SOMEDAY IN LIFE

Chapter two

Death is a vital road that leads to eternity. All mortals-both

great and small, rich and poor, influential or downtrodden

must walk through it once, to pay the full price of life at the

appointed time. Only our fond memories speak for us when we

are seen no more.

After the demise of Praiseheart's mother, he went to his uncle's

house to console himself and conținue the jouney of life as

orchestrated by fate. His mother, late Mrs Grace, was a noble woman

whose peaceful life was enviable. A mother with a pearl of wisdom.

An encourager who motivated her children to be a peculiar

generation. Apillar of support in her husband's ministry. A replica of a

home-builder expressed in the book of Proverbs 31. Man is the head

of the family, women are the neck that turns the head. He missed these

charismatic qualities in his mother and wished that Heaven would

reward her. The memory of the just is blessed: but the name of the

wicked shall rot. It all started on a remarkable afternoon, when his

father came visiting. After eating and relaxing, he knelt down and

started praying. It was a fervent wordless prayer that took him some

hours. Then, he lifted up his face. Tears were gushing from his eyes in

millions when he called on his son, Praiseheart. He ran to him

confused as his father spoke:

Take this gospel magazine and read it carefully. The theme is

'surrounded by godly parents, godly relatives and godly heritage'. If you walk with God faithfully in this life, you shall be celebrated,

famous and prosperous. You will see the wonders God will perform

for you".

Immediately he gave him the magazine, he bowed in prayer

again. Praise stood for a while asking many questions in his mind

before he finally walked away, It was not obvious to him what his

father saw about his future .as he was praying. Could it be God

speaking through the mouth of a mere mortal? Sometimes, it is not in

the power of man to order his steps. God's ultimate decision matters

the most.

Praise lay on the bed as he was reading the magazine with

rapt attention. It talked about some youths who were fortunate enough

to be identified with Christian parents and relatives as they are

growing up. Such youths are better off than their mates who were

denied such a rare privilege. The case of Timothy was cited. He had a

godly mother and grandmother who helped him to pattern his life after

God's standard. Excellence was second to none in his life. He became

apostle Paul's most cherished son.

"Is good name not better than gold and silver? Praise

whispered to himself in deep thought. He loved the story and had

always wanted to live a life of excellence. His ambition was to stand

tall in everything he does. He wanted to be a perfect role model to his

generation. He sought to be heard across the world as an anointed

voice. His preoccupation everyday was to leave his footprints on the map of the world. Being a champion as well as a living legend was

also part of his dreams.

While reading the magazine, he felt a light breeze blew over

him and he dozed off. Everywhere turned white. The sparkling white

was eye-piercing that it lighted up his face. Melodious songs filled up

the spot. Then an out-stretched hand with a golden pen came forth and

a soothing softer voice sounded.

"My son, take this pen. You shall live by it in this generation. I

have ordained you a great writer and through you your family shall be

known. When I put you in your mother's womb, you were marked for

EXPLOITS and TESTIMONIES. This is the time for divine

manifestation".

The softer voice faded and he sprang to his feet feeling

transformed. He looked around everywhere and it wore its former

colour. What could have happened? Deep inside of him, he knew he

had been empowered to take on writing as a carrier, not minding

wagging tongues and discouraging voices. He held the magazine

close to his heart and said a word of prayer silently.

But he thought aloud "would he confide this revelation in

another soul, even his father?", reminding himself that actions speaks

Louder than words, he decided to make it his confidential secret until

he would be published as an author someday.

Without delay, he grabbed his diary and his pen at the extreme

end of the bed and scribbled down some lines of words.

"Writing is my sacred calling. Writing is my identity. Writing is my ministry". That was how Praise started his journey into writing world.

Moses saw the burning bush as an evidence of his calling

Praise received a golden pen to become a celebrated writer

Would he strive to the point of honour?.