Greatness – More than the Average.

 

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Photographers, artists, poets: show us GREATNESS.

 

*Something a little different today. A poetic attempt at defining greatness.*

 

Greatness

The behemoth. The giant.

Gigantor – the one and only.

The one who’s been ordained close to holy

All because of his stature – as colossal as it is.

All the tiny minions look upon him and cower in awe and wonder.

“He’s the one. He’s the great.” – They mutter. They gasp.

Their mouths open wide as he flexes his grasp

In front of the little ones. The people. The humans.

The humans call him great. He sees himself and says

“Greatness? Me?”

He nods.

“Greatness. Me.”

“Greatness is Me.”

But is Greatness really the great big monster we can’t comprehend?

Is it really the big mystery which seems to have no end?

I think not. Really. I think not.

I think we have forgotten. Yes. We’re quite lost.

Greatness is not defined by the size we see with our eyes.

Greatness is sized up by the actions, the words, the feats of one

Who chose to despise

The ways of being normal. The life of being plain.

Greatness was in King David when he defeated the great giant

That towered over him.

Greatness was in the people, the ‘weird’ people, who chose to

Chase their dreams and use their talents whilst others were too busy

Falling, tripping, and stumbling on the corporate ladder to nowhere.

Greatness is in those who choose to perservere.

It’s in those who stand even when life says “Sit”,

Who make a big something out of a little “it”.

Greatness knows no size. Greatness knows no form.

Greatness wondering around waiting to explode in the life of another

Human being who has seen that life can mean

So much more

If you just learn to strive for a little more

Than the average Joe.

I’ll speak to that.

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Chipochashe: What’s In My Name? Too Much.

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*The Downlow: So WordPress had a Daily Prompt for its writers: Write about your first name.

Chipochashe. A Shona name. Gift of God. Gift from God. When I actually realized the translation behind my name, I laughed.

“So I can go around saying I’m God’s gift to the world and I won’t be lying? Sweet.”

The things that go through my mind are rather fascinating if you ask me. They are original, Chipochashe thoughts. When I think of my first name, a real warm glow radiates from my heart? Why? Because the beauty and power that the very name possesses is something I learn about each day. Now relax now. I am not trying to be arrogant. There is power behind a name. I’ve seen enough cases to deem that statement true in my mind. Names affect us in one way or another – whether we know the meaning of our name or not. Why is that? Well some people blame it on Fate. Others think it’s all in the subconscious. Me? Well once I know, I’ll let you know.

Anyway, so some of the pointers WordPress offered were:

“Write about your first name: Are you named after someone or something? Are there any stories or associations attached to it? If you had the choice, would you rename yourself?”

Are you named after someone or something?

I wasn’t named after anyone. My mother made sure of it. She has never been a fan of naming children after specific people – she had her reasons and I understand them. The funny thing is…I wasn’t actually meant to be named Chipochashe. She wanted to name me Chidochashe – yes my foreign friends, there is a difference. It means the will of God – something like that. I can see why my mother wanted to give me that name. Anyway, a family member had her child a couple of months before I was born and the baby girl was named “Chidochashe”. For some reason, my mum was rather unimpressed at her baby-to-be’s name being taken – so she discovered “Chipochashe” and here I am today.

Are there any stories or associations attached to it?

There are an infinite number of stories associated to my name. Each day produces a new story to add to “Chipochashe”. One thing I know is that my name has played a vital role in my life – since day one. I won’t give the gory details but my birth was a rather tricky one – rather tricky is an understatement. I’ve had enough the near-death experiences in my life – especially when I was a toddler. The fact that I am alive and 120% healthy is more than enough for my parents to see me as a gift from God. My life is a gift from God to me. That is how I see it. I know I am a talented person when it comes to the performing arts and those gifts just echo “Chipochashe” whenever I think of them. There’s a mystery in a name that allows the owner to do certain things. I always strive to be a blessing in my loved one’s lives. If I were to choose – and it has happened enough the times – I’d rather go to bed hungry and know that I’ve managed to help a loved one have a meal. That’s just who I am. I live to make my loved ones smile. Chipochashe. It’s a powerful name and I cannot fail to live up to it. Imagine.

“That girl with such a powerful name but she doesn’t realize it?”

I’d rather be blind, deaf and mute – dramatic yes but you have to have my mind and heart to understand where I am coming from.

If you had a choice, would you rename yourself?

Never. No way. Not a chance. No. Nope. Nah uh. Absolutely not!

When I think of my mum’s story about my name I often sigh with relief and say “I’m glad that happened.” To me my name isn’t just well…my name. It’s me! From the numerous teachers who butchered my name to the number of times my mother has used my name to call me when I’m in trouble – it definitely wouldn’t have been the same. There’s an identity that I’ve formed with “Chipochashe” that definitely couldn’t have been replicated with any other name. The joy I get when people ask me “What’s your name” and I unleash a “Chipochashe” and they’re like “Ch-what?” That’s me! The reminders I get whenever I discover another level of my talents – that’s me. Chipochashe, the girl who shakes those around her and shows them that life isn’t just a bunch of black and white photos. There is colour. Lots of it. My name is a rainbow dripping with colours – some not even known by human beings. That’s how special I am. That’s how amazing I, Chipochashe, am. You can judge my boldness and belief as much as you want, dear reader, but why don’t you take a second to stop and ask yourself why you can’t be like that with your name too?

We have our names for a reason. If you don’t like your name then change it to something that works. We as human beings have the power to make life work for us. Oh, if only we’d realize that!

So that’s Chipochashe in a nutshell – if I go on any further I’ll end up writing a book instead of a post – hmmm, not a bad idea.

I shall close this post with a poem I composed:

“Gift from God.

God’s gift.

His Chosen One to take the world and

Shake it.

Shake it ‘til it moves to the rhythm of

Inspiration and Motivation.

I am Chipochashe –

Hear me roar. See my awesomeness.

I am Chipochashe.

Born to shake the world.

Blessed to inspire.

Living to make my loved ones smile.

A gift from God and a gift to others.

Appreciating the gifts others bring me in the form of

Love, Joy and Happiness.

Chipochashe.

One of a kind.

Watch this space.

Watch me take my place.”