When Talent Fails...

When Talent Fails...

In most cases, this is a situation gifted people refer to as “God forbid”. I sincerely pray and hope this is not the case for anyone in Jesus's name. Something I’ve realized is that in Africa, it is almost impossible for you to find a group of teenagers, growing up together with a strong vision in their heart to achieve all they set out to achieve. In most cases, as time passes and their dreams start fading, they start improvising, trying other alternatives because the desired seems far.

I would advise anyone gifted in a special area to please pay attention to these tips, especially those in Africa so that we don’t find ourselves in this horrible situation that mostly ends in suicide.

In order for your talent or gift to be relevant, the first thing you need is education. It helps you see the possibilities around your gift and broadens your mind to opportunities around you as regards your gift. A non-educated person with a divine gift might be blind to an opportunity to soar.

The next thing is to pick your friends wisely. One of the things I’ve realized during the course of my life is that a gifted person is a plague in the wrong environment or group of friends. Nobody can appreciate your gift as you will. The closest person to appreciating that gift is an equally gifted person or someone with the heart of God. Try to associate more with like minds or people that are optimistic in nature, especially if you find yourself in Africa.

Finally, pray without season. The only person that can make your talent a gift to you and those around you is the person that gave it to you in the first place. Don’t be fooled by the peanut you refer to as a talent, don’t worship your talent; worship your Father in heaven so that He can bless you more abundantly.

I sincerely pray and hope that every gifted person reading this will actualize their dreams and fulfill destiny in Jesus's name. As always, thank you for reading, and thank you for your time.

When my pen bleeds, expressions are kept close to my heart, and as it bleeds the words from deep within through my writings, I discover I have created art. I display a piece of my soul. This is my work, my blood, and it should be an object of pride, no matter how much it is criticized or praised.