I remembered how I could feel. How I had no nights just in anticipation of my performance that day.
I was contesting for the Public speaking category of the famous Port Harcourt Shift competition 2019. I have managed to scale through the preliminary stages and so I found myself in the finals.
Just few days before the competition on 28th April 2019, I got involved in an accident, and was decorated with stitches all over my body. I remembered how the words of the nurse pierced my soul like a hypodermic syringe; when she said “you won’t be able to walk for sometime”. But as a fighter I have always been, i never let that news derail my quest for my speaking battle.
So the long awaited day came, and I prepared so well for it.
Everyone is so scared of failing, cause it hurts alot, I never knew one day, I will absorb the painful gunshots of Mr. Fail. it’s so painful when you want something and you know how important it is to you, you worked hard, had sleepless nights; sometimes you barely eat because you want to make sure you don’t fail, and you end up failing and loosing.
I can attest to the real feeling of loosing; before I just say it, but now I know it. Most especially when the ones you wish would have been there to cheer you up, hurriedly went on voyage to space and you were just left all alone; you to yourself, yourself to you. Now I can boldly tell you, failure truly has no friend or family. It is the shortest cut to solitude.
I learnt a very big lesson on that blessed day. I cried out my heart, I felt like it was the end of my life, I felt chattered, weak and broken and I had no shoulder to cry on. I had prepared very hard for my competition, with pains, injuries and stitches all over me.
Crying does not make you weak, if only you’re crying to do more better the next time, and not crying to give up. I failed, I didn’t get the trophy.
I remain Precious Ejiofor
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