IN POSITION

IN POSITION
keeping Faith

Of course I am angry!

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

Would you believe that I came all the way with 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 slapped on my forehead, the earnest prayer inscribed in my heart and the preconceived melody dancing in my throat.

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

Just a few more miles more, 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 the pain.

My feet said no, this 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, readjusted my blouse and pressed on because this race eh, I must finish.

So now, I hope you understand why I can almost slap the innocent malam that answered my rhetroic question.

Ah, dem no come today o. The ice cream people wey you dey find, dem no come today”

Ah, chai! Jesus you are my savior. My leg, my chest, the heat!

He even said it with a smile across his face as if I had asked him a question.

I wasn’t asking you o. I can see with my eyes the vacuum that once held their beloved bicycle and ice cream cooler.

Sigh

So I crossed mountains and valleys, fought lions with my barehands, paved seas in two and they are not here!

Sigh

“…and Jacob’s well was there. Jesus therefore, being wearied with his journey, sat thus by the well. It was about the sixth hour. There cometh a woman of Samaria to draw water: Jesus saith unto her, Give me to drink.”

John 4:6-7 ASV

I have gotten over the ice cream disappointment guys, after going back to that spot more than five times in the past weeks.

They no longer stay there, they moved on without any idea that I have been desperately watching and waiting for them(honestly).

Their absence has made me think about some things, deep life thoughts lol, like how we can get tired of our assignments, the routine nature like

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

So we stop, become missing in assignment.

So what if Jesus, wearied with his journey, sat by the well and waited…long and hard, but the Samaritan woman was just tired of the walk to the well.

Tired of the eyes pointing at her and whispering voices about her new man.

What if she was tired of the spot light and just said, I’m done abeg, let me not go today.

This is an encouragement to myself and of course you reading this to keep watering the soil, to keep planting, to keep showing up, keep praying.

Keep being you, keep doing whatever sets your heart on fire, or used to set your heart on fire until you got tired and stopped showing up.

My point is this, someone out there has taken a bold step, and is so excited to meet you, but you must be in position.

Don’t be missing in assignment love.

Hold on.

Ps: Thank you for reading to the end. It has been a while, yes, I got tired, but I’m back in position. I’d love to hear your thoughts. Feel free to follow me on social media platforms.

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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.

21 thoughts to “IN POSITION”

  1. Quite inspiring. I love the way you pass your messages, funny yet full of wisdom. You are a blessing to this generation and the ones to come.

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