Skip to main content

BIRTHDAY GIRL

It was the 23rd of September, and it was my birthday. I was happy, and at the same time I felt somehow - I felt old (yeah, rub it in Kafo!). I felt like I had passed a threshold and I could not go back. Hmm..let me try and talk like Kafo:

On the 23rd of September.....It was the 23rd year......of my existence, on earth.

On the 23rd of September.....I felt aged.......I felt old.....Not older, just OLD.

On the 23rd of September.....I felt like I had crossed into.......another threshold.

I felt like I had been walking through a tunnel.....like I had been searching for something.......a path, a key, a stronghold.

To keep me safe.....a destination, a sense of belonging, a haven of love.......a feeling of fulfillment, the safety of a commitment.

On the 23rd of September.....I searched myself, within my soul.......trying to find out if I had achieved my goals.

I scanned my memory, my heart.....to ascertain the fact that I was close.......to be sure I had reached the end and if not, to see if I was near.

What I found disappointed me.....I had not neared the end......It was just the beginning.

My life as I knew it had ended.....the sweet sixteen period....... was no more extended.

I have become an adult.....along with this fact came the reality.......of the enormity.
Of the responsibility.....that being a grown woman carries.......The varied spheres in which.

I had to sit still and make decisions.....began to haunt me.......like the mermaids that led sailors to their death, to taunt me.
No longer could I hide behind.....my finger as I have done since I turned two and twenty.......I had issues to deal with - I tell you, plenty.
As I began to struggle.....to breath amidst all the troubles.......a ray of hope pierced the fog.
I heard a voice break into my inner turmoil, saying.....LET US PRAY.

Comments

Kafo said…
Hmmmm

WELL SAID
Daydah said…
@kafo: thanks for the compliment!
disgodkidd said…
i was hoping to hear from you already.

Popular posts from this blog

EKITI KETE

What is this wahala now? Why must such a tiny state in Nigeria cause so much wahala? It is not even in the center, it is not even an original state but a cut out of another. I really dont understand why every newspaper feels they must print something about Ekiti on the front page every single day. And this has been the case since it was created. The latest sensation is the election rerun that even our busy President had to take time to go and see. I mean, you would think with all the monitoring eyes, everything would run smoothly but no, another twist in the saga has been announced.
The outside world thinks we should be ashamed of ourselves. I a just praying that it does not get bloody, and that Ekiti will stop trying to keep attention all the time.

Am not dissing Ekiti o[that was for Vicky who will soon be my husband, so he'll not quote me after the wedding - he's from Ekiti :D]. Am just saying they should behave themselves.

Hey Mum

Hey mum,
I just wanted to thank you.
I thank you for deciding to get married - some women didn't see the need.
I thank you for deciding to have kids - some women didn't want to mess up their figures.
I thank you for going through discomfort all through the pregnancy.
For going through all the pain.
I will be forever grateful to you for allowing God to use you to bring me to this world.
But that's not all.
You didn't give me away - some women did that to their kids.
So I thank you for putting your needs, your wants, your career aside, to raise me.
I thank you for taking the time to teach me the Lord's way.
I thank you for loving me with all my faults.
I thank you for ensuring that I had the best you could afford.
You are a mother, and blessed are you amongst all women.
I LOVE YOU

Plans List?Carried out or not?

Have you ever planned the next year of your life and then after a few months, realized that nothing went according to plan? Well it happened to me. Back in October, I knew where I wanted to be in a year's time: I was going to be married, with my husband and I studying in a foreign country for masters degrees. We had applied and then things began to happen.
First my Dad felt I was rushing to get married (Never mind that he'd insisted when I was 17 that by the time I reach my age, I should have given him 2 grandkids for him to spoil). Then my acclaimed alma mater university refused to send my transcripts to the schools I had applied to. As if that was not enough, I had not taken my TEOFL exam which was required to apply.

Its now June. I lost the admissions because my transcripts never arrived even though my university claims they have sent it. My father has finally agreed to let me get married BUT at his own convenient time, and his own way (he has just declared he doesnt want us …