My time was right! One wet Sunday morning, the Master had told us that we would be removed when the time was right. Before me, many had gone through a similar fate, and it had me wonder when my time would be. Whenever there was a jerking, I saw others spurt out. It was their right time. But mine seemed to take too long to come. One day, I asked the Master, will I ever exit? “Yes, you will, when the time is right!” He replied.
There is something about the right time that you must know. It comes like a thief in the night, usually at that point when you want to dash the hopes. And when it comes, it stays and stays fine. As much as we are living entities, until the right time comes, we are dead. Not physically dead as you might think. I mean oblivion. The right time extirpates this oblivion, removes the scales covering our eyes, and opens to us a new world entirely. But while we wait for the right time, what must we do? We must keep the hopes high if not higher. For that is the only thing that attracts the right time. And that is exactly what I did. I let my hopes float high even when it seemed as though I was not going to exit, I moved the hopes to a higher realm. I believed the Master when he told me that I was surely going to exit.
I wouldn’t have known I was to exit that Sunday morning. I was coiled up in a corner when the jerking started. I stayed put, thinking, as usual, that it wasn’t my right time. But the jerking was stronger on my side. I clutched to the walls, still thinking it wasn’t my right time. It was the Master who looked down from his throne at me and asked me to move on. I removed my hands, and I was swept out with other billions of us.
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When we entered the new environment, we started a frantic race. Maybe, if the others before us had a chance to speak to us after they had left, they would have told us that a race as this existed. This was a race to become; to exit. And at that moment, I was beginning to feel – even though, at first, I didn’t totally believe what I felt – that this was my right time. When I looked behind me, there were numerous others swimming with all their might towards me. Before me, there were numerous others also swimming like fish high on something. It was like a great stampede. There was a tremendous sound like spring water rushing down a cliff. I remembered the words of the Master; ‘you will exit at the right time.’ The fact that I was swept away with these numerous others, was, for me, an insignia that this was my right time.
‘You must move on’, I muttered to myself. I was almost infinitesimal in the midst of others, who were so big. But the Master’s calm voice kept telling me that it was my turn to break loose from the confinement. That I had no reason to fail or relent. That there was a mission waiting for me. So, I moved on faster. It was not an easy route. I struggled amongst the others, trying my best to keep the mission in view. It’s unarguable to say that focus breeds success. It goes hand in gloves with hope in attracting the right time. I could see this mission lucidly. It crouched against a muscular wall. It was silent and bigger. I was scared because I felt it was bigger than me. Our sizes were not congruent, so how then was I supposed to accomplish this?
But when I remembered the enthusiasm in the Master’s voice, I discarded every iota of scepticism. I swam faster. Then I felt the fleshy house move a bit and I crashed onto the side, slapping against the wall and the others, who were strong enough to steady themselves for those few minutes of disarray. I leapt away from the wall and kept moving. One of them tried to stop me from getting to the mission. I pushed against it but there was no impact at all. It remained in the same spot and smiled at me, a mischievous smile. “Is that all you can do?” It asked mockingly. I was sad, and at the same time weakened. I began to move slowly. But deep down within me, I was assured that I was the right person for this. It was my property. This mission and its glory belonged to me. I was not going to relent. Nothing was going to stop me, not even the creature that had just mocked me.
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The willpower built up gradually. I was furious for success, for achievement, so I swam faster until I was past it. It knew this right time was for me, they all knew, yet they struggled with me. Nobody wants to accept the fact that something coveted does not belong to them. No wonder Charles Darwin told us that the fittest will survive, and I add, only in a confined world. But on the other hand, whatever belongs to you is yours. No one can take it from you. It does not matter if you are fit or not, whenever it is your turn to possess a prize, it comes to you easily, on a platter of gold. You only have to struggle with those who do not want you to possess that prize. But you must possess it, with hope and focus. I was to be the victor, and that I became. I got to the mission first, penetrated through its shell, and here I am, waiting for the ninth month to see the world.
I must commend Mr Chukwuemeka famous, for this wonderful piece. It’s so inspiring. It talks about patience and hope. If you have not taken your time to read and understand this article. I urge you to do so cause you are missing a lot