What’s Your Story? Ask Them Anything

My friend, everybody get story. Even you, even me. No one just wake up like this, no background, no journey. Life might no be straight line. It bend, it twist, it shake us small, sometimes plenty.

Some of us come from village where light go off more than it stay on, where cars loves garage more than the road. Some grow up selling tomatoes, fixing radios, herding goats, pushing bicycle with no brakes. Some go school, some stop halfway, some never even start — but still, story a story to tell. Strong story.

You see that quiet guy? E don't see things, the same way you think. That woman always laughing? If you hear her story, you fit keep quiet. In Africa, we no always talk our pain loud. We carry am inside, mix am with jokes, mix am with hustle, mix am with hope. If you ask him "How's everything?" He say "all is well", when he's in problem. Struggling with life. The little he gets, government demanding tax from the same. Ye him no getting any government support at all. Bad roads, broken/no bridges, no medicine in hospitals, no school materials.

Your story no need be perfect. No need be clean. It can be wrong choices. As long as it true. As long as it's your own. That one matter much.

Sometimes we think our story too small. “Ah, mine nothing special.” But my brother, my sister, truth be told. Survival alone is story. Waking up again after many knockdowns? Big story. Trying again after failure many times, when you tired? That one heavy.

So I ask you small: what’s your story? Where you come from? What push you forward even when road hard? Talk, we're all ears. Share them stories. Somebody out there need hear yours, even if you no know yet. Your story might teach/encourage someone out there.

Because in the end, stories be how we remember ourselves. And no doubt — your own worth telling.