Chapter 1: Judgment Coming
My case should not interest you at all only consider this
story of my life.
Every time I reflect on my life, all I see is risk, risk and
risk. If I recall vividly, my birth was
a risk to the parties concerned, that is, my parents. I overheard my aunt
whispered some years back “so this is the child, a grown up man, thank God he
survived.” You may leave the rest of her statement credited to me, for truly
that is part of the risk I am talking about.
That was the story of my birth! What about my growing up, it
was full of risks. I recall when I had to learn how to swim in Ethiope River in
Sapele, Delta State, Nigeria, it was by sheer luck I didn’t drown, and after
several gulps of water I was eventually rescued.
Still I progressed on this risky journey with so many
battles to fight and I almost lost out in my university days, but thank God,
once again, I managed to graduate (See details in my book: why students fail and spend extra years in school).
Still risk stuck to me, I served in a dreaded region of my
country for National Service. In fear and constant prayers I again managed to
escape with my life.
Could these entirely mean I was special or smart? Time would
prove me wrong; it all started with a progressive risk, I got a big job with a
very fat salary. “So I have fully
escaped from this risky journey” my new level seemed to convey my new status,
but the truth was far from that.
Risk again followed me, I eventually got promoted, and with
that promotion was my greatest fear, that is, the fear of height. I had to fly
a minimum of eight times in a month between Lagos and Abuja.
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