The Discipline of Routines

I used to be a prayerful Christian, until that night when God spoke to me. So, I felt satisfied. If God was speaking to me clearly already, then I must be doing something right. So I reduced my praying time, slowly it went down the drain, now I hardly pray “like that” anymore. Of course, I haven’t heard God’s voice ever so clearly again like that night.

I used to brush my teeth twice daily. Until I started getting compliments about how white my teeth were and how fresh my breath was. Then I stopped brushing twice daily, why would I? Since my teeth were already white as snow. These days, my breath stinks and my teeth is nothing to write home about.

I used to bath twice every day, and use all sorts of assorted deodorants. But I never had a bad body odour, people always said nice things about how good I smell. Then first, I stopped bathing twice daily, then slowly stopped using deodorants. I’ve always been a naturally clean lad, I said to myself, deodorants are for people with a natural body odour. These days, I smell so bad if you came close, you’d use your whole money to buy me a deodorant.

I used to be a badass writer, until I started getting emails about how my writings have positively affected lives, compliments flying everywhere, someone even likened me to Wole Soyinka, ah! Soyinka the literary genius. So I stopped reading my Sidney Sheldon books, but I forgot that these same people were the same people dropping wonderful comments on pictures I put on Facebook 6 years ago where I looked hideous. Of course, you guessed right. I’ve become so bad at writing that you may not even read this to the end. You may not even come across this line as chances are, you stopped reading after the first paragraph.

I used to be very very good at graphic designs. Then I started getting the usual compliments, I stopped practicing. I forgot that design was more about ingenuity than craft. These days, I suck so much that I don’t even try anymore.

I used to be a pro at the Bible, as a kid I used to go to Mushin to participate in Bible quizzes where we had to memorize half of Paul’s epistles word for word using the NIV. I used to do well in those competitions. But slowly as I grew older, I studied the Bible less, and less and less. These days, I struggle to know if Mark comes before Matthew or the other way round.

I used to be a baby boy. A very loving baby boy. But I took that feat for granted, I acted anyway I wanted thinking my actions wouldn’t rub me of my Babyboy-ness. I forgot to apply the computer language; “garbage in, garbage out”. These days I’ve become so much of a hard-man with no emotions that even John Cena would be jealous.

I used to be so good at Soccer Video games that I basked in the euphoria of my extraordinariness. But then, I stopped going to the “training” session, stopped paying attention to formation, and stopped studying my opponents. These days I struggle to win a game, as I write this, I have played a particular match over 12 times, because the computer keeps winning me in all of them. After writing this, I will give it another try, but I guess we all know how that will end.

I used to be adept at making friends. Like, it didn’t use to take me time to come into someone’s life and help the person become better. I became so good at it, I developed a reputation. But I felt so on top of the world, I didn’t bother looking into my ways, I felt too confident that I didn’t bother about standard procedure. These days I even struggle to strike up a conversation, struggle to keep ongoing ones. I’ve turned into a bad friend that I wonder if I still have friends, because I keep chasing the ones around away with my rigidity.

I used to be loved by all and sundry. Everyone used to like me, even during the dark ages when I turned into a pseudo-Frankenstein. I was still loved. I took it for granted, I had forgotten that the actions of human are sustained over a long period of time by a continuum. So all that love disappeared. Your guess is as good as mine.

The discipline of routines.
It can make you.
It can mar you.
Difficult at first, it may be.
But gain traction, smooth sailing.
Stop half way, progress is lost.
Persevere till the end,
All is gained.

Stay True!

I Chose This Life

I Chose This Life

So I’m here all seated in my office. Nothing wrong with that except that I’ve been seated since 6.30AM. Yeah. The thing with Lagos Traffic is that you always have to make a decision every morning, would you rather sit out 2-3 hours in traffic every day or sit them out in the comfort of your office? Crazy thing is, your choice doesn’t even determine anything. There’s always traffic. But today, there was no traffic, or would I rather say the cab driver was clever enough to follow a less public route.

So why am I writing this? Because I’ve been reminiscing about my life. Was this the life I dreamed of at 21? I have no idea, I don’t remember ever saying anything spectacular about my “21”. But why am I not somewhere at home sleeping? How did this corporate white collar life start? Shouldn’t I be balling and goofing around like the others?

I realised that at 21, I’ve tried out virtually everything there is about the corporate world – at a rudimentary level at least, I’ve even done blue collar jobs. I’ve done plenty things all in a bid to discover premium time occupancy.

I chose this world. After I left school, I started craving for a job or task that will make me leave my house every morning and come back late at night. I wanted that routine, I called it The Discipline of Routines (got a blogpost with the title for over two years in my head now). I wanted to learn how to wake up early, get my clothes ready for the next day and all that stuff.

I’ve been so rigid with routines that it’s almost become my holy grail – finding a routine that works and yields progress at the same time! At some point, I had to buy a white sole sneakers, just so I’d learn how to wash my shoes. I wanted this kind of job because as a student, I almost regularly missed my exams and important stuff because waking up on time was war for me.

Back in school, I dreaded every morning that followed a “night class” I went for, it looked like my body will always take its statutory 6 hours of sleep no matter what was at stake, it didn’t care that I had an exam the next morning. This was worrying, and I don’t know any great man who slept more than he worked. This got me really worried, my sleeping habits became my bane.

I knew I couldn’t continue like this as an adult in the real world, so I needed a routine responsibility. I’m here to say God has helped me achieve that. No matter the time I sleep, I always get a nudge around 4.30AM, even without an alarm most times. Of course, getting a nudge and getting out of bed are two different things, I’m sure you understand. But progress, nevertheless has been made.

I chose this life because I have decided to pay now and play later. “Satisfy me Lord in the days of my youth”, says a popular scripture. “But what right do you have to ask for satisfaction if you haven’t been working”, I quipped to myself. Ever since then, I have been putting my youthful exuberance to good cause, all that energy, rather than waste it pounding girls, I’d rather pound books and my laptop keyboards with it.

I chose this life because I chose knowledge over money. I have been massacred (not literally) by all and sundry because I have simply decided not to chase money. When I got my current job, they told me how much my salary was going to be, they expected me to negotiate, after an awkward moment of silence, they had to ask me if I wasn’t going to say anything about it, I looked at them and told them, I wasn’t here for the money. They were all shocked.
People don’t understand yet that money is just paper. That paper becomes important when you place a value on it, I have rather chosen to place my value on better things, things like the human heart and the human mind.

I believe that knowledge will get you as far as money can’t. I believe that knowledge will thrust you as far as power can’t. This is because, we happen to fall into a generation where the emphasis placed on knowledge dwindles with each passing time. A beauty pageantry has more rewards than a science contest. Don’t fight it, it’s the world we are in. It will only get worse on a large scale.

I chose this life because, caring about what people say all the time won’t get you nowhere. I don’t care how I look in my selfies, I take them for my pleasure and not for yours. In my head, I’m a Bradley Cooper (or a Stephen Curry), I don’t care if I’m an Idris Elba in your head, and it doesn’t matter. No matter how I look in those selfies, it wouldn’t change that image of me in my head, stop trying to please people. You can never please them.

I chose this life because I chose God. I know He is my creator, I know he’s got the advantage of hindsight and foresight, and He will work out what’s best for me, so long as I follow Him.

I’m following him, I won’t stop.

Stay True!

Miracle Roch.