It is two days to the World Cup. I mean, who’s not excited? Perhaps the clingy and nagging girlfriend, who is about to ask why Lionel Messi is not playing for Barcelona anymore or why Cristiano Ronaldo is not in the all-white jersey we are all accustomed to seeing him in or why Bale won’t play, yet he can score beautiful goals (though she only really saw that one magnificent goal on your Whatsapp status or the same on one of her numerous questionable male acquaintances.) That said I hope you can take some time, tomorrow to check out my new blog site, The Football Craze. I thought of some hilarious names like SoccerBaloo (see what I did there) and KickABall (this one sounded like a tagline of a Polio campaign) until I settled on the craze around football. It is a beautiful and sometimes crazy game, played with talented and some crazy players enjoyed all over the world by passionate and some crazy fans.
Apart from the World Cup, some of us are anxiously waiting for Eid Ul Fitr. Yes, I am waiting too. Apart from a looming public holiday on Friday, which will mean not attending school or class for that matter, which means I don’t have to submit that due assignment. Don’t look at me like that, I mean who doesn’t like a day off? Better still, a long weekend full of invites to eat a variety of food. See, my roommate is Islam, and to help him through the month, we both don’t have lunch. You would have to be one greedy person to eat while your friend is fasting. Okay, I’ve been greedy a couple of times, of course not in his presence, but I wouldn’t want to be the one testing a mate’s faith during such pensive times.
So, last week, a friend of mine went through the trouble of checking up on me. Just some casual stuff, but it actually feels charming. Anyways, she( yes it’s a she ) kept asking why I don’t send her links to my blog site anymore and couldn’t believe that I haven’t written anything this all this time. I don’t think a lot of people, inclusive of myself comprehend how complex yet soothing it is for me to be able to write down my thoughts, emotions and discretions hoping my friends, my family and even random people can take time to have a read, share my ideas, castigate or concur yet appreciate what I do. So, it’s been really hard not being able to conjure some self-confidence, rather some ability to write, but it feels good to be back.
I was sitting on my bed, on a Tuesday morning trying to conjure something that will seem interesting enough to have people clicking on my page. Something of the UBER Driver story nature. Something that everyone would want to read and be engrossed in. Better still, something that would have people thinking of me as a younger Biko Zulu. Something that would ensure everyone noticed. Something that would make people interested, perhaps something viral that would make the fellows that never bother to click on my links sour. Something that would make me accepted or appreciated. It never came. So, a day passed, two days passed, four days passed and a week passed. Two weeks went by, another two and before I could think of something it was a month. The second month went by and so did the third. So every time I reevaluated myself, I told myself I had no inspiration to write. I mean, after all, I was on holiday; eating, sleeping and watching everything I could. (Two or three people say I’ve grown fat.) I started thinking; maybe writing is not my thing after all. It doesn’t even pay, I mean, who would want to do anything, let alone write for free. Maybe I should just write about Akothee, Otile Brown or some other shenanigans. By doing so, maybe I’d be more relevant and I don’t know, maybe tuko.co.ke or mpasho.ke would want me to write for them.
I would write a paragraph or two, but it was always difficult onwards. I personally have a hard time completing tasks. Better put, I’m a master of procrastination. I mean why not, I get home, study for ten minutes and convince I’d do that better after a nap. I take a nap, wake up, have my lunch and it’s suddenly convenient for me to watch a movie. After all, it’s just a two hour layover. So, I get on with a Di Caprio film. I feel sleepy afterwards, so why not another short nap? That way, I’d study at night, besides I’d probably have insomnia after sleeping twice in a day. I have supper, catch up with my roommates and get online. I have to reply to a text or two. Who wants to be an anti-social being? (Maybe some do, but they don’t brush it into our faces; they rarely even know of their condition) I spend hours online and when I’m done chatting, liking and commenting I decide to listen to some music. I doze off. My alarm wakes me; I prepare and rush to school to go over some few points before my CAT. Luckily, I can memorize a bunch of points, but I’m still short of what I’d like to accomplish. I despise being average.
My cousin has been writing her research paper and she sometimes calls for my help. Apparently, she thinks I’m good at writing. So, I gladly help. That was not without my fair share of procrastination and delays, but either way I’m glad I always got it done. Then, last week, I was creating a Facebook and Instagram page for some new project of mine. (Facebook is the world’s number one online advertising and market space with a massive 50pc share of the market. Instagram is third, behind Pinterest) I tried writing an appealing bio for the pages but I couldn’t. No, I wouldn’t. So I thought, why not ask my learned cousin to help me out? It’s funny because she also had delays of her own, but sent me a long description in two days.
I read it; it was too long, too wordy, perhaps even a tad bit complicated. It didnt sound right. I called her and tried explaining that I needed something shorter and more appealing. She said, “Why don’t you do it? I mean, you have a way with your words. So, why don’t you think of it and do it by yourself. I think you are fairly capable of coming up with that by yourself.”
I did actually; though I used some of her words. I just didn’t push myself enough. I just didn’t find enough ‘inspiration’ to do it when all I needed was my will and my time. Sometimes we blame opportunity, luck and anything else we can pin our problems on when we actually just don’t do anything to get out of a pit. Whatever you think you can’t do or is impossible or too hard. You can actually do. At times, you might have nothing but yourself, and in such a situation, who are you going to blame if you don’t get your act together? Let me help you with that; yourself!
So, how about you start now? Do it!