STAND UP TO BE COUNTED!

A little over 3 years ago, that day, November 17, 2017.

I had a concise conversation with my fiancee, romantically begging her to stay over after putting our papers to bed, after all, we are a finalist and her response was quite pleasing

I hung off the phone and began to dance like a poor man who couldn't stomach his joy for winning a golden jackpot— chanting Wahoo wahoo up and down

Here comes my angel looking so stunning and bonny; I must admit it, I was drowned by the fantasy of her unbeatable beauty

My feet on the ground say her beauty and of course, I couldn't resist...

I was trembling to have a taste of her apple, maybe like Father Adam who forgot the red-flagged instruction forbidding them not to have a bite from the forbidden tree

In a nutshell, we did what we knew we were not expected to do as Christians. To the world, sex is a fashion outside the confine of holy matrimony but to healthy believers, it is a stark stain on their garments; like a termite eating their throats alive

We are in a world, where what is abnormal has been blended into a normal thing— the height of corruption is at its peak

Was it our first time? No, it wasn't. We had what I would call “undiluted fun” successively for 2 weeks

We went to our different destinations and promised to check on each other.

3 days after, I was scrolling through my Facebook and stumbled on a wedding invitation on my baby's timeline.* *I decided to look deeply, to my utmost surprise, it was her wedding invite slated to come into the limelight in 2 weeks

I quickly called to confirm the authentication of what my eyes were made to capture — I retorted, tell me it's a lie with a shaky voice

It took her more than a minute to voice YES

That YES pierced my heart into a thousand pieces and made me gasp for air inside the little space of my room— the relationship that sprouted for many years eventually ended in tears and life told me to wake up from a dream and shake it off

*t some points in life, life may offer us a bitter beer to chill with or a heavyweight shoulder, perfectly wired to halt us from standing up in life

“Sincerely, if we don't stand up, we can't be counted”

Standing up in this context connotes our ability to unlock ourselves from every form of ugly guck in our past years

No one knows, you've got something to say if you do not stand up and speak up...

No one will identify your skills if you failed to display the magical stunts you have...

Hey, don't allow the storm of the world to war your feet off the hall of fame

Stop launching your thoughts into the ocean of pain; kick your ass out and display the crazy stunts that will undoubtedly shake the world!

Ask those guys, ranting, and vibrating in the hall of fame; they have stories to tell...

There had been a time, in life, they had faced and danced to the other music of life...

Those years, they equally had reasons to bow to life's challenges...

Yes, they had two choices; to stand up from pain or to keep wallowing in it…

You and you and you...

You have two choices too;

To stand up to be counted or keep wailing to be discarded

“If you don't stand up, then you will be discarded”

Stand up now! You have all it takes to rise to the hall of fame!