Back To Class

I have to get up for Class today.


These days, I wake up very early every morning, wondering where I missed it, if I missed it. How I missed it, why I missed it. What did I do that I shouldn’t have done, what can I do that should have been done. I buffer through each day, never truly feeling like I lived. I had a dream, have a dream. A plan and a time frame but somehow, I think I missed it. Or haven’t I? Year after year, the resilience I show can be commendable but it ends, thus far, the same way, with Hope.

Don’t get me wrong, I love hope! I love to hope and I pray we all have the right amount of Hope. That’s it, the right amount of Hope because too much can be bad….right? Well I dunno because Romans 4 vs 18 clearly says “Against all hope, Abraham in hope believed and so became…” So still, I wonder,  is this how it’s meant to be? Am I still strong enough to weather these storms or have I misinterpreted the message. Did I follow passion over purpose or are they fused together as they should be, working hand in hand for that Glorious Destiny?

I heard a great man say journey to any destination, not the arrival, is where the value lies so could it be that this journey, tough, surprising, often times difficult, is rich in value? I don’t know, really I don’t. The experiences have been crazy and trust me, passion hasn’t always been enough motivation to keep going. Sometimes the reason we continue is because we’ve simply given too much and now we feel we’re owed and deserve something. But I have heard heart breaking life stories. It doesn’t always happen that way.

The rules are different for every player.  It is fair to some, it is inhumane to others and downright indifferent to the rest. It surely surely hasn’t been fair to me, I must say, but who cares?  I don’t! So at the gym the other day I had my now so normal and frequent conversation with myself, the inner man, the Spirit of God residing in me. The harder the force of resistance you pull against,  the stronger you’re meant to become. A 50 KG lifting guy cannot expect to match the 100 KG lifting guy’s punch. They may have the same physical appearance but the structure of the inner muscles have been altered by their experiences.

Their experiences. I remember my Primary 4 class teacher always used to say that experience was the best teacher, he never told me that the classes were forced on us every minute of every day. He never even told me where his office was. I want to see him, Mr Experience, I think I’d like to drop the class. I think I’ve learnt enough. Can I see my score now? It should be high, very high, at least my friends think so. Then again, I think experience, yes, experience taught me that only the examiner can determine your score. Not your friends or family, just the examiner.

So my friends may think “Great Job Man” and the examiner says “Just A Little More” and that is what it is; Just a little more. I wish I learnt how to quit or give up when I was forming habits, I wish someone taught me that.  Sadly, no one did so now I’m this tired person that can’t quit. Maybe I should hope against all Hope and become, like my father, Abraham. Just maybe.  Maybe I should switch before it’s too late, or just maybe the horizon, the new horizon is up ahead, just a little more.

Waiting is a very hard place, and more so if you are not sure of what you are waiting for.

– Paul Amayo 2016

I have so many questions but Experience never answers; it teaches, silently, taking you through each lesson and hoping you don’t ever have to repeat that class because unlike Algebra, you will need each lesson very soon. I have to get up for Class today. I hope I find my rainbow, I hope I smile. I hope it’s a good day in Class. I’m still here, still waiting and wondering, never quitting.

Paul is back to grace the blog with his wisdom on it’s 3rd anniversary.

Thank you very much Paul for being the biggest contributor to this blog thus far and for making the world a better place by using your different talents to inspire us. Never forget, Impossible is Nothing. Keep changing lives.
Your Partner in Blog affairs,


This is the very first featured post on Stage 2, written by a dear friend of mine, someone I’ve come to look up to for inspiration although I doubt he’ll believe that.
We’re both hoping that from time to time (every other week) He’ll send articles for the THE DIARY OF A DREAMER series, specially written, with love, for  Stage 2.

I present to you Paul Amayo (@AmayoPaul)


The Diary of a dreamer.

So its been three years plus since I left the academy, with hope of a deal, a contract….two years on and I’m still hopeful. I’m not hopeful because mom says I should be and dad tries to act like he knows it all, I’m not hopeful because most of my friends say they believe I’ll make it, because I work hard at it, I’m not hopeful because my siblings and family say I have that “drive and passion”.

I’m hopeful because this is my dream.

I was born to do this, I was born with greatness. I’m hopeful because the passion and Love for what I do is inbuilt, I’m hopeful because what I do gives me Joy, I’m hopeful because God has seen me through times tough enough to break me, and I’ve come through stronger. I’m hopeful because I’ve been through the hardest of times and heard the meanest of words and still, the Love and passion for what I do remains….Hopeful.

I’m hopeful because I’ve been discouraged, disappointed, taken for granted, overlooked, looked down on and disregarded because I chose to protect my dream and this Love and this passion has remained intact.

I’m hopeful because I’ve had to live with my bag on my back, packed up and ready for the move and on the go, its been painful but still my Love and passion for this dream remains…I’m hopeful because I see how many sceptics have become believers, I’m hopeful because I owe it to God be great….what he intended me to be.

I’m hopeful because I owe it to my family and friends, to show them that dreams do come true. I’m hopeful because I’ve been shown the easy way out and I’ve seen that with all the comfort that way presents, I’m ready to walk down this hard and lonely road.

My Passion, My Love, My Pain, My Gain….My dream.
I fall, I rise. I fail and then I succeed.
I can’t and then I can.

My dream is what wakes me up before the break of dawn and knocks me down to my knees to align myself with the will of God. My dream is the rod of correction that strikes me when I step too far off. My dream is what pushes me out into the rain while others sleep. My dream is my life….My dream is what I see when I open my eyes and look ahead, to the days ahead of me.

I do not dream of my dream, I Live my dream.

Everyday, every step, every breath that takes me closer is me living my dream.  What about you? Why do you live? What does your heart beat for here on earth, what is your purpose? What is your life’s dream? Can you protect your dream? Will you protect your dream?

I am Paul Amayo.