LONG BREAK

I have been asked by several people why I have chosen to blog about my life and most especially this particular event that happened to me. This particular event was an eye opener to me. It was my rebirth and the new beginning of my life. I chose to write about it now because it's therapy for me and an avenue to release my hurt and pain. I am not sure what other emotional damage I may have surfered during this ordeal but I know God is with me through every step like he was during this event in my life.

I had to take a break because I couldn't bring myself to writing about that day. The very day I was reborn and realised I was put on this earth for a reason. It's been several weeks now and every time I am about to start writing, I randomly get a block and relive the events in my head like it all happened yesterday. I break out in sweats while my heart races. My words become fuzzy and held back.

Tonight, I had the privilege of talking to an old friend who reminded me of the blog and how she loved my writing. She asked when will I be continuing and publish "My Brush with Death" - Part 3. Firstly, i was shocked that she read my blog and secondly, i was inspired that it was read and clearly impacting readers. As a first time writer who has never written a journal or kept a diary, I am happy to be of such an influence to the public and readers of my blog.

I have decided to return with a vengeance and finally publish the long awaited part 3. I am happy to also announce I will also be sharing a link to a video of the events after part 3. A new chapter begins after "my brush with death" and I hope you find it interesting and someone out there finds it inspiring and motivational. There's a Yoruba saying that goes "Adániwáyé ò gbàgbé ẹnìkan; àìmàsìkò ló ńdààmú ẹ̀dá" which translate as "God hasn't forgotten anyone; ignorance of divine timing is what makes us fret". It simply means "Keep hope alive; don't give up"

God bless

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