By Chioma Rosemary Onyekaba

Greatness doesn’t always begin in boardrooms or mansions. More often, it begins in small rooms with ceilings too low for the weight of our ambitions, and walls too narrow to contain the stretch of our vision.

Within those quiet, humble spaces, dreams are are born. Hope sits on broken chairs, plans are scribbled on scraps of paper, and faith breathes life into what the eyes cannot yet see. The world outside may not notice, but inside those four walls, greatness is rehearsing its first lines.

And then, one day, those dreams outgrow the room. They burst into nations, into generations, into history. Wise people will ask, “Where did it all begin?” Regular people will only see the results of the big dreams and never sit to ponder on how it all began.

The answer will be simple: “in a small room, where a big dreamer refused to shrink just to fit the space.” Because it has never been about the size of the room and has always been about the size of the dreamer within it.

Chioma Rosemary Onyekaba

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