In Position

This story is an encouragement to you to keep watering the soil, to keep planting, to keep showing up, keep praying, keep being faithful with your audience of one, behind close doors, to keep being aligned.

Of course I am angry!

In fact I write this fuming and fanning the beads of sweat running a rat race on my face. It is not funny at all.

Would you believe that I came all the way with my high heels, giving myself motivational speech about how I should endure the pain for the gain is just a few miles ahead?

You should have seen the fierce determination on my forehead, the earnest prayer in my heart and the sweet melody dancing in my throat.

Oh what joy it would be to finally have a taste of ice cream, precious Lord.

Just a few more miles, I press forward. The sun increased its heat, dared me to turn back, to go to my house and turn on the fan.

I said no, just a few more steps, I would endure this pain.

My feet said no, these heels are not for this road, Just go back and drink the cold water in your fridge.

I said no, I will endure the pain for I must finish this race.

The bikes horned carelessly almost deafening my ears, my oversized blouse slipped slightly from my shoulders in revolt.

I carefully plugged in my ear piece, adjusted my blouse and pressed on because this race eh, I must finish o.

So now, I hope you understand why I’m so angry with the innocent man that answered my rhetroic question.

“Ah, dem no come today o. The ice cream people wey you dey find, dem no come today”. He even said it with a smile on his face. Oga I was not really asking you o. I can see with my eyes the vacuum that once held their bicycles and beloved ice cream cooler.

Chai! screams internally, exhales bad energy, Victory it’s not that deep. Loud breathe…I know

But are you now saying that I walked this far, endured the heat of the blazing sun, crossed mountains and valleys, fought lions with my barehands, paved seas in two and they are not here!


People of God, I have gotten over the ice cream disappointment o, its not like Im taking it personal (or am I?)…after going back to that spot more than five times in the past weeks.

I have reached the conclusion that they no longer stay there, they moved on without any idea that I have been desperately watching and waiting for them.

Their absence has made me think about some things, I’ve had to reflect deeply on life, like how we can get tired of our assignments, our positions, the routine nature of showing up every time, because we do not see the loud miracle of a plant breaking forth bit by bit beneath the soil. So we ask..

“Why do I have to do this same thing everyday”

Why do I have to keep showing up to church on Sunday, why do I have to pray, worship, stay in this position?

John 4:6-7  NLT
Jacob’s well was there; and Jesus, tired from the long walk, sat wearily beside the well about noontime. Soon a Samaritan woman came to draw water, and Jesus said to her, “Please give me a drink.”

Now this meeting was divine, nothing short of a miracle breaking forth.

But what if Jesus, wearied with his journey, sat by the well and waited, and waited…long and hard, but the Samaritan woman was just tired of the walk to the well. What if she never showed up that day.

What if she was tired of the eyes pointing at her and the whispering voices about her new man.

What if she was weighed down by the spot light, what if she was done walking to the well that day.

This story is an encouragement to everyone listening to keep watering the soil, to keep planting, to keep showing up, keep praying, keep being faithful with your audience of one, behind close doors, to keep being aligned.

Just like Jesus sat at the well at almost noon that day and met the Samaritan woman.

Jesus is standing at the PowerPoint Tribe’s well today to meet us all and to welcome the special people who have come to draw water from this well for the first time.

Victory Osarumwense

Popularly called Victory Osas is a Financial Analyst by day and a creative storyteller with every breath she takes. She is the kind of person who would take the window sit in a car just to look at the people walking by. She says that people are walking stories and often finds a way to wrap ordinary moments that people would overlook to her works.

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