Mentorship

I woke up this morning laughing at how my imagination

plays out my rebellion so vividly that I am entertained by the

thoughts I myself create.lol. I sat at the edge of my bed with

one particular young lady on my mind and all I saw was her

poking me, playing in my hair, trying on my clothes,

whispering in my ear blah blah blah…I then get up an

attempt to run from her and she grabs my right ankle and

although this slows me down I still keep it moving on my left

foot dragging her along hoping she will fall off while I wiggle

my right leg gesturing her to gone somewhere. Moral of the

story: I have to rid myself of every excuse as to why I don’t

prefer to mentor young people. I am a product of an adult(s)

taking a greater interest in me outside of what they were

“responsible” for doing. I know that deep down inside I have

a junction to share my life experiences and God faithfulness

with young people while involving them in my journey of

achievement. Until then… I shook her off my ankle, kicked off

my heels, ran and hid behind a door. I am now sitting behind

the door murmuring: “Lord I spent my whole life rearing

children, aint nobody got time for that”, “I promise ill become

a mentor just give me about 10 years to do my own thang”. I

aint even gone tell yall what He said but im sure your guess is

correct. #i really do love the kids, just on my own terms.lol.