Storytelling
Only Time Can Tell
In the wrinkle of time, there lies a forgotten story waiting to be unveiled. Olaudah Equiano, born in Southern Nigeria, faced the harsh reality of being captured by slave traders at the tender age of 11, destined for a life of Chattel slavery. Yet, in that pivotal moment, he confronted a choice—to accept his fate or forge a new path.
Equiano's journey through the depths of the Atlantic Slave Trade became the canvas for a remarkable narrative—one of wonder and resilience. Mastering reading, writing, and arithmetic by the age of 32, he defied the chains that bound him and purchased his freedom. His life unfolded as a testament to the dichotomy of existence, where one chapter portrays a person as the vanquished, and the next, as the victor.
In the face of seemingly insurmountable odds, Equiano dared to believe in the impossible—freedom in a world designed for enslavement. His self-talk became a force for change, breathing life into a future that defied the confines of his circumstances. As time unfolds, and your own story continues to be written, remember the profound truth—our destinies are shaped by the stories we tell ourselves.
Indeed, time is a mystery, and your narrative, like Equiano's, is an ongoing tale waiting to be told, a story that only time can tell.
Equiano's journey through the depths of the Atlantic Slave Trade became the canvas for a remarkable narrative—one of wonder and resilience. Mastering reading, writing, and arithmetic by the age of 32, he defied the chains that bound him and purchased his freedom. His life unfolded as a testament to the dichotomy of existence, where one chapter portrays a person as the vanquished, and the next, as the victor.
In the face of seemingly insurmountable odds, Equiano dared to believe in the impossible—freedom in a world designed for enslavement. His self-talk became a force for change, breathing life into a future that defied the confines of his circumstances. As time unfolds, and your own story continues to be written, remember the profound truth—our destinies are shaped by the stories we tell ourselves.
Indeed, time is a mystery, and your narrative, like Equiano's, is an ongoing tale waiting to be told, a story that only time can tell.