblings and my aging parents, I only see faces that truly depends on me. I sincerely Carries their hopes like fire in my chest. I know fully well that my consistency isn’t just for me, it’s more of a bridge for them. Their silent trust in all my hustle is enough fuel to carry me through the days of drought.
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Faith in the Process
I have really learned to believe in the power of small beginnings from onset. Though the road may look long, I only still believe each step is a stitch in the grand fabric of my destiny. This inspiration "belief—this faith" keeps me focused when the doubt may screams the loudest.
- When I trace back, I remember the days I had nothing but willpower. I obviously remember the village life, the mud paths, the empty pockets. So if I could survive then, definitely I can thrive now. My past is my reminder that I’ve indeed endured worse and still stood tall.
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When all I feels looks like giving up, I do remind myself why I started. I would look at how far I’ve come and then whisper to myself, “You didn’t come this far to only come this far.” In my own dreams, my responsibilities, my past, and my faith _ I find my fuel. I rise, not just because I am unbreakable, but because I only refuse to stay broken.