Dear family, if you are reading this, it means I am already many miles away from you all. I have decided to follow my dreams as well as surround myself with the people that believe in me. I hope my departure won't disrupt your perfect plans.
I am on my way to America, the free man's land to make a name for myself.
To you dad, you have given me everything a father could ever give a child. You have worked your whole life to build an empire of successful children. I appreciate you for that. But dad, there is one thing you failed to give me: 'Freedom of choice' because you took away my freedom, you failed to see the things I loved so much, you gave a blind eye to my tears and a deaf ear to my feelings. You have always taught me to say the truth and it hurts me to say this but I leave today with anger, bitterness, and somehow hatred against you in my heart. I pray this journey and the experiences I will go through ahead will wipe all these seeds of the devils as you used to call it away from my heart, or maybe I will discover that I am all wrong and just being rebellious, but time will tell. I pray you give our little Jessy this freedom. He is a great kid with so much to give to the world that lack of freedom will be a hindrance.
To my lovely mother, your facial expression on that fateful day when I was put on a hot seat and given the floor to decide between doing what I love and what I don't love breaks my heart. It was one of the reasons why I had to let go of my dreams at that moment. Until I met the right people, that same facial expression became my driving force. You have always encouraged me to do what I loved. Even though you didn't want dad to see that you were encouraging me, because you never wanted it to be like you were telling me to do the wrong thing. Your small gestures, such as keeping my paintings and drawings, even the ones I did when I just learned how to hold a pencil which is all in the trunk under your bed to adding and sometimes giving me money to buy my materials even when I didn't ask but because you use to check them has proven how much you support this dream of mine and I am ready to go these extra miles to make you smile. That smile will be the one I will capture and paint for the whole world to see the wonderful woman you are. I love you, mama.
To my sister Elizabeth, You are an epitome of a successful child every parent will like to have. I pray that one day, you understand that success is not all about making it in life but being able to impact others. My sister, you can not impact people with what you don't love. Keep that in mind. Remember, the fact that you were not given an opportunity does not mean you are going to deprive others of that opportunity. You are always successful when you do what God and not a man wants you to do. It is never too late to get the good things in life.
To my dearest brother Samuel, my Model, my coach, my friend, being with you has made life seem so easy. You have taught me many things among which are determination, persistence, and faith in God. Bro, what you taught me is what has given me the strength to make this journey. I wish you all the best, and I promise that we will all see each other again. I love you.
To you my sweet baby brother, I believe one day, you will grow up and understand my decision. My prayer is for you to receive the love that will overshadow every devil's seed that wants to grow in your heart.
Dear family, I wouldn't have wished to be born into another family, you guys have equipped me with everything I will need in life. It is time I follow my path and make a name for myself.
The pen, the paper, and her words could not describe Talia's emotions. Many things she would have loved to say but she couldn't find the right words to use nor could she construct the right sentences. Everything at that moment could be described as a life-changing process.
Everything was already packed and ready for the unknown.
She was brought out of her thoughts by the buzzing of her phone. It was a message from Gray, "Meet us at the bus park at 11 pm, keep your luggage light." It read. She rolled her eyes as a little smile tried to surface on her face 'As if I don't know she said to herself. It was just Gray's plan to remind her of everything until she reached the park and stood face to face with her.
It was 10:22 pm as shown by the alarm clock on her bedside cupboard. Everyone was asleep because it was way past bedtime in the Mofor household. Her father will throw a fit if he knew she was awake and that could add to her crime list.
Picking up her well-packed box and slugging her bag pack which had everything she would need, she took a last look at the room she had spent 22 years of her life in and tears welled up in her eyes.
Everything suddenly became so overwhelming that she almost gave up. But what kept her going was her goals and the determination to achieve them. Even in a state like this one where she lacked emotional control, she was determined.
Sneaking out of the compound was so easy to be true, well it was because of the light party thrown by her father in favor of her daughter who won one of the toughest cases in court. Talia could not understand how someone could be so good at something they do not like. Nothing could convince her that sis Liza loved being a lawyer, her numerous phone calls were proof of that. Anyways, everything at the moment was working in her favor.
Finally seated in a taxi, Talia could not explain her feelings. It was that of relief, fear, joy, and above all determination.
"Oh thank God you are here!" Talia was once again brought out of her thoughts as her friend opened the door for her to come out. Though the park was noisy, she could hear Gray's voice. Sorry, it was not annoying but kind of soothing.
After taking her things out of the trunk, they were immediately loaded into the bus, and together with her best friend and newfound companions, they entered the bus and took off. This was it. The new beginning, the fresh start to becoming the real Mofor Talia-Brown.
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Hello everyone, I am so sorry for the late update. This chapter is so emotional and I will like to know what you all think.Don't forget to vote and comment as you read.
Much love 💕 Aqui-Pretty.

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