The World As it Spins

I do not know what I shall leave behind as my legacy. My legacy would mean different things to different people. My daughters and sons will receive a legacy quite different from what my wife would. Their opinions about it would differ. Same guy, different relationships. If someone thrusts a mic in my face and asks "What do you want your legacy to be?", here's what I would say; I want to be a good parent. I want to be the kind of dad whose children will not be scared to share deepest secrets with. It takes a lot of hard work to get there but that is what I want. I also want to be a father of great children. I think raising another generation of thoughtful, kind and responsible humans is an important legacy. One of my heart desires is finding someone to share my life with and helping her be the best of herself. Most importantly helping her achieve her God-ordained destiny. Then overdosing her with love on a daily. My friends should be able to say I helped...

A few days ago I received the news of the death of a classmate of mine at the University. His death evoked several emotions; sadness, anger, shock and disbelief. It also pushed me to deep thought. For persons who knew Muhammad Fulani, he was a person who was deeply interested in how the earth worked. He loved knowledge and was deeply committed to whatever he set himself to do. I knew he was a staunch Buhari fan, and I used to exchange banter once in a while with him. He left a legacy. I think whatever we leave behind when we dissolve into the infinite light is our legacy. Legacy is largely unquantifiable, we can not measure it in figures or units. It is how we make others feel. It is what we do and how we live. You can not decide to not leave a legacy. Whether you like it or not, you are leaving something behind. It could be good or evil. One could be tempted to think "I'm not living for anybody, I don't care about a legacy", true but leaving a good legacy ...

Remember Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. Remember me when no more day by day You tell me of our future that you plann’d: Only remember me; you understand It will be late to counsel then or pray. Yet if you should forget me for a while And afterwards remember, do not grieve: For if the darkness and corruption leave A vestige of the thoughts that once I had, Better by far you should forget and smile Than that you should remember and be sad. This poem by Christina Rossetti always gets me thinking; what is my legacy? What would I be remembered for? Would I have failed in life if after I leave I'm forgotten in the twinkling of an eye? I hope to write a few pieces in this direction in the soon coming Legacy Series. I do not have the answers, I just have my thoughts to share. Stay tuned.