Passion for Christ Feature
“Hi my name is Ryan Ofei, I am a 22 year old Carleton student who loves God”
My name is Ubani Hilary Chiamaka, I have been rapping/writing songs since I was 8 years old, rappers like Tupac, Lupe Fiasco, Kirk Franklin, Nas, Eminem and Kanye west inspired me to become a rapper. I rap because I want to get messages across, I know there are a lot of people that have been in my circumstance, that are in my circumstance and that will be in my circumstance, so I try to send words of encouragement in some of my lyrics. Also I rap in order to bring positivity into a world in which the negatives outweighs the positive.
I’m back to kick off the IYA series this week. From here on out the upcoming posts will be more frequent. This week, I let myself get sidetracked and I got into a bit of a mental rut that included netflix binging. I usually hate when these lazy weeks happen to me, and I’m not happy that it did but I got a chance to dig deeper into why I let it continue to be a cycle.
One lazy hour can turn into lazy days, weeks, months and in retrospect sometimes a year. Many January 1st’s I have looked back into the months prior and realized that it was a really lazy year for me. As easy as it is to press play for that next Netflix episode it is so much harder to think of what’s next when it comes to the future of our lives.
I think everyone comes to a point where they start to fall into the clichés. We all think we’re above them, that they’ll never affect us and that we don’t need anybody or any help. ( the “I can do bad all by myself” attitude). That’s a pretty unauthentic way to live but, there isn’t anybody that can stop you from feeling or thinking that way but you. You may have the high whiny nagging voice in your head saying I don’t have a talent, nobody will like me, I have no purpose, somebody out there is better than me at doing yada yada. But sure, why not think all of those things. Especially if you haven’t tried and especially because we have 9 lives to live and we have all the time in the world to wallow in our self-pity. Wrong “ain’t nobody got time for that”. I’m just tired of us individuals thinking we’re all original strugglers, like nobody before us was ever confused about life, or wondered of their purpose and talents, who failed, who cut themselves off from the world, became “cold-hearted”, who weren’t considered normal, who coloured outside of the box, who were ostracized, who were broke and tired. None one of those things matter in terms of you reaching success unless you make them matter. You can stay sad and broke all you like but until you find out that the real riches on this earth cannot be accessed through your bank account, you’re going to have a rough time finding the gold in your dirt.