The HeartBeat Of A Dream
Success Will Come Someday!
This man once said;
“I’m convinced that about half of what separates successful entrepreneurs(people) from the non-successful ones is pure perseverance.” He might have been right.
The new change in government has focused my mind so much on the thought that a nation usually gets the kind of leader it deserves. If there is any iota of truth in my thought, it simply means that the kind of leaders Nigeria has produced are fruits of seeds and deeds sown by all Nigerians. Seeds of the mind and hands.
A nation can never be greater than the mindset of her citizens, a country can never live in a light that has never been captured in the minds of her people. No land can live in the beauty of a dream they never had.
Who, however, would believe the emergence of a dream in the heart of a third world country? They say we are not a nation but together we did what the rest of the world thought impossible. We raised our voice and it was heard. We showed the rest of the world the true meaning of democracy. In our thoughts and actions, we began a legacy.
For the first time, the big brother of Africa showed those who care to see, that a country is beyond political parties, that there is more power in a piece of voter’s card than a big bag of Ghana-must-go bag filled with money, that when an individual or a group aspires for change, miracles happen.
In the same vein, starting a new thing isn’t for the faint of heart. It’s for the dreamer, the brave, the patient, and the persistent. No success can occur when there is no end in mind. Your dreams of the value you hope to add to the world and yourself will keep you anchored despite the stormy waters. Dreaming, after all, is a form of planning.
Indeed, we would tell of this moment to the generation yet unborn. I would tell them I was part of the era in which tribe no longer mattered but the commonness of our goals; I would tell them I was part of the Nigeria which defied the prophecies of doom and stayed together in the face of terror. I would tell them that I learned this, at least: that if one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he had imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours.
Indeed Nigeria is not there yet and the road to our desire seems long but our faith must be unwavering. The journey of a dream may be long but it always has an end and the end of the Nigerian dream is a land where love and peace reigns, a land where terrorism is a taboo, a place where girls are not victims of their sexuality, a land fertile enough for dreams to grow, a land where the word “up NEPA” would go into extinction.
The road is indeed long, but we must pack our bags and not look back. We must be committed. It has been said that “concerning all acts of initiative and creation, there is one elementary truth the ignorance of which kills countless ideas and splendid plans: that the moment one definitely commits oneself, then providence moves too. All sorts of things occur to help one that would never otherwise have occurred. A whole stream of events issues from the decision, raising in one’s favor all manner of unforeseen incidents, meetings and material assistance which no man could have dreamed would have come his way”.
‘….there’s a tide in the affairs of men which when taken by the flood might lead to fortunes; omitted, might lead to sorrows and miseries. Upon this voyage are we now afloat…’ THE HEARTBEAT OF A DREAM NEVER STOPS!