Cj told me this recently:
“When the student is ready, the teacher appears
When the student is truly ready,
The teacher disappears.”
This year, my blog- this blog-, turned 7
It’s been my partner in crime,
Steadily documenting my wins & woes
For seven steady years.
I started writing because I was curious.
I was 26, barely surviving Lagos, hated my job,
And in desperate need of an escape.
So i wrote myself out of my reality.
I wrote my questions, anxieties, wishes,
Loves, faves, hopes, goals.
I wouldn’t stop writing. I couldn’t.
I’d finally found a room of my own.
A space I’d Christopher Columbus’d,
Room to just be, to drag thoughts from mind,
Hold them up to light to examine
Source, veracity, purpose.
I loved it. I didn’t care if it was read.
It gave me room to finally, simply breathe out.
And people read.
The Namdis, Anthonias, the Ekis, Rasheedahs, Tijanis, Otos, Edirins, Edias, Aimas and Yinkas of my world.
My father with his running commentary,
My aunt Bisi & her over confidence in me.
They validated my inner lunatic & I owe them.
And then people I didn’t know messaged me.
And some people I met said, “I’ve read your stuff!
It saved me from a very difficult place…”
And this truth dawned on me again,
Nations are waiting on your obedience.
“When the student is ready, the teacher appears
When the student is truly ready,
The teacher disappears.”
The student was always the teacher.
I never realised it until Cj interpreted it his way.
Everything you need, you already have.
Start.