An incident last week changed my perspective on everything that had to do with my hustlewella brand.
It was Tuesday evening my
hustlewella content feature day. I was back from work, hurriedly made dinner,
showered, ate and hit my hustlewella work station (on top of my bed ooo… with
my laptop, phones and journal…Home office and study still on my wish list). I
turned on the laptop to start work and behold the battery was drained!!
How could this have happened? The laptop
charger had stopped working the previous day, so I borrowed a charger and
charged the laptop with the intent of using it to post the next day and then
source for a charger later.
So here I was, laptop dead, no charger,
PHCN chose that crucial night to “hold” their power, everything I needed for
the posting was in the laptop, it was already past 8pm and I “really” had to
post that night (consistency target).
I was at a total loss as to what
next to do. The person’s charger I used the previous day lived far from me and
inaccessible at that time of the night, the nearest cyber café to me doesn’t
allow personal laptops but I could still go and cry for mercy even if just to
power the laptop a bit…problem was I had issues with my left leg and barely
managed it through the day, it was swollen and I was already limping. So going
out that night was not an option except I was not ready to use that same leg to
go to work the next day and though that cyber café is the closest to me, it was
still quite a walking distance.
Ok …so my two best bets were hubby
and my brother who I know will always run to my rescue whenever I’m a fix (we
all need people like that). Phone call to hubby, he was stuck in traffic and
still in Lagos mainland (we live at Ajah). Phone call to my brother, he was
driving and can’t talk at the moment…will call me back (he didn’t even hear what I
had to say). Confusion, panic and all their relatives had found a human dwelling
for the night. WhatsApp chat (more like wailing from you know who) with my
bestie did nothing to assuage me…all suggested options were met with custom
made obstacles.
Fast forward to 10:30pm, PHCN had
restored power yah! Light has come minus one problem right? Still no charger to
power the laptop. Hubby came home with my brother right behind him…both analyzed
the situation, tried to calm me down and failed woefully. I was inconsolable.
They couldn’t understand why I was turning the situation into a do or die
affair (like I even understood why myself!!!). Brother went home with a promise
to look for charger for me, hubby turned into a charger technician, conducting
all manner of experiments with the two dead laptop chargers in the house.
The shrill of my phone woke me up.
Apparently I had drifted off. Hubby was dozing right beside me. Bits and pieces
of what used to be laptop chargers were scattered on the floor (hubby the experimenter
had succeeded in mutilating the uncooperative chargers). It was 11:40pm my
brother was calling. He had a laptop charger waiting for me outside. I jumped
out of bed…grabbed the charger…plugged the laptop and started working. At about
1:30am I was done. And then I breathed!!! Oh yes I knew when I actually breathed…All
those hours and I was only just going through the breathing motions but I
actually truly breathed only after I had done my posting. I knew I had only a
few hours before my 4:30am work alarm rang, but I was fulfilled.
And then it dawned on me!!! My passion
for my hustlewella dream was much deeper than I thought. When they asked if I
must post that night, my inner me was screaming yes I must…even the few minutes
I dozed off brought me dreams of hustlewella…the fear of procrastination and
then giving up gripped me real bad that night. Now I know it’s no longer just a
dream or an aspiration, it is a purpose discovered.
Ever had any similar purpose
revealing incident? Please leave me a comment below let’s share in your story.
Uche Ucheka
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Wow!
ReplyDeleteI will simply title this incident as "A Test Of Passion"
Oh yes it was indeed a test of passion
DeleteMost times obstacles are God's way of telling to get prepared as the road would be bumpy but your doggedness and zeal will see you through....
ReplyDeleteNo one understands your dream like you 😘 am happy you are chasing it down!
How is the leg now, hope better? We look forward to more post on hustlewell
Selah!
Thank you so much dear. Yes the leg is a lot better
DeleteI remember that night, I really wished I could get a charger across from the mainland to Ajah to you that night cos it really felt like a do or die thing..
ReplyDeleteI thank God that miraculously a charger was found at that time of the night and you finally did the post.
I love your passion for your hustlewella dream.. I personally am encouraged and motivated by it.
God's grace bestie.
awww..thank you dearie..you are the best
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