Discovering my gift
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| Taking a bold step into the future now. |
You cannot rise up and just start putting words down on paper. hoping it makes sense. Writing actually takes time. It could be days, sometimes a few hours. Writing can be learnt, and writing can be a gift. Some people discover that talent themselves, while others have to discover it with the help of other people. I discovered mine when I was in JHS 3. As little as I was in the photo below.
Writing takes time to plan. I remember the first passage I wrote, which was based on nature. Though it came as an inspiration, I had to take the patience to do the right thing. To make what you are writing feel interesting to the reader, you must attach emotions to it.
When I first wrote my first poem, I saw it to be just another type of essay writing, but the more I read it, the more I knew it had a different feeling and approach. The first person to read that piece was Priscilla, the girl who was sitting at the mono desk close to me. I can't really tell her reactions that day, but the response she gave was just a beautiful one.
I remember how she passed my poetry from desk to desk, and in the next few minutes, some of my friends had gathered around me. They were the ones who doubted that I was able to pull that out myself. Before this incident, my headmaster had always praised my way of writing essays and how I made use of the English words. Then, I had no idea that was just the beginning of my talent taking shape.
After the long hours of doubt and debates, my teachers came in, and I had to prove to them that I had written that poem myself. That day, the chalkboard was for me; everyone was silent behind me, all eyes on me, and the doubters wouldn't let me have my peace of mind. That was when I closed my eyes, breathed deeply in, and the next sentences that came out were as follows, as I still remembered them.
Stuck in a space where everyone doubts my gift.
A blessing from God I can't comprehend on my own.
I can't really justify when the first one came, but it is inside of me in a place where I barely know.
It comes into reality without my permission.
It keeps talking when I ask it to be silent.
It is like a voice inside my head, a voice that tells you words you have never known or seen, but make sense in my piece.
Yet, since everyone doubts me.
I stand here before the eyes around me to prove to them that yes, I am made of this.
When I finished, the class had gone silent for a moment. Everyone looked at me as if I were an alien from a different planet. No one understood what I had written, so I was asked to explain those few lines.
This was all that I meant. I was telling them that
I find myself stuck in a place where everyone is doubting because of a gift God has blessed me with, which I still don't understand myself yet. I can't really tell how the first poem came because it comes like inspiration without your permission. It is just in my head like a voice, a voice that speaks to me every length along the line. But since everyone doubts me of being able to write a poem so powerful, I have to prove myself to them that yes, it is a talent I am made of.
The Days That Followed
Days after this incident, life had felt different. I don't know if it is how every writer feels. But it had always felt like you talk to everything around you and try to make sense out of everything. You would look through the windows while in the car, and at the moment, the only things hovering in your mind are the communication within yourself in the world you built for yourself.
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| A gaze through the windshields |
It is a usual feeling that comes to dwell with you and in every moment, you feel connected more to yourself than whatever is going on around you. I adapted to writing after those days; everything around me, anything my eyes see, any idea that pops up in my head is another story to write home about.
The Gentleman Helping In The Background.
I wouldn't be ungrateful for all these years without saying thanks to the young people helping in the background. We may all have talents, we may all have very unique gifts, but to better improve on them, we need coaches. My coach is no other person than Prosper Korni.
Meeting him during my years in SHS, he had taught me how teamwork really plays out. He had guided me and taught me how to use different flows in writing and how to keep readers connected when writing. He has let me know that writing is not all about writing your feelings but helping become realize and discover themselves.
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| Prosper Korni_ My Coach |
Getting Better At Your Talent.
I wouldn't want to bring this to a close without sharing with you how you can also get better and improve on your talent. Below are a few things you have to do because those were what I also did:
- Always give yourself the room to learn and improve on yourself.
- Your talent may be great, but you need to get people around you who will help you polish.
- Do not fear the crowd in a place where you can shine, be bold, and let your voice be known, because your success may as well come from there.
- Practice makes perfect, so practice continuously to become the best of yourself.
I hope this was helpful.
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