Am I too late to launch? |
“Am I too late?” I wake up each and every day wondering;
wondering if my star will shine in time to bring light to the right people.
Will they have grown too old to recognize that my light is
meant for them?
Will I still have the language, the style, the oomph to
stand before them and tell when that time comes? If it ever does that is. Why
has it taken so long?
Why do I rise to take a step forward and get thrusted
against uncertainty causing me to shy away from the stage?
Wasn’t I born for this? And if that was the case then, why
is it that the whole world sees it, knows it and feels it yet the squeaking
voice inside of me won’t let me do it?
Hello! Am I alone here?
Why is everyone making it to the top, shinning so bright in
areas I know I should yet I thought they wouldn’t and here I am with just a
glimmer?
They fly to the top so fast, born a decade and a half later
and before they turn 30 their portraits are in the front page of every possible
newspaper “Top 20 Under-25” and the world proposes a monument in their honor.
Where did I go wrong? Why is my sun setting so soon without having shone before
the mass? No limelight on my stage to honor my slight existence yet with a bold
voice I ought to hit the stage, deliver and receive a standing ovation.
These are the questions and arguments in my mind every day
as I near my 40th birthday. For a long, long time I have wanted to
stand before thousands to deliver my speech; a personally crafted message, that
will turn the hearts of men to search the deep within themselves to rise up and
make happen their purpose before the final exit from this round globe!
A dream it is, may be within reach, maybe without. All I
know is that I have what it takes to move the masses; at least to some audible
and visible extent. I’m thoroughly equiped with the deep alto voice the heavens
bestowed upon me- Oprah type, the poise, the content and oh the smile. It has
never been a problem to me to rise up before the mob and voice my opinion whether
in an official setup or when the mob is at a relaxed mode.
What I still wonder is why I have not been able to rise to
the occasion of setting up “Sip your Wine with Mag” or “Being Diva-sfied;
Breathing life into your Purpose” better still “What are you here for?”. How I
long to do exactly that; stand in the podium before eager faces, cheers and
standing ovation and then upon “A good evening to you lovely people, I could
spend this evening nowhere else under the stary sky other than with you!
Welcome to Being Diva-sfied; Breathing life into your purpose with MagdaleneKamau – If you may; call me My Darling”.
That is my dream, a dream I intend to make come true before
I turn 40, just a few years from now – 4 in particular. To launch deep and
spread, reaching out to the scared souls of men to awaken the spirits of those
cold in fear. But a push within me still asks “Am I too late to launch?”
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