For The One Person

Category: Creative Content | Tags(#): lifestyle , people , community , fellowship , inspiration , stories , sharing , mentors

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Published May 16, 2026, 9:04 a.m. by Agyemang
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I love storytelling.

The kind of people I listen to, the music I enjoy, the art I gravitate toward, are often shaped by one thing: their ability to tell a story. Not just to narrate events, but to make you feel them. To make ordinary moments carry weight.

A few years ago, when I used to write more consistently, anecdotes became one of my favorite forms of expression. Somehow, those stories built me an audience. Whether it was the humor in them or the glimpses into my life that people connected with, I honestly could not tell, but one thing was certain: people appreciated them.

And while I enjoyed the little spotlight that came with it, I sometimes found myself uncomfortable.

I would wonder if I was doing too much, sharing too much.

Twelve people would share the same experience at the same time, and the other eleven would move on quietly. Meanwhile, I would already be reaching for words, trying to turn the moment into a reflection. At some point, I had to ask myself: Why do I always feel the urge to share? What is this need to document moments and place meaning around them?

And before my newer audience misunderstands me, no, I was not sharing EVERYTHING per se. Those shared moments were more teachable in themselves than just being a random timeline/status post. 

Still, I could not shake the feeling.

That discomfort was reinforced by a friend of mine who once told me, quite plainly, that I was doing too much. This is someone very reserved and lowkey, much like myself. Full of life and pleasant once you get to know them, again, much like me. The only difference was that I happened to be slightly more expressive in writing.

I did not entirely agree with them at the time, but their words stayed with me.

Side note: This should have been a straightforward lesson, but look at me telling a whole story first. I guess you really are who you are.

There is this lecturer I follow on Facebook, Dr. Anthony Baidoo. And this man can tell a story.

One thing I have noticed about some of the people I consider storytelling “mentors” is that they name-drop people and situations to ground their stories, to make them feel real and lived in. I think I am beginning to understand why.

Anyway, Dr. Baidoo shares a lot. Sometimes I read his posts and think, "Dr., this one should have stayed lowkey". But perhaps that is the thing about perspective. We all think certain things are “too much” until life requires us to carry them ourselves.

A few days ago, he shared a story about his PhD journey. He spoke about moments of inadequacy, days he questioned whether he belonged there, whether he should have even started the program, or started it in that country at all. He spoke about doubt openly and honestly.

But somewhere in the reflection, he reminded his audience that while such feelings are normal, Christians must remember that we can do all things through Christ, who strengthens us. (See link 1 below)

What stood out even more was that he eventually completed his PhD in record time.

A few days later, he shared a message from someone who had read the post. The person thanked him for being honest. For speaking about weakness. For expressing frailty. They explained that his words met them exactly where they were. (See link 2 below)

And that stayed with me.

Because in that moment, his vulnerability became someone else’s encouragement.

The honesty he may have considered “too much” became the very thing another person needed to survive their own moment.

That experience returned to me recently when I found myself hesitating before sharing something personal. Again, the familiar thought surfaced: Maybe this is too much.

But then I remembered something Dr. Baidoo indirectly taught me.

Sometimes what we share is not for everyone. Sometimes it is for one person, in one moment.

It may feel like oversharing. It may feel uncomfortable. It may feel like exposing too much of yourself to people who may never fully understand your context. But every now and then, your honesty reaches someone you may never meet, in ways you could never have planned.

And maybe that is reason enough.

I do not know how long I will continue writing, though I hope it is something I keep nurturing for a long time. But for as long as I can, I will write, and I will share.

Because sometimes, among the hundred people scrolling past, there is one person who needed to see, read, or hear exactly what you shared. 

Reference Links

1. DON’T GET IT TWISTED; WE ARE ALL VULNERABLE AND SOMETIMES FEEL LIKE GIVING UP

2. The Testimonial

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