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Stop Sharing The Grace, Start Making It!


I don't know who need to hear this, but it's time someone said it!

Nobody tells the Grass to Grave story

I didn't say Grace...I said GRAVE!!!

Meanwhile, that's the most lived story everyone can identify with!

That's the story that happens everyday

But nobody tells it because it's not inspiring

We are only concerned with the Grass to Grace story

We can't be bothered with Grass to Grave

Yet, everyday people go from Grass to Grave, like clockwork

Grass to Grave is more prevalent in life, yet nobody tells it because nobody wants a depressing story

We all want a hero, a role model

We all want a Grass to Grace story so we tell one and pretend the other doesn't exist

Everyone loves a good come back story

And they lived happily ever after is much sweeter than, after a few years they divorced or the husband killed the wife and remarried.

We only want...

How the poor man one day after working so hard, became rich

How the poor widow finally got lucky or blessed and travelled to Canada, now she owns companies and properties

We forget that, for everyone that moves from street to castle, a thousand more goes from street to Grave!!!

Nobody cares if you haven't eaten since yesterday until you are well fed.

Nobody want to hear about your poverty until you are rich

The only time your problems are interesting is when they are solved.

Quit begging and asking for help

Nobody will help you until you help yourself!!!

The only party people will love and attend is a birthday party

Not a pity-party or sympathy(pun intended)

We all want a good Grass to Grace story because it gives us hope and faith in the face of the stark reality, that we too may be lucky to share in the grace.

But I've got news for you...

You don't need Grace to escape the Grass, sometimes all you need is a knife to cut the damn Grass yourself!!!

Let's share the grace...

If you can't...Grit, Grind and make your own damn grace!!!!

Fuck Grace, I choose Grit and Grind any day!!!

Stop Sharing the Grace, start Making it!!!


Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne

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