Whew, writing a project on my topic, under my supervisor, with my exact mix of colleagues, in my department, in my school, as me, just to get awarded with the very same degree that I am working for, is one of the hugest things ever in my little white eyes. C’mon, I was to collect some human breast milk samples from African Nigerian ‘woman beings’, and do some technical nonsense on them, my God!
Every single material I needed for the technical nonsense was ready but every single ‘maternity’ help- as in milk donor ran into thickets, leaving me behind with just promises only good enough for me to pass the far spent time with.
Every day, as the bomb ticking time made me uneasy, Jesus told me the family story of the Eagle, and the truths in it kept me alive in the lonely, scary, hand- tied moments, that could make a supervisor such as mine to lose faith in you. ‘The Eagle story’ however became ‘My Story’ because I soon discovered that the story gave me a starting point for carrying out my project ‘Eagle style’.
Soon my entire work was done in roughly fourteen days and was ready too for final assessment preceding defense just like the rest of the students. Mouths started wagging (I guess), because at least one girl’s mouth in my group murmured out loud (MOL), and I heard it. Surprisingly, I found myself saddened by the girl’s ‘MOL’ especially when I remembered the sequel of other sad things that my supervisor put me through that same day, prior to the ‘MOL’. In fact she said that she did not see any reason why some people have their project ready in two weeks whereas every other person was still struggling to be done after two months. I knew she was referring to me because she said that just immediately after asking me if I was done- with a generous dose of all the sarcasm a woman her age can muster.
That night, while I ruminated over the events of the day, the Lord brought to my remembrance that story that kept me, and instructed me to give the news flashes of it to anyone who confronted me with a mouth that chooses to ‘MOL’ all day long
The Eagle and the rest faced the very same hostile air current. The rest beat the air with all her might and was rewarded with a mouthful of balance just good enough to take her best to the height of a great iroko tree. The Eagle on the other hand, spread her wings with that effortless swagger that can sweep Cleopatra off her feet. Soon, her wings spoilt her to a bounteous treat of a flight that mounted her
gracefully on a cliff miles higher than the highest point on Everest’s hill. There, she made her nest, sat in peace to at least relax with the thought of a piece of meat.
This is the difference between the races and medals of they that trust in the Lord, and that of they that trust in human efforts.
“Do you not know”?
“Have you not heard”?
“The Lord is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. He will not grow tired or weary, and His understanding no one can fathom. He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak. Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall; but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint”. –ISAIAH 40: 28-31 (NIV).
By Favouromeje (July 2016)
Christ a poet 