No Dream Too BigPenna'e Akpuru
You are never given a dream without also being given the power to make it true. ~ Richard Bach
As a 9-year-old girl growing up under the dark clouds of physical and sexual abuse, I had a vision of myself doing hair in Africa. I knew it would happen because God told me it would.
Over the years, people asked me why I thought I could do big things, like travelling halfway across the world, working with celebrities, and creating a life that allowed me to enjoy nice things and serve others at the same time. When I told them the truth—that God told me I would do these things—they’d laugh and call me crazy. It got to the point that I started to keep a lot of my dreams to myself. They were just too big for most people to handle.
More than thirty years after I dreamed of Africa, after incredible business successes and losses, drug addiction and recovery, failed marriages and the adoption of my son, I suffered a stroke.
Lying in the hospital, I had another vision of myself in Africa. Friends asked me what I would do if I didn’t fully recover and couldn’t work. But no matter what the doctors said, God said I was going to Africa to do hair. He was still calling me to it.
My love for my work, and my faith in that dream, got me out of the hospital bed and back doing hair faster than expected. Not long after, I overheard a woman talking about her foundation and the need for more women to do mission work in Africa. I jumped into her conversation and told her, “I want to go.”
Six months after suffering a serious stroke, I was in Swaziland. I went for mission work and ended up spending a day in a salon doing hair and teaching styling techniques.
No matter what happened in my life, I never let go of the “crazy” big dream I had as a little girl. I didn’t know when it would happen, but I knew it would happen eventually. God told me so, and that was enough to make me believe.