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The midwife said push – I pushed. And the midwife said push more – I pushed more. And the midwife said push far more – I pushed far more. And the midwife said push farther more – I pushed farther more. Nothing happened – no baby was born. And everyone in the labour room began to laugh, and they mocked. They said I was never pregnant, and that it was just a tumour within, but I know when I took in. I was ready to try again because I knew that within, there was a baby, and I wasn’t ready to kill my dream, my future, my only proof that I ever took in. So I tried, and I kept trying, and will keep trying.

I wrote some lines. I spoke to the poet. I wanted to do a duet, but she said I was a mere sweat. I know I’ve struggled through the dirt. My whole being was like a threat. I don’t know why I’ve been treated like a stench, but I won’t fret because I’m on my way to my best.

They told me to accept reality – that I was heading nowhere. They guided me to the graveyard, and showed me millions of people who died unfulfilled. I was advised to wake up – “stop hallucinating, “they said. My destination looked like an illusion – they almost ran me to delusion. The only thing that saved me was a picture. I never carried it on my hands – it was just in my head – my nanny gave it to me. She sat me on the sands and said, “Don’t disown your future. Be true to your nature. You were born a king. Even in the sting, let your eyes be on your throne.” Ever since, I’ve carried the crown on my inner head, hidden away from those that did chair. When they called for the robe, they didn’t think the throne would be close to me, because they felt I was only born to serve – be the subject and never the object. On my right hand is the sceptre – it’s pointless telling them since they think I’m a rascal. I’m not forcing myself to be – I was born to be king.

You stared at me, I didn’t look like I was one. You judged me by my clothes, size, and bite – I couldn’t even fight – I had no height, but a sight. You felt vision wasn’t enough to make me right, but you’re wrong because it’s all I need to get to that height.

You can’t kill me – no, no, no. If only you know that you inspire when you scare me with a fight, you would simply take a bike, and ride out of my sight.

They pushed me into the flood of frustration. It carried me beyond Babylon, to a city with no name, but I won’t fear – I’ll only keep my eyes on my throne.

He was a little taller than the pigmies – he played a ping pong but had the heart of King Kong. He wore rags but was born to be a hero. They didn’t like him, they only pretended to. He would tread with caution but they dared his portion. What more can I say? We’ll save it for another day.

Another day? Yes, another day! But there might not be another day, so we must fight like this is the only day. I don’t care what you call me. I don’t give a damn what your opinions are of me. I live for now – I die for now. If I don’t take it now, it may never come my way again, so if you’re waiting to take my chance, and push me into an unknown future, I say no, my name is NOW!

Now is the time to wake up and know that you’ve always existed in destiny. Now is the promise that was made yesterday, when the y told you at the T-Junction that you were the chosen one. Now is the tomorrow you saw yesterday, and until you take it, you’ll never make it.  Yes, I told you so.

As I plucked the grey hair out of granny’s head, she told me, like I said previously, one day, I would write a letter to papa, but instead of a letter, I wrote a song. I sang it. I sung it. I sing it. I’ll sing it till I shut my eyes forever.

I know one day; I’ll join my heroes at the other side of life. I don’t know when, but I look forward to it. I’m not afraid to transit – to cross over to where eternity never ends – to where life goes on – to where genuine hearts and laughter are well understood, but until then, I push on.

You’ve got to push man, I say push. Giving up isn’t an option, just push. You won’t always win, but still push. A push is a win – it’ll be written in the books of history that you weren’t one of those that hung up when your call was on – you answered and ran with it. It may not have brought all the goodies, sweeties of life, but you would be considered a warrior – an epitome of strength and character. Show life that that’s what you are. Convince your destiny that no one can toil with it while you still have breath in your nostrils. You were born king – be king.

It was topsy-turvy, but she fought, and she conquered. Life was mean to her, but she never made excuses but fought. She won – everyone who dares to fight, somehow makes it to the hall of fame – they may not have laurels, but in life’s little book, containing the names of those who completed the marathon, they won. When you were not issued a medal – in that very race you ran – that very competition that no one cheered you – you felt you were a waste of space, but in life’s little book, you’ve been rewarded with an indelible inscription that no one can obliterate – you’re a winner.

D. Dragon says, “You have to believe in yourself, challenge yourself, and push yourself until the very end; that’s the only way you’ll succeed.” So, push, and believe it when Brian Chesky said “Never assume you can’t do something. Push yourself to redefine the boundaries.” You can redefine the boundaries – yes, you can. You can push yourself to where you become a voice for the voiceless and hope for the hopeless. As little as you are, you can, and I dare to say that as insignificant as you think you are, yes you can.

It’s a great privilege not to be born with a silver spoon – you weren’t born for silver – you were made for gold. Go for gold! Push beyond the remit. Push for providence. Push for life. Push for greatness. Birth the dream – you can be – just PUSH! Des Ree in her song, “You Gotta Be,” said to us, “Listen as your day unfolds. Challenge what the future holds. Try and keep your head up to the sky. Lovers, they may cause you tears. Go ahead release your fears. Stand up and be counted. Don’t be ashamed to cry. You gotta be.” And I say to you, if you gotta be, JUST PUSH!

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Ken is a leadership Motivation, Strategy and Personal Development Writer, Blogger and Speaker. He writes for a number of magazines and blogs. He is also a mentor and published author of several books.

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