That’s my name. That’s the name I knew as mine from cradle days – (although I never had one, the mattress was just fine). Then there was this day I was in the kitchen, there was no cooking going on, I must have been 8 or 9 yrs old, sitting there with a magazine which had stolen my attention, soon I heard a call from the sitting room – ‘Supreme!’
It was my dad.
Truth is, I didn’t know what I heard the first time I heard it, I thought I heard ‘Jubril’ or something else, I didn’t care. It wasn’t my concern.
He could have been shouting at some kid outside the window for all I cared.
Then I heard it again but I continued what I was doing.
You see, while growing up, minding my business was my paramount business and I thought I was doing just that till I heard – ‘Nduka!’
With that same tone – not one of trouble or anger – but that loud military commanding voice that gave you no room to make an excuse of being deaf to a call.
I answered, ‘Yes daddy’, got up and walked towards him, and that was the day I learnt that my name was and is ‘SUPREME‘. Of course, he laughed at me and showed me what he had called me for.
Many are like my 8 or 9yr old self, familiar with only one face of themselves, happy and satisfied with it, glad to remain hiding under the umbrella of a farce that man cannot multitask, afraid of becoming a jack of all trades and master of none.
Better to be a jack of two or three trades and master of 1 or 2 or even 3 of them, but why should you short change yourself from doing more, being more and achieving more?
Be versatile and let your sin be that you tried. For in the journey to self-knowledge and realization you must take the risk. That unfamiliar call you hear, check, it may just be you… Your hidden name, your unexplored identity.
A good name is good but try two and you’ll see that’s better.
I am Nduka and I am Supreme, not just either, I am both and even more.
Know yourself, Learn your abilities, Live.