Stuck in a Suffocating World

A messed up country that’s what I’m living in. This country can be suffocating at times. There’s not even an encouraging sector to offer succour from the dying rest.

A friend while laughing maniacally, used to say, “I wonder if God was assigning the Netherlands as my birthplace before accidentally writing Nigeria…”

Sincerely, my thoughts are not usually far from hers. Very often I wish for something different, you know. Imagine being born to British parents. Say, queen Elizabeth. Then the only thing I’d have to worry about would be etiquette and reputation, right? (You should forgive my ignorance).

I also find myself wishing I’d met Jesus. In the flesh🚶‍♀️. You know, sat while he taught at the mount. Maybe I’d be a better version of myself by now, who knows.

And every single time my mind wanders like that, an answer is always waiting for me at the end of that trip- “who knows if you came to the kingdom for such a time as this.”

This, my people, is the answer that gives me peace.

This knowledge that God is intentional and my existence is not a mistake. Not my tribe, parents, circumstance or year of birth, even country took God by surprise. It was all carefully planned before the official planting.

I like to imagine God wearing those safety helmets building contractors use as he described his additional plan for the building he’s erecting. Yep, that plan was me.

I’m sharing this with you so that when next you feel that anger or hopelessness at your life situation, or when you read the news about another sad event in your country and feel like destroying the country yourself, you remember that you’re not a mistake.

God had millions of options.

He did not allow you to meet Methuselah or Nimrod. Neither did he place you in the dark ages, or during Noah’s time, or in Sodom. You were not born a Roman or during the black slavery movement.

He did not think you’d be best as an Egyptian in Joseph’s time or as an Egyptian at all. You were not placed during Hitler’s tyranny, and nor did you witness the Hiroshima violence first-hand.

We could go on and on but you get it, don’t you? Now, that’s a lot of deliberations if you ask me…and lots of waiting too. He’s waited a lot to see you manifest at this exact time.

Your parents may not have planned for you but God definitely took his time planning.

After long consideration, he wrote down something in the likeness of: Chioma, the first daughter of Jeremiah of Ubaha Village, Anambra. Four siblings, Nigeria, 21st Century.

If you can accept this, it will help you travel from mourning and the occasional pity party you throw yourself to asking the important questions :

Why am I here?

What am I supposed to be doing now?

Why was do I exist at such a time as this?

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