Dream what you want to dream, go where you want to go, be what you want to be. Because you only have one life and one chance to do all the things you want to do.
Hello friend :D
Phew!!! It's been like forever right? I really need to find other tangible or good enough reasons other than "I've been busy"..... A friend of mine who was upset by my long hiatus felt nothing should encroach on my blogging periods or "this beautiful thing you have gong on", according to him, not even work. Actually, he suggested that I face writing squarely and permanently. And you know what that means.
Though he hesitated when I asked if he'd pay the monthly internet access that I need.., he still raised a good-ponderable point which got me into thinking, thoughts that took me down memory lane.... I feel these thoughts were necessary because I can't know where I 'm or should be going if I don't quite understand how my journey began.
The truth is I never quite grasped my writing skills till most recently. I strongly believe it's a God-given talent that had long existed untapped mostly because it was unbecoming, considering reading wasn't exactly my idea of relaxing, plus I couldn't mute my then lecturer's voice inside my head saying "you must be a voracious reader to be able to write". For this fact, I never really imagined I could artistically pen words together into a piece. However, I must say I'm much better because of my recent improved reading skills.
People attribute my fated course of study in the university as a deliberate sequel to this skill, which they're so sure had always been discovered. The truth is that I settled for Mass Communication because Law wasn't forthcoming as I desired, an outcome I grew to be grateful to God for till forever. The submission to my course of study at that time wasn't born out of any inspiration.
As a student, I'd say I received a good orientation from a sister who always nagged me about the importance of graduating magna cum laude as that will give me enormous edge over the rest in the labour market, a notion that didn't turn out as anticipated. LOL!!! Anyway, that's a story for another day. Plus some strict lecturers who would rather we spent our spare times in the library rather than the parties. Because these people played important roles in my life, their admonitions greatly influenced me, positively. Well, no thanks to them for converting me into a book zombie who knew little about beauty pageants /cultural events or any social activities ever organized in my four years in the university. I was indisputably boring. Not that I'm proud of it or ashamed..... Their orientation only birthed a studious student whose only aim was to make a 2.1 and land a good job as a result, though I wasn't sure what it was I wanted to do.
So, I made plenty of As (even in almighty Critical Writing and Reviews, one of the most challenging exams I ever had to write.) and Bs, few Cs, one D, one E, one F (a moment for some reasons I and my friends found hilarious) and comfortably graduated with a second class, upper division. In between these feat runs, I still hadn't noticed this talent, even though I had an internal resolution that broadcasting was off the chart. However, others did, but I doubted them.
I joined a leadership Institute (still as an undergraduate) aimed at empowering young women to tap and achieve their highest potentials. The lovely women there believed in me, even though I sucked at public speech presentations, because once friendly eyeballs I had grown used to during the course of the training suddenly became like bullets that seemed like they'd pop out of their sockets and make their ways right into my heart. My microphone and camera phobia is understandable after all. Through them, I met notable and successful Nigerian women, interviewed them and compiled beautiful stories about them, stories that made the organizers recommend a career in Journalism.
I have since embarked on this writing journey, the peak of it so far being this blog, an achievement that I'm currently most proud of. It's not been easy. Sometimes, I lack the motivation to go on, other times, I'm just too lazy to boot my laptop. Regardless, I'm grateful that I've become better over time. I believe there's still plenty of room for improvement, which is why I think my blunt friend (hi ND) wasn't outrageous in his suggestion that I become a full time blogger/writer. Practice makes Chimamanda Adichie. :D
I may not heed his advice (because I'm too chicken to take such a brave step), but I'll definitely strive to be more consistent with my posts even if it means staying up till 2am....
And as for you, hold on to that dream....
Kisses, Hugs, Dream on!!!
