Chapter 2

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Ace living life. That's the second thing in "my plan". So far I can say I'm doing a decent job, not too good and not entirely bad just there. Like I said I don't plan anything. My life is as disoriented as it gets. I considered myself a go-with-the-flow type of person and so in SS 2 I didn't have a potential career. It was kind of expected but apparently I couldn't go with the flow and find myself wearing expensive suit pants and chiffon, earning tons of money. At least my brain put it that way. Finally I settled on Journalism. I mean I could draw and I liked fashion but my parents wouldn't be very thrilled to hear I-their only daughter and last child who they had high expectations of-wanted to design clothes for a living. They weren't old fashioned though, they were just logical and very realistic. It could maybe just work out, my Dad said. But let's be realistic in Nigeria fa, this same Nigeria, fashion designing ke? He added. OK let's do this you'll go to a fashion school, maybe you can do it part time while attending a University but getting a degree would be your priority. And so we agreed. That night my both parents, my three elder brothers and I wondered and pondered on what I could possibly study in Uni. I remember Sol short for Solomon the brother before me announcing that he got it while my Dad was driving me to school. He had graduated the year before but he carpooled with us so he could attend his programming lessons, he was on a semester break. I could be a journalist. He said I was very "talk-y" exactly as he put it, that talking was something I did a lot and enjoyed. Dare said I had a good tongue, I pronounced my words nicely and hardly made any grammatical errors. I laughed. Dare was the quiet observant one. He noticed the little things. I don't remember why he was in the car that day. Mommy said I would look pretty and elegant on tv. Her car was at the mechanic so she had to go with us. Dad said I was a bulb, bright and brilliant. Dare said I was open-minded and annoyingly optimistic. I laughed. Optimism can be annoying. Nathan said I was brutally honest and non-judgemental at the same time. I don't know how that works. I smiled because I was grateful for the family I had. They were always there. So it was settled I was going to go into the university to study journalism for the sake of getting a degree, a backup plan and having options. And as my Dad put it to avoid soaking Garri.

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