Growing up, I used to be the brilliant type, someone who catches up easily with things.

I never made use of note pads nor jotted.

Academically, I was equally exceptional, easily grabbed and understood things, I paid attention even to the tiniest.

Growing older, I began to notice strange things, quite unusual for me.

At first, I noticed I had started skipping a few things, planning to do something and end up not getting it done, simply because I forget. Initially, I didn’t take it seriously, I thought maybe my busy schedules caused that, after all anybody can equally forget something.

Surprisingly, I didn’t know it had become serious, until my colleagues at work started teasing me with it. Some would say, “Please, don’t forget it oo”, others would say, “Don’t worry, I will keep reminding you”.

I was not the type that made use of note pads nor a to- do list, but life happened ‍, so with the recent development of forgetting things so easily, I had to start making use of a to do list, so as to to be able to get on all my daily tasks without skipping any.

I equally started making use of diaries and note pads to jot down important things, to be able to remember them.

One could have easily thought that my being forgetful was only work-related, but No! It was beyond that! I could literally walk into the room to pick something, and end up forgetting what I went in to do, lol…

In fact, I was convinced it was out of hand,when people needed to remind me of my earlier conversations with them, before I could recall the conversations. In some cases, it appeared as though that conversation never took place, but in reality, it actually did.

Imagine that type of embarrassment, where you argue that a particular person did not mention a particular thing to you, only for him to prove you wrong by playing the recorded conversation to you, and you hear yourself contributing on the said subject matter.

How embarrassing could it be?

The irony of it all, I wasn’t even old yet, barely 45years and this is happening already, when I get to 60’s and 70’s what would I become?

This question triggered my search for a solution, and luckily I got hold of something that I could proudly say that has been helpful to me.

How did I get to find a solution?

Well, that’d be a story for another day.

To be able to tell my story after all these while, is a thing of joy for me, and to think it happened so fast, is yet another jaw breaking testimony.

“How did you do it?”

“Were you forming “forgetful” all those while?” are the questions people have continued to ask.

 Well, does it really matter? all that matters is that, yes! I’m relatively okay now, and yes! The congratulations can come in now.

By the way, if this is how miracle comes, then I received my own miracle through this, and would be proud to preach it to anyone
who cares to listen.