What do I feel or how many battles must I
have to win to be called a champion? It
looks like a term only affiliated with the high
and mighty individuals or relevant Olympians
and sports men. Listen, You can be one,
just read on.

Champions are made, not born. They are
those that refuse to be marred, emerging
through the mud. They fall many times but
refuse to remain fallen.

Champions see life as a battle arena with no
hiding corner, a pressure cooker and not just
a pleasure cooler. He lives as a predator to
avoid becoming a prey to the woes of life.
This is what makes champions, not
necessarily for how much they have but who
they are.

A champion is not an animal, though they
think like lions, strike like a python, stand
hard as iron in the quest of opposing
opposition and are sure to pull through.

A champion sees every obstacle as a
launching pad to a glorious crown, Oh how
they love to move against the tides, Indeed
only the weak can be satisfied with what is
cheap. Champions do not glory in the
victories of yester years, but focuses on the
victory that lies ahead.

Preparation is never preached to champions;
for battles and fights forms their occupation,
they keep pressing and pushing. A champion
will never give up.

A champion remains deaf to defeat, blind to
retreat and envisages a glorious feat no
matter the depth of the pit.

Just as lions will never consider grass as
meal due to the economic woes of the
jungle, a champion will never be-little
himself, cringing in fear due to the fiery fierce
pressures from folks. They do not mind to
stand alone to remain right.

Champions are masters of their art, they aim
for the stars, the scars notwithstanding.
They live life with urgency, fully prepared for
all necessities, even when it takes them
unaware.

Champions don’t live by chance but charge
and chant their way to the top, marching
and matching their words with actions. One
that practices what they believe.

Champions leave the stage of life with their
echoes still ringing, a legacy for all to see, a
darling of the city, an emblem to be
cherished.

Champions die empty, releasing all they
have; they leave no room for pity but exit
leaving an insignia, an imprint on the turgid
flesh of life for all to see – “I made it”.

There are rivers to cross, lands and cities to
conquer, new worlds to discover, and
selfishness to shatter. However, this will
only be decrypted by the minds of
champions, combatants and not charlatans
working undercover or those that care less.

Rediscover your passion, stay aware, keep
those engines fired, this is your making, and
you’ll surely go higher for there is a
champion in you. Yes, regardless of what life
throws at you, trust me, YOU ARE A
CHAMPION.


Go and be one!

Love…


http://www.sameog.com/champions-creed/

Hmm. Nice one, makes one jump into action