It's another beautiful week and I am grateful to God for making me among the participant of this week's creative non-fiction prompt, I hope everyone is doing okay considering all stuff going on in the world right now, I hope you all are not tired and pushing limits every day.
Well, the prompt this week is one of the sad stories of my life but the one with the most important lesson I learned about life, I hope you all are ready and please don't shed a tear on my behalf, smile.
It was after I finished my Junior secondary, I was 12 years old and my Dad said he was going to take me and my elder out of the country, to come live with him in the US and we will also continue our studies. He said that he had already started processing it and that before September everything will be done. The thought of having my next birthday there was enough reason for me to fast and pray to God to help me make this come true.
After the conversation on phone that day, I felt life in me and things were finally going to get better. I promised myself not to let anything stop me, bad friend or anything is definitely not going to ruin my dream that is about to become reality in some month's time. I stopped partying because, at that time in my life, I get invited to every party in my hood, I was like the energy that makes it interesting and my mom couldn't actually stop me from going because my doorstep will be crowded with friends begging on my behalf. I had to reduce hanging out with friends to avoid troubles or complications that can affect the plan. I also turned down what could have been my first relationship and she hated me till today maybe because she asked me out and also had issues with all my friends but I didn't care because I would soon be leaving for another country. I didn't have a phone that could browse then so every time I go to the cyber cafe to check my Facebook and Gmail, I take some time to check stuff about US, the weather, schools over there, and others. My dream of studying medicine is definitely going to come through because of the academic standard over there.
That time of the year came but nothing happened, we don't get to talk to him a lot again and even my academic here wasn't going on well anymore but I didn't panic because I felt like the process might be taking more than the usual time. 3 years passed and even some of friend's children left from here to over there within a short processing time, he still kept assuring us that we still coming over there, it got to a point that I figured out myself that nothing was going to happen, I got angry at him and stopped talking to him, I don't hate him but I don't want to talk to him because every time we talk, he was always giving us that assurance, years after years till it became 11 years since I left secondary school and he still tells me to keep calm he is working on it, I definitely know he has the money and he is got the green passport already, but I'm still here.
During those years I was growing up and expecting him to come to pick us, I realize that anger is one of the precious things you have and that shouldn't just let anything bring that part out of you but you can't blame me I was a kid who wants a better life, expect the worst from people closer to you, don't have high hope in human because one thing that makes us human is to fail people, don't leave what is good for what you think is better just like the friend I lost then.
Actually, I'm still here in Nigeria and I don't hate him for that. I still pray for him, and talk to him when I can but lost faith in him making that happen, so that mission is God's and mine now to make it come through because I still want to get some education maybe become a nurse or a therapist but my country Nigeria doesn't give us time flexibility to work and school with less stress unless you are born with a silver spoon. I hope it wasn't too sad...Love you all
