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 It is not Armageddon.

I heard a loud knock on the door, and I was like, " Who is knocking in the middle of the night. I was so tired coming back late after work yesterday that I crashed on the bed without knowing when I fell asleep. I was about to turn to my right-hand side to continue my sweet sleep when I heard the knock again.

“ Omo na waoo,” I grumbled, then looked at the time; it was 3 am. The time sent a sense of urgency to my spine, and I yawned slowly and stood up sluggishly, walking silently and tiptoeing to the entrance of the door.

“ Who is that?” I said, holding my Cutlass which I left at the corner of the door's entrance with my left hand while standing behind the door, resting on it as if something from outside wanted to push the door to the ground.

But the silence was still there, so I opened the door carefully, and this very cold breeze gushed in from outside. Nobody was there so I looked around and later found a letter dropped on the foot mat.

“ From you,” the latter stated, and the handwriting looked familiar. It was much like my own; it is slant in nature, like italic, and written in calligraphic design. I quickly picked it up and looked left and right to confirm nobody was watching and withdrew my head back inside and shut the door.

The latter was in a white envelope, almost transparent as I looked at it carefully, turning it front and back. I lay my hand on it and slice it open walking back and sitting on the bed quickly. As I unfolded it, it was vivid that the handwriting was mine, but neatly written and looked well-mastered.

“Dear me” was stated as the salutation, so I flipped my eyes to the address, and I saw the date was dated 2026. I was scared to the teeth because it was just 2010, and in the present year, I dropped the letter on the floor in fear.

I was like, “How come my future self has written me a letter?” I uttered.

“Is it possible to come from the future and drop a message for the past?” I reckoned and picked it back, switched on the bulb, and tried to convey the message.

I opened my eyes widely to make sure I never skipped any unread letters because it was just like a ghost dropped it and the message must be vital.

It stated;

“ Hello, I am very glad to have sent you this letter. How are you and your survival tactics? I know you made it, and I wouldn't do anything more than thank you for being you, because if you hadn't been strong, I would not have been able to write for you today.

Do you believe that you now have hundreds of millions of followers all over the world who were positively influenced by your struggles and your never-say-die, resilient nature?

Everything about you has changed in the future, from being an intermediate speaker to a proficient one and from being naive to being sophisticated.

You wouldn't believe that you are one of the most famous people in your area, a celebrity to crown it all.

The only thing that never changed is your genuine laughter and your kind nature even though the war tried to take it away from you.

It isn't an easy task, and if I told you it was, then it is a lie. You will face Armageddon, waging war against yourself that will make you a free man, but till then, you have to keep pushing.

Do not forget, the change in your life was influenced by the people you meet on your way up. Most will come and go, some will teach you lessons, a few will encourage and celebrate you and a few will step on you.

You will ram heads with people you know, and once you don't, due to the authentic truth you took to.

Looking rough and tough right? But don't forget it all builds you to your highest self.

On your way to the future, many significances will test your resilient attitude from family, friends, and lovers, but do not let that way you down, it is this altogether that made you a star, and you should be grateful for that till death and for the highest power that protects you from crashing when you fall, and raises you when it matters most.

What I will end with is that the race you ran, the route you followed, and the decision you made make it possible for me to be a man who knew he was enough, knew himself well enough to be aware of his environment, and become one of the most respected in his lineage.

Do not forget this statement, “ what you are fit to do, you deal with”. Keep your eyes upfront always.

Yours sincerely,
Your highest self”

After reading the letter, I was stuck between excitement and doubt then all of a sudden,

“Cock-a-doodle-doo,” broke the silence as I heard a loud noise coming from the window, and I looked at the wall clock; it was five o'clock. I jumped up quickly. I had to get set for work; the series of services was very early before going to the kiosk at eight o'clock. I have two deliveries to be dropped and time is not waiting. I folded the letter and placed it in the middle of a textbook beside my bed.

I said to myself “Consistency is tantamount till the final destination which is the highest self and after that, continuity is also important”

I was very grateful for the heartfelt message sent from the future self, for the journey is not Armageddon but a built-up stage to the finest.