The tales an Old Soul told
Growing up as the last born of my family, life was easy! Never had to worry about anything or getting by because everything was provided as it should because I am the last one and everyone should have figured out what Life and Life pattern is supposed to be and be reaping the benefits of living. But it wasn’t as it was imagined and the results were not kind in anyway and the little last born kid had to grow up super-fast and put away childish ways even as a kid I was to take care of his family.
Understood easy was over by leaving University with a 3rd Class in a world that celebrated outstanding results and achievements I was never going to stand a chance. It wasn’t one of my proudest moments, not having my parents and well-wishers around to hear my name been called by the University valedictorian announcer to come collect your certificate baton on the stage.
Imagine now in the real world, a 3rd class graduate looking for employment the corporate industry, it was a disaster. Shame, confusion and fear of acceptance pushed me to be less confident, of low self-esteem and this didn't help with my shyness. I forgot to mention the realization of my degree deficiency started in the NYSC camp, when my registering officer repeated my degree and University out loud so that his colleagues and everyone within earshot range could have good look at the failure in his presence.
I realized quickly I have other gifts as employment became hard and only with them can I stand out and survive in the real world and therefore development of them was very key, having won awards in art in High School at that age I must have been creative and I sure was! That kick started my life and created opportunities for me in other to survive and provide for my family.
I have learnt that passion and hard work makes a way where talent fails and an ability to listen, think and communicate effectively last longer in the minds of everyone you come in contact with. Life never gave me a chance but I made best use what I had available and to go further there must be continuous transition.
The need of experience and cultural exchange and interaction to produce personalities to help aid communities and environment on better mediums in fostering growth and wellbeing through art and media is my next step if granted the opportunity.
This is me!
There was dead silence as a clap of hands broke the silence followed by several others until it sounded like a rush of rain in the arena as the students of ISL stood to appreciate the speech they had just heard from the keynote speaker recounted the boy to his parents about the day’s Speech & Prize Giving Day Celebration they missed.
As he slept that night, he promised himself next year will be different as his soul was renewed.
Just trying to make sense of it all.
Karios

