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Inspiration is Everywhere!

Inspiration is Everywhere!








Many are curious as to where my inspiration stems from. This is rather a difficult question to respond to, since I dare say inspiration for my work flows from various sources. From nature to those around me; inspiration is everywhere. 

Being in nature, even for a short space of time, is always refreshing. It definitely brings me peace and that tranquility is often accompanied with a flood of new ideas. The resilience of the trees themselves are an inspiration. Watching on as they grew new branches after a ravaging category 5 hurricane shook them, is a testament that there is life even after the worst storms. So that's why when I feel down and un-inspired, I often detach from everyday life and make time to go sit on the beach or near a river. 




My students in their own unique way, often inspire me. These young minds and their drive for knowledge often sends me on a search for knowledge, too. I have learnt quite a few lessons from them but if anything, they show me that learning never ends. They inspire me to want to be more, to be better and to achieve more. I hope to inspire them just as much as they inspire me. 


Family is another source where I run to for inspiration. There is no doubt that I am who I am because of them. In one way or another, they all inspire me to seek personal growth. I have had the privilege of watching them for almost three decades. I have watched them toil and toil and go from strength to strength. Watching them climb those steep mountains of life has been nothing short of eventful. When I think of how far they came and how much more they can achieve, I am overwhelmed. Kudos to you, fam!!


My mother, is one of my greatest stream of inspiration and encouragement. She has quite a story, you know. She and her siblings did not come from much but watching her display her strength time and time again is inspiration enough. She has worked hard and still continues to toil, I pray the Lord keeps her in good health and grants her long life, so she can see and enjoy the fruits of her labour. 

My auntie! (I hope she doesn't kill me when she sees this).
She is one of the strongest women I know. She has impeccable faith and the fact that she is always praying for us always makes me smile. She has displayed patience from since I knew her and practices contentment. Maybe it is a September-born thing, I don't know. But she continues to inspire me to reach higher, always. Her thirst for knowledge is something I always wished was passed down to me and maybe someday I'll know just as much as she does. 



My champion and young king! My younger brother has to be one of my greatest source of inspiration and he knows it. He is one of the most patient, loving and driven young men I know. He is irreplaceable! Whenever I feel low or down, he always gives me one of his pep-talks, "Fix up yourself!" Lol. Someday I aspire to be as sound and motivated as he is. Such a darling. 

My family is filled with driven people and they may they all aspire to great heights and to single them all out right now would be impossible but I am inspired by most if not all of them.





When life gets hard and overbearing (that feeling does come often) I run to the river, the ocean or I run home; to family and good food. There is no doubt that I will return rejuvenated and with an accolade of poems up my sleeves just waiting to be released. 

When it feels like life is kicking your butt, where do you run? Feel free to comment below. 

Thank you for reading. I hope you felt inspired and encouraged to not give up when you things go wrong because life is not meant to be easy. That way when we have conquered, nothing would have tasted better. 


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