WE ALL HAVE OUR STORIES (IROH OKECHUKWU aka PensWorld)

I remember the first time I did my spoken word, it wasn't funny, yes! Not at all. Inasmuch as I was anxious and eager to minister, I still didn't want that time to come.

How would I face the crowd with about 800 or so pairs of eyes fixed at me to watch my mouth dangle, and ears to pick my every word? My heartbeat tripled its beating rate. I looked around a million times, and just then I started sweating, and the chair I sat on became too hot for me. I stood up and took a stroll to ease of the tension. Laughs.

I had received a huge blow of disappointment that morning, few minutes after I walked into the church auditorium: A guy and I were to do a duet before I would come up for my solo ministration, so we spent time rehearsing through out the night that preceded the Sunday morning; the morning I remembered.

"Mehn, I don't think I will do it anymore." He sounded so defeated.
In my inquisition to know why the sudden change, he said;

"One guy just did his now, mehn, it was a bomb. And I don't think ours would make sense as much as the guy's own. I'm so sorry." He left.

The first 10 seconds or so left me brain-washed, shattered, beaten, defeated, frustrated, speechless, and weak. I couldn't move. All I could do was just to mope at the bare wall in front of me. So many things flooded my mind at a time within those few seconds. I felt a sting emotionally that nearly brought out a tear down my eyes; I braced up to avoid that, but no doubt, cloud of tears covered my eyes.

I went back to where I was seated after encouraging myself, picking and fixing up every of my broken self. Not long after I was settled in my seat that the moderator walked up to me and asked if I was ready. I nodded my head confidently that I was. And he told me that after the motivational talk show, I will hit the atmosphere with my spoken word.
The sound of that got me scared. "what if I don't do well? What if I flop while saying it? What if something happens and they laugh at me?  What if...?" I started asking me self so many what ifs.
Thank God for the motivational talk show I forced myself to pay attention to. Like I prayed for, what they were saying was hitting and knocking down every fear and doubt I was nursing. Just at the end of the show, I breathed out the fear and doubt I had inside. I was fit again. I was filled with confidence and bravery. I started tapping my feet on the ground and folding my fist so tight like I was one king Kong. Laughs.

The sound of my name shook our eardrums after the moderator had showered so many praises on me because he had heard me do free styles of about two of my works. I took my time to walk up to the altar. As I walked, I felt like going back seriously.
I took the mic and gave a bow, and then asked for a mic stand. Silence was what I noticed. It was then something within me told me that,

"they are silent because they want to hear you speak, so give them what you got."

After setting the mic on the mic stand, I looked at almost every eyes I could see at the time I raised my head, they all indeed wanted to hear me speak. I smiled to ease the little pressure hanging within me. Then I started speaking. I let out one word at a time, making them hungrier. I saw it clearly written on their faces; the more I spoke, the hungrier they became, and the more confident I was. I knew I was gaining grounds in their heart. The atmosphere was becoming saturated with loud voices to be yelled out in applause for my ministration. I felt it, inasmuch as I didn't want to stop talking, I couldn't wait to finish my spoken word to see and hear their applauses.

And finally, I said the last words of the last sentence of my spoken word. I took about three seconds pause to look at the most eyes I could see before stepping aside and then walking back to my seat. The expected loud sound of victory erupted! It was so loud that it almost deafened me. They shouted, clapped, and some even whistled to the top of their voices and with the whole of their strength...

I smiled as I said a prayer of appreciation to God as soon as there was a contact between my buttock and the chair I sat on. That was when a tear trickled down my cheek. I was amazed how God used an unqualified guy like me to impact lives.

So many people sent their compliments, and so many other stopped me along the road days later to tell me how blessed they were listening to my spoken word. For the first time in my life, I had a taste of how it feels to be a celebrity. Smiles.

The peak of it all was when the General Overseer sent for me. It was just a confirmation that I carry within me, words nations across the world long to hear. It's all to the glory of God.
I've had testimonies of how blessed people are when they listen to my spoken words, and I'm sure you will also when you listen to any of them.

We all have our stories, this is mine for my spoken word career.

To listen to some of my spoken words, or invite me to come minister in your church, event or program, call or whatsapp this number 07031170466.

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