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Tuesday, 8 September 2015

THE GOOD THING ABOUT FAILURE.....Episode IV.

                                        A Collection of Various Experiences 

                                    Written by OKEKE  FRANCIS  CHUKWUMA.


It is amazing how difficult people’s past can be yet they still nurture the resilience to overcome. We never get to know of this until they tell us about it. I once was in a conversation with my class prefect NDUBUISI TANSI FESTUS and he narrated to me the educational ordeal he faced as a growing boy in Kafanchan, southern Kaduna, Nigeria; how they sat on stones under trees to learn English language in Hausa. But he never allowed this experience to deter him from the beautiful life he desired to live; it may interest you to know that he now speaks English so well and fluently.
I really love the Catholic Doctrine on Penance. It gives me a clear Christian dimension on the issue of failure.  It does not condemn the sinner but rather encourages the sinner to get up and turn away from his/her sin. Obviously, there are scriptural instances of this notion, if my little bible is something to go by did CHRIST not forgive the thief on the cross (Lk 23:43).
Upon seeing the title of this article, my classmate Ahar Jacob quickly told me that he sat for SSCE six times before he succeeded with the required credits. He is now a poet and has successfully authored a collection of poems titled “The Last Hope”. 
I don’t even want to go into the stories of millions of business men and women who fail but yet nurse the ambition to still struggle for success of which my MUM is a reference point.
The Greek playwright and Philosopher Sophocles once said, “One must wait until the evening to see how splendid the day has been”. Invariably, there is no need to be hasty in our conclusions to life.
While delivering a paper on ‘writing ability’ in the Spiritual year house, ADAGA BENJAMIN comically passed a message that we all shoved off in laughter. In a bit to encourage the audience on their capability to write he said; “YOU TOO CAN WRITE” implying that everyone could write if they desire to. Now this sounds so true and makes a lot of sense to me despite the humour.
I will like to conclude thus:
Failure should be our healer not our killer, our elevator and not our undertaker, It should be the spring board from which we rise in race onto the track just like the athlete. Failure is a delay, not defeat. It is a temporary detour, not a dead end. Failure is something we can conquer if only we realise ourselves and put in more effort. 


SALUTATIONS TO MY MASTERS, VERY REMARKABLE PERSONS WHO HAVE FAILED AND YET DID NOT GIVE UP.
MY FATHER, MR OBUMNEME OKEKE,
MY MOTHER, MRS NWABUIFE OKEKE,
MARTIN LURTHER KING JNR,
MY CLASS REP, NNDUBUISI TANSI FESTUS,
PRESIDENT BARRACK OBAMA,
KOSSY CHIKEME,
AHAR JACOB; THE POET,

AND TO THE MILLIONS OF PEOPLE STRUGGLING OUT THERE TO SUCCEED.
We will never give up UNTIL OUR GOOD IS BETTER AND OUR BETTER BEST.
                                                                                                    THANK YOU.

THE GOOD THING ABOUT FAILURE.....Episode III

                                    A Collection of Various Experiences


                              Written by OKEKE  FRANCIS  CHUKWUMA.


Nonetheless, I am impressed with a particular positive impact failure makes in me and indeed in all of us. And it is; its assertive determination. Failure stirs up my zeal to get back on my feet and even transcend my comfort zone; it generates an overwhelming courage in me that influences my unflinching quest for success.
While I was in secondary school, I was really comfortable with an unrecognised average result. I settled so much for this output that I could not think of myself as anything better. I so much devalued my academic prowess that I did not even have the time to ponder if I could do better or perhaps even emerge in a scholastic limelight or better still, develop some special skills that I could be known for. But no, I just preferred to be the way I was, crude and unwilling.  I will ever remain thankful to my first day of reflection, the day that informed a significant step to my success, the day of my liberation from intellectual defeat, the day when I sat quietly and challenged myself, the day when I realised my human equality with others, the day when I reminded myself of myself, when I thought that I too can be as good just like every other person. This definitive day makes up my story too.
 I once had a class mate KOSSY, who was from my neighbourhood and fortunately we both gained ingress into the minor seminary at the same time. We grew up together in school

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