Apple co-founder Steve Jobs died in 2011 and I remember wondering back then what would happen to his beloved Apple Inc. You know what often happens to businesses and ventures when a creator or inventor dies. Six years later, Apple looks fine and Steve Jobs’ ideas didn’t die with him and that’s a good thing.

I’m yet to buy the latest iPhone and probably won’t because it would take me months if not years to be able to spend that much on a phone but I commend the brains behind Apple and the consumers keeping the company in business.

I wish I were that smart or ingenious as to invent something that millions around the world find useful and can’t live without, but I’m not and that saddens me. The likes of Steve Jobs will always be remembered and yet for ordinary people like myself, the world couldn’t care less.

When I die, the world will not stop as it did when Martin Luther King Jr, Princess Diana or Nelson Mandela died. I wish I could be remembered for something, not notoriety but something commendable.

No one will write an essay or song about me. No Movies will be made in my memory and honestly, I find that depressing. Some people are lucky enough to have met their great grandparents. I never met mine.

My Dad had pictures of his grandparents and that was all we ever saw of them. Two black and white photos in the Family Album and nothing more. He never told us that many stories about them, probably because he must have been quite young himself when they died.

We were told about where they had lived most of their lives but we never visited their ancestral home. We didn’t even know their full names, hobbies, what their lives were like or what they did for a living! Lucky for us, we did get to meet our grandparents and spent some quality time with them before they too passed away and I appreciate that more now. I wish we had spent more time with them but I cherish the memories.

My maternal grandmother attended my Graduation. I have lots of pictures of several events with her and even a Video. My paternal grandmother was a good cook and many times, she made our favorite dishes and travelled all the way from her home just so she could bring the food over.

That was love! I miss my grandparents and while we hold memorials for them every other year, the memories are starting to fade and I know a time will come when my siblings and I stop talking about them.

And then it will be my parents’ turn and then mine. Depressing isn’t it? You die and life goes on for other people.

I want to be missed, strange as that may sound. I don’t know how much time I have left but I hope the Lord will grant me some wisdom and inspiration to do or create something I will be remembered for, for years to come!