His burial was over four days ago. It seemed that his life had started and ended in the duration that it takes a lighted stick of candle in the kitchen to dissipate into caked wax.
At the cemetery, people had gathered to pour encomiums on him, everyone’s words had variations of how fleeting life was, blaming death for making such a senseless detour into the household and snatching him away.
Away from the eyes of family sympathisers, Abigail sat in the room she had shared with her hubby. It was noon, but the grief she felt drew curtains of darkness over the piercing rays of sunlight that streaked through the curtains.
It was not so much about another’s day misery imposed by his absence as it was about what she had discovered amongst his belongings. For the 21 years they were married, bearing three children in between them, she didn’t know he had kept a journal.
Leafing rapidly through the journal, found in one of leather briefcases during her search of her Uche’s belongings a few days after his demise, she kept it for a better time when she’d take her time to read the contents.
The journal housed his dreams. It was striking, lending credence to the grandiosity of his dreams to warrant warehousing them within it. She sniffed the edges, the smell of exotic leather filling her nostrils with a surprising calmness, her eyelids closing slightly as if to create a vision of him buying it in a store. He must have bought it during one of his visits to Israel.
Uche had dreams. He listed them as goals. He wanted to build a house. He wanted to write books. He wanted to support missionary work. He wanted to enlist with the girl-child movement to nip vices against women. He wanted to enrol into a course and get his certification to practice as a mind therapist.
He had them all listed down. Meticulously, like a nun mopping the floor in a convent.
But what happened to all the dreams he had spelt out so finely in print? Why did they stay quartered within the journal, none seen tangibly? He was quite successful as an engineer, working so hard to keep his family on the lane of pleasure, but she was sure he had ferried many unwritten noble dreams with him to the dead.
Have you ever wanted to do stuff, yet you feel some invisible forces holding your hands in a clutch, pushing your feet into the paths of inertia all the time?
Have you started out a project, dumped it, picked it up, dumped, picked it up, and …. oscillatory motions that never end?
Have you wanted to do something remarkable – write a book, finish a course, tone down your bloating weight, kick off a training regimen, spice your spirituality, visit a place – but find yourself consistently coming up short, romanticising a bucket of reasons you feel are legitimate?
You know the word procrastination. You’ve scrolled past it in your dictionary. You’ve heard your pastor raise prayer points against its onslaught, yet you keep fluffing its pillow by your bed each passing day, giving it a nice resting place in your home.
Are you finding it hard to keep your focus?
Are you confused and dejected on how to move your life forward?
Do you want to multiply your productivity and success rate?
Fret not, it’s for you that Tomiwa Ogunremi wrote this book, GET IT DONE!
Psychologists have discovered that a habit can be learned and unlearned in 21 days. It’s not a surprise that the effects that this book will leave in its reader is hinged on a 21-day journey.
Every strategy set must start with a functional bias. Divided in three parts for ease of flow, the author kicks off with a personal story as to why he decided to pen this liberating tool for mankind. The story brings a glaring truth to your eyes – the book is a doing book. You’ll instantly feels its therapeutic hold as the words grace your eyes.
The first part of the book presents the author as a medical doctor who needs to burrow into the history of the patient before knowing what diagnosis to arrive at. Most often than not, our future lies in exhuming the past and giving it a proper burial. It’s a reality check you must go through. I reiterate : you must go through that check if the journey must be meaningful. I must warn that the journey to self is a painful one. Scarier is what we find lurking in the dark corners of our soul and past. However, to succeed is to slice the darkness till light springs forth in its fullness.
The second part, as is expected, zeroes in on the findings in the first path. Is it not natural that when you find what has caused tooth decay, you begin the process of filling or pulling it out to overcome the pain? That’s what the second part of the book does exactly – dealing with the reasons. Looking at those reasons, goosebumps as ugly as them erupted all over my body. Some of them are unclear goals, nauseating distractions, fear of failure, laziness, lackadaisical disposition, complacency and the perfectionist syndrome.
Part three seems to be the sweetest part of the journey. It’s a temptation to jump to that part so you can quickly get behind the wheel and drive, but doing so without swimming in the depths that the first two parts offer is akin to seeing a mountain climber holding onto a rock with greasy hands. In this part is where you go into the trenches and get your hands ‘dirty.’ To deliver the goods and have your life experiencing the goodies you so desire, effort must be applied.
If there’s one way I can describe this great work, I can call it a book of pills packaged into a bottle, to be taken one pill every day. The days are chapters. The chapters are pills meant to cure you of the ailment barring you from getting up and getting things done. They are pills to catalyse you to actually get things done!
As doctors will advise, you can’t take six tablets of aspirin because you want to prepare for tomorrow’s headaches. That’s suicidal. You take the dose meant for each day. So, don’t rush this work. Take one chapter each, read it keenly, mull over it, carry out the action points, and let it work its magic into the fibres of your mental functionality.
Utilising an array of tools – stories, anecdotes, statistics, affirmations, exercises, action points, and copious examples – that can be found in therapeutic disciplines, Tomiwa delivers a blistering compendium quartered within one hundred and fifty pages of awesomeness.
By the time you arrive at the twenty-first day, you have no option than to GET IT DONE!