
Cheers to 2025
Every New Year holds promise, as though it is any different from the turn of
“You may not control all the events that happen to you, but you can decide not to be reduced by them.” ~ Maya Angelou
Bad things happen notwithstanding
We all have our stories, don’t we? I am about to share one with you, so here goes nothing :-
It was supposed to be a perfectly planned life, for someone who has spent the better part of adulthood getting what she wants like clockwork, it is almost impossible to understand the concept of not being able to control life events.
Graduated from the best schools, a dream job waiting right after, access to unlimited travels, a perfect gentleman to call her own, friends and family that seem to love her. Everything works perfectly, nothing could go wrong with the life she has, pure bliss! What’s more? Her pregnancy test just came back positive, ten weeks gone already, the family she wanted is about to be hers as well. All is well in the world.
It was just another perfect morning, the persistent ring of her telephone woke her up from a deep slumber, it cannot be morning yet her body clock says so and she was right. It was barely 4am so why was her mother’s staff calling her?
No! her mother cannot be dead, she was in perfect health! Her routine checks conducted a few weeks ago was states so. What she didn’t know was that her mother was diagnosed of a rare form of cancer a few months back. Aggressive, caught too late, terminal. How can the only parent she knows leave her without saying goodbye?
She was still grappling with her loss when the company she was working with declared bankruptcy, bad investment asset, everyone had to go. This cannot be happening; things were supposed to be solid, weren’t they?
Her husband just left the country for an urgent work assignment only he could take that morning. He should be in transit, she had no one else to turn to except her best friend whom she had been friends with since high school. She wasn’t picking her calls, but she headed to her house anyway.
How can her husband who is supposed to be Switzerland-bound for 3 weeks be the same person humping away her best friend? They had such a perfect life, how did it all go wrong?
She woke up to blinding light in room painted in white to rival the snow, how she got there she cannot say.
“We couldn’t save your baby, we tried but we had to choose you”
I want to die, everything I ever loved and wanted has been taken away from me. Why should I still be here?
Who will answer this question?
What do you do when life decides to turn on you? No, you don’t deserve the myriad of the unending troubles. The odds stacked so high against you it all seemed bleak with no visible light at the end of the tunnel.
Some stories merely create a ripple in our lives, while others go deeper. We can never be certain of the hand life will deal us.
What I have realized is that our actions are the answers to our way out. How we choose to act is a choice we only can make.
When something unexpected comes your way, take a step back, take a look around at the whole picture, and decide how you’d like to respond. It’s too scary to admit that life could be out of our control. But you should do it if you want to live and not just exist.
Permit me to present a biblical example, remember Job in the bible? Classic case of a perfect life crumbling to ashes. What did he do? Please read up, many lessons to learn.
There’s no point hanging on to what could’ve been, because it can make us bitter and resentful. With an open heart and mind you can truly let new experiences into your life. You never know what exciting events may come your way, but that’s the beauty of it. learn from Job!
“The Lord blessed the latter days of Job more than his beginning.” ~Job 42:12
Cheers!
Jolade

Every New Year holds promise, as though it is any different from the turn of

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There is a category of question that polite intellectual company tends to avoid: the kind that, if you pull the thread long enough, begins to unravel not just a specific mystery but the entire fabric of what we think we know about human history. The Pyramids of Giza are that thread. They have been standing in the Egyptian desert for roughly 4,500 years.

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When he told his father, Dare’s first response was a sigh. Then: “I told you to practice more. I told you months ago. You don’t listen. You never listen.”
There was no “I’m sorry, son.” No pause to let the boy simply feel the loss of the thing he wanted. Just a swift, seamless pivot to what Temi had done wrong — and, by extension, how Temi’s failure was evidence of Temi’s failure to take his father’s wisdom seriously.

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Great write up, please keep it up.
Thanks for the pieces sir, so spirit filled
Much to learn from this write-up. More wisdom always
If you are following a path without particles, go back, there is nothing worthwhile at the end of it.
I cannot remember when I read, or whom I read, but it said “The ultimate gift is helping someone who cannot thank you or repay you”.
Its such a selfless gift.
Well, Duke of Small Therapies, well done. I like that you do not only pay lip-service to problems, but offer actionable solutions.
This is God’s plan. Love your neighbour.
Great piece omo Akin, thanks for putting this out,it’s a sure therapy to the mind
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