I'LL BE BACK!

I quit my job a few months back to embark on an academic learning experience, to earn a graduate degree in Petroleum Engineering. It’s being quite an adventure fitting back into the student life after graduating from my first degree five years ago. I now practically live in the Library, struggling to complete a plethora of assignments, projects and study for exams. Interestingly, most of the ladies think I am a decade younger, while I always thought they were a decade older. The stress of these past few months always make me ask a question, “Na Who Send Me Message? (Who asked me to embark on this journey?) ”.

It was in such stressed situation, I decided to cool off reading a close friend’s articles on www.tobystic.blogspot.com. It was quite refreshing, as I spent over three hours reading his writings. As I progressed on his blog, a new feeling of fear began to swell in me, the fear of visiting this very site, my blog www.wunmixp.blogspot.com. I summoned courage, and here I am writing an article. The reason I was avoiding the site was because I had a feeling of failure. My case was like a Joshua who saw the future and did not successfully lead Israel to the promise land. My past articles were going to convict me. Three years ago, I wrote about an unforeseen wave which was going to sweep Nigeria (Click to read it). That wave is the current e-commerce wave in our country and unfortunately I am not riding it. Actually I invested my savings (about Six Hundred Thousand Naira N600, 000) to start up but it never took off. I hope you now understand the reason for my fears.

Recently, I read Boone T Pickens book, ‘The First Billion Is the Hardest: Reflections on a Life of Comebacks and America's Energy Future’ (You can check it out on AMAZON) and he described how he started all over again, building a business in his 70s, a few years after retirement. He helped change my idea of retirement from the ‘No-work, Enjoyment’ to ‘there is still time to Impart’. Sure it was not a fairy tale where everything went smooth, but he gave his best, and when everything was going awry he re-energized himself through a regimen of exercise and led his team of young people to success.

Looking at my failures and Mr. Pickens message, I am certain that it is never too late to start again. I am going to try again, maybe in another form but I promise myself, I WILL BE BACK!

 

 

The reason one writes isn't the fact he wants to say something. He writes because he has something to say.
F. Scott Fitzgerald