When Worlds Collided And Stories Came Alive.

Starting this year, it never came along with anything grand, luxurious or so much fun, it felt normal/casual. What I know stood out was the fact that I am now spending less on drugs, and recovering, and for that, I am grateful and happy, there's nothing more fun and freeing than knowing you are doing greatly well healthwise. So, I would be channeling this back to hive, as it contributes so much to my healing.

While still battling this illness, and even after, I am alway stuck in bed more often than not. Of a truth, my body was doing it's best to heal, but my mind wasn't, and hive came around and became my escape. I write so well, there was a time before I get sick that I do write stories, but when Illness came, I lost interest, maybe cause I thought I wouldn't make it .

I did make it, but even then, it wasn't same anymore I got introduced here, and I began seeing myself again, I write about things I have never even shared with people, it feels so comfortable being on this platform, I write my deep personal stories, write about my work, write about the anonymous stuff I run on my WhatsApp that has helped countless people and all, writing became my therapy and I found peace in it.

I was on hive reading, surfing, and all, then I saw a strange notification, more of a new feature and it reads..

Check Out This New Feature:Come All And Explore Your Blog Like Never Before.

I was curious, so I clicked it, I can't reall say what it was I was expecting....maybe something fanc.. out of curiosity I tapped on it, and guess whatt, my phone showed white, then it turned black, then it went to being colorful, before I could know what was happening my room vanished and I suddenly landed on something so soft, I opened my eyes slowly and found myself in a forest made entirely of books, the leaves, trees and all I know of were all made of books and writing materials.

I looked up after hearing some sounds and I saw birds flying so high in the sky, they were sll dropping different things, one actually dropped a chinchin pack on my head, I love chinchin a lot, and that's what I often eat while writing, another dropped a paper, I opened it and it shows an arrow directing me somewhere, I walked to the direction while stepping gently on the opened books, I got there and heard music, wow, this is just what I need to start writing.. Chinchin in hand and music in the background, thats all.

I moved closer and saw a sign that read.... *Welcome to post #020: A memory Of....

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All what I could mutter was....what, I was literally inside my own blog post.

I moved forward and found myself in a place filled with posts as well, the sign reads...All About Charity Work, I wanted to go in but this particular big book wouldn't allow me, it opened itself to a page that reads Kindness And Good Deeds Are The Only Currency To Get In.....money was useless, I don't even have any....

Well, the book opened and I saw again, I could allowed to be scan, if it shows I have ever posted or done anything kind, good or charity related, then I would be allowed entry, but If not, I would get deductions from my other postings related to some other stuffs entirely.... My thought was what....are you joking right now, I even laughed, it sounds funny...well I didn't need to give it much thought, I agreed and it scanned me, the book like scanner showed green, while revealing certain post of mine in the guarded room......

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The book closed and flapped its pages to make a loud clap for me, it applaud me for having a good heart and that moment every other books rose up to give a standing ovation, I was really happy and felt emotional, almost crying...if this was a dream, then I better not wake up.

Well, I went through all of those too, but then something caught my attention, it feels like a totally different world, there and then I made up my mind I don't want to wake up if its a dream..I saw big post that reads
Light Up Nigeria, I got to know that there the power never goes off, and if it does, then you are the cause, so far one person in a family is still happy and smiling, then his house would definitely have light, I didn't really understand at first and then I realize that people power their homes themselves with laughter, the more loud and deep the laugh/smile is the more brighter their home and environment is.

Well, I never knew where this voice came from but it spoke to me...all this are built from your heart I turned to see what sort of book spoke, but then, I saw a version of me glowing and looking very happy, can we switch places I asked, but it smiled... Maybe ir was telling me to continue to have fun and make the best of my moment here.

This version of me turned and was going, while going I heard...you wrote all of this, every story, every imagination, every fiction and nonfiction, every act of kindness, all of these and more were done by you, it is seen, and it's great how you've helped turn pain and chaos into power and creativities, I was just trying to survive, I responded, it glanced back and said...You were also trying to help, and for that.....

The most fun I’ve had this year wasn’t at a party, event, trip, or a loud program. It was me traveling into the world I built unknowingly..... one word, one story, kindness, charity, love and all at a time.

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