Usually I am not the sad type, except maybe when I watch a touching movie, also maybe when I see infants suffering, or maybe when I see a neighbour in need and I’m unable to help out, but on this particular day, the 31st of December 2014,10pm to be precise I was just sad for too many reasons. I had been happy all day, in fact ecstatic about the upcoming year, I hugged as many beautiful colleagues as I could after I closed from work, hopped on the bus and headed straight to church, but as soon as I stepped in, this heavy cloud of sadness overwhelmed my soul. Rushing back into my memory were the broken promises I made to self at the beginning of 2014, how I promised to become rich, successful, famous, and possibly top it all up with a beautiful wedding, maybe I’m beginning to sound a little like a sissy, lol just maybe. Anyways l, I remember making a few resolutions, some very serious ones which included owing people less, becoming a more focused person, saving more and less spendthrifting, oh I also put a car on the list, it seemed impossible but I held on to some weed level of faith. I was one of the lucky ones who got a job almost immediately after service, I completed my NYSC in September 2012 and got a job November that year. Albeit my job didn’t pay well, I didn’t care as long as it took me away from the drama at home and from the constant parental bashing. Shortly after I started working I got another job offer in lagos of all places, the offer sounded like an upgrade, like one of those weekly whatsapp updates that ended with the same old fonts and smileys, maybe just some different colors. One thing I’ve realised about myself is this, I usually end up doing the things I’ve often so much avoided or right at places I always despised, theres a short story behind this, I always told my friends that nothing, absolutely nothing could make me live in Lagos, this was tied to the horrible experience I had on my first ever visit to Lasgidi. Any ways, because I had targets and aspirations which could only be guaranteed in Lagos and a few other locations, I accepted the offer and moved to Lag in April 2013. I settled in, got an apartment and made new friends, maybe a few enemies too. Brethren I lie thee not, lagos is a hard place to live in, but if you’re smart atleast you’ll eat twice a day. All my dreams and hopes of saving went out the window soon as I arrived lagos, it was always from one debt into another, sometimes i even borrowed to pay off debts, I didn’t know how to face people who looked up to me as a friend, brother or even benefactor, I tried as much as possible to limit communication with peeps, the struggle was real. Although I was able to achieve a few of the things on my list, I enrolled for my MSC programme, made a few hopeful impacts at work and earned a little publicity in the most awkward places, I had remained hopeful until the very night of 31st December 2014, it dawned on me, the year had come to an end and I still found myself breathlessly chasing behind my dreams. While I was busy brooding over spilled milk, something spoke to me, I realised, hey! I’m still breathing, which means I can make new resolutions, try out new strategies, break new grounds, at least every mistake you make only teaches you one more way how not to do it, just like that my mood changed, I got on my feet, danced my heart out, and I ended 2014 rejoicing. One thing I learned is this, in this life, you may not always find yourself where you wanna be (unless your mama witchcraft strong weh weh), but then you can always close the gap through focus, hard work and prayer, nobody said it was going to be easy, but then nobody said it was going to be difficult either, pick yourself up, look back, look forward and soldier on. Welcome to 2015, your year of greatness. Z
The Bright Side
01 Thursday Jan 2015
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