I found my first grey hair at the age of thirteen. You see, my parents both went grey really early,especially my mum,by the time I was in my teens,she was almost completely grey, by my calculations, my mum started growing grey before she was even forty, she has this sort of golden grey hair, both my mum and dad do not dye their grey hair,my dad always says he has earned every strand of grey on his head😀.
So recently, I noticed that I was finding more strands of grey in my hair,a sprinkling of grey all over my head,I don’t particularly mind as I figured I would most likely go grey as quickly as my mum, then this day, my locks were particularly untidy,so I tried to put it in place as best as I could before going out,I stared in the mirror and I found two strands of grey right in front of my hairline😨I pulled them out quickly and patted my hair in place. Then a week later, I found that they had grown right back and this time,there were 2 other strands,😱Making four, Morogo!I am getting old!Then I had my stylist come over to relock my new growth,and my stylist quips “antie,white hair come plenty for your head well well o” For days and weeks,I obsessed about it,I would check and check and pull out any intruding grey😑
Then, Mike was talking to me one day and I said to him,Is that a strand of grey I see?He was ecstatic, you see Mike has always wanted grey hair,on his head and his beard too,he believes grey haired men look more distinguished.He looks out for grey daily,while my grey strands are springing up daily. But you see,this,is the irony of life. Sometimes,we are so focused on the perceived problems in our lives that we forget about the many blessings we have in our lives.I was focused on the few grey strands in my hair,few grey in the midst of a sea of black,for weeks,I became so obsessed with the grey in my hair that I didn’t even remember it was just a few strands,I plucked every strand I found and the more I plucked them out,the more they increased,till one day,I finally asked myself, why am I so bothered by these grey strands?I could not find any reason and it is not like I am afraid of getting old,on the contrary,I look forward to ageing gracefully.So I told myself,leave them be,a few strands of grey has never killed anybody,besides,they look good even if I do say so myself.
A lot of times,the problems in our lives are like the grey in my hair,few and far between but we give a lot of ATTENTION to this problems, we worry about them,we agonize about them and this attention in turn nurtures the problem,it magnifies it and makes it larger than life, a few strands of grey then becomes larger than the sea of black until all we can see is the grey. We then become focused only on our problem,we forget the joy of living,the gift of a new day,the sound of the laughter of loved ones, the joys of friendship and above all, the love of God and the many other things that represent our sea of black.I urge you today to take your eyes off your strands of grey,focus instead on your sea of black and you will find that truly ,there is a lot to be thankful for.
Be happy!

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