Growing up in Nigeria, West Africa, there was a lot of time spent thinking of our future and what we wanted to be when we grew up.
Sadly there was pressure from many families and society for young people to follow a specific path for careers.
Thankfully, I grew up in a household where my parents did not restrict our ambition and future career paths as children. I was free to dream and change my mind when finding my purpose.
My parents are missionaries, and that influenced my thinking. I knew whatever I chose to do, I would be of service to others and God.
As a child, I had no firm idea regarding my purpose. I was living my life as a child.
However, things changed when I entered my teenage years. Thankfully, it was the same time I began my Christian journey of faith and life in Christ.
Suddenly I had a zest for life. I wanted to live for Christ, and that coloured everything.
Attending Chengelo, my school in Mkushi, Zambia, was a beautiful experience. It was where I grew up in my faith and began to develop ideas on what my purpose in life was.
I will forever be grateful for the diverse experiences I got in and out of the classroom that showed me where my interests, passion, purpose and faith in Christ could meet.
Going on camping trips, planting trees in the community, and serving in other ways had opened my eyes to the importance of giving back to the community.
Going through leadership training and becoming the assistant primary Prefect my senior year in high school also gave me the confidence that I could lead in my circle of influence.
I also grew in my faith, even though I went through a low point in the 11th grade (form 4). By my last year, I was at peace within and without, and I ended my high school years by getting baptised.
After flirting with the idea of being a missionary doctor in a remote village for two years, I realised that it wasn’t my path. Communication was my pathway; I had discovered I loved to write, so I was interested in journalism as a career.
At 18 years old, I started my university journey at Biola University. It was an excellent place for me to continue walking in faith with Jesus, my friend and Saviour. I got my journalism education and got schooled on Biblical knowledge and truth. But most importantly, I found fellowship with other believers.
Of course, not everything was perfect. It took me more than two years to find a church I could call home.
It’s been 25 years since I decided to follow Jesus Christ, and the core purpose of my life has remained the same. However, I have learnt that the way I do so will change ever so often depending on the season and time.
There was a dark period when I lost sight of my purpose in pursuing academic success and trying to be like everyone else. I forgot on the path to fulfilling purpose; there is time spent in the valley.
The truth is, even in those dark times. I was fulfilling my purpose. I was learning the fruit of patience and the act of enduring. I was a student in the school of suffering, and I learned a lot of lessons that will help me for the rest of my life.
I have also discovered that when a strong community surrounds me, I thrive in living out my life’s purpose. I am blessed to have found community in all the places I have sojourned.
My primary purpose is linked to my faith, my talents and skills as a writer, speaker and storyteller and my passion for encouraging and lifting others and being of service in the community.
I still have a long way to go, but I am further along than when I began this journey at age 13. Along the way, there have been detours, but I always find my way back. It’s been wonderful having Jesus as a guide.
Finding my purpose in Christ has led me on an exciting journey. It has given me the boldness to try new things and step out of my comfort zone.
I want to say a big thank you to those who have encouraged me along the way. There are so many of you. I would not be where I am today without your support.