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| "Its good to have money and the things that money can buy, but its good, too, to make sure you havent lost the things that money cant buy."
George Horace Lorimer |
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I Finally Liberated the Professional Excusite in Me?
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Today onwards I can no longer blame anyone, or anything for that matter, for my poor health, for my boring job, for my lack of awareness, for my failed relationships, for my spiritual deficiency, for my wrong friends, for my uncompleted degree or diploma, for my unsung song, for my unwritten book, for lack of or even too much of time, …. Yes I now admit that I will never again blame someone else either than myself for my financial woes!
Granted, it is true that in the past I practiced and mastered the art of conjuring nice stories, especially personal anecdotes. But I swear to God, it really never occurred to me – well till just recently – that all I ever did was to excel in the game of sharing with people all those moments that endorse me as a victim of circumstances! And invariable I have won a lot of sympathizers along the way – especially those people who crave pity themselves!
But believe me; it never occurred to me that I have always been in the company of so many compatriots on this ship to self inflicted disenchantment! It never occurred to me that the best lessons we tend to adopt from our families, from our school days, from our childhood friends, from our tertiary heydays – in truth it all point to one direction. All our careers and, for some of us, our business experiences – in the final analysis prove beyond doubt that we have become Professional Excusites! Poor Us! If only we could see!
“Whence did this new discovery cometh?” You rightly ask. “Did you attend church and had a premonition? Were you touched by an angel?” Never, to the contrary I, long ago, choose to “worship” from home because that would give me the opportunity to select, once again, those sections of the scriptures that sanctify my victim mentality. “Then who opened your eyes?” If you insist!
Over the years I have seen right in front of my eyes heroes and heroines turning seemingly untenable situations into golden opportunities. Just recently I have witnessed with complete admiration a young man perform miracles. He does it regardless of his disability – apparently both his legs were amputated at a tender age of 11. Is he an alien from a different planet? No he is a South African son. His name is Oscar Pistorius.
Oscar recently became the first amputee to break the 100 meters 11-second barrier. Now the International Association of Athletics Federations (IAAF) – an organization ran by professional excusites like me, have dishonored all the records Oscar broke whilst he competed against “abled-bodied-athletes.” I say poor us –once again! Why don’t those “abled-bodies” put on Oscar’s funny spring loaded shoes if they really believe it would to enhance their performances?
Unfortunately Oscar’s achievement could not change my heart either. I really cannot blame him so many other signs had flashed in front of my eyes already and I still refused to see the light! I always remember that during my University years, I befriended Mondli –a blind BA student. Mondli would ask me to read prescribed books for him which he recorded. Later on he would ask me to read his assignments which he typed on an old typewriter! I have been using computers for more than fifteen years now but just Mondli’s typing speed and accuracy is still a pipe dream for me! He was amazing. I always asked myself intuitively why I had to witness those miraculous hands! Strangely I could never phantom what I now regard as God’s real revelation.
But guess what last week I finally saw the light. Now I must admit that I am no cricket fan. Yes I can only tell if it’s a run, a four or a six – or even possible a duck when I see it walking on the TV screen. On my way to the airport during the weekend, I tuned on to SAFM radio. The topic was about Zimbabwean Cricket. I almost switched to another station – see professional excusites grow off sick listening to their like. But it was at the end of the commentary and the announcer closed off by mentioning that the man who had been on the other side of the line was the blind cricket commentator – Dean du Plessis.
Now I can understand the blind learning to type or read. I can also - albeit with great difficulty - understand that the blind can, with time, learn to stick-walk themselves from one end of the city to another. I must also admit that because of the achievements of musicians like Stevie Wonder, Clarence Carter, Ray Charles etc, it is almost taken for granted that blind people are born with special piano instinct.
However for a blind person to flawlessly perform, in fact with such excellence, as a radio and TV commentator on a live cricket game, is another matter altogether. It is a public secrete –so I learnt as I googled Dean - that he once corrected another commentator who said Zaheer Khan was running in to bowl, when in fact it was Ashish Nehra - he says he distinguished between the two because of the sound of their run up. God grasciously hear us! If I am not prepared to take this as a divine lesson then what else can be – let alone something that apparently happened 2000 years ago. If Dean’s achievement is not inspiration enough for me to stop complaining and start living then I wonder what will!
I was wondering! Isnt it about time we all decide to quite the “Excuisite Paradise”. We were not meant to be like this. We are the ones who chose to go there and we are the only ones who can decide to move on. Say it tomorrow, say it today and say it yesterday if you like, for it does not matter anymore. Join me and lets say it together:
Today onwards I am in charge. Today onwards I am fully responsible for what happens to me. Today onwards I choose to practice healthy living, I choose to pursue my dreams, I choose to only partake in genuine healthy relationships, I choose to give more as I receive more …and invariable I choose mental, spiritual and financial freedom!
Now that I can see, now that I know I am also gifted, now that I know exactly what I have to do - I will pursue my dreams until they cry for help – in truth I cannot wait, not one more minute, to take the next step on my journey to fulfil my Purpose on earth!
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