It is very common for young people to envision themselves achieving a certain level of greatness in their early twenties.
My case was not different, while I was in high school, I was full of hope. I was so optimistic. I believed before I hit 22, I should have certain assets and be established to a certain extent.
That positivity submerged my entire being and I was already seeing myself as a rich man even though I was years behind that dream as at then.
Mr Moses, my Agricultural Science teacher seems to be another agent of motivation. Unless it escapes his mind, he always concludes his lesson by saying, "if you are committed to your studies, you will achieve whatever you plan."
That kind of motivation settles in my heart that I am going to be a big guy before or at 22 because I was one of the best students in my class. Every day I imagined the kind of apartment I would have and also the kind of cars I would drive.
Everything about me was future-centered. I was seeing a bright future at an early age. I mean, if people like Wizkid, Davido, (popular artists in my country) could own houses and cars at a tender age, then I can do even more.
I was one of the best students in my class, and the reason wasn't for anything other than to have so much money, own cars, and have a wife and a kid in my early twenties.
One fateful morning, I was seated on a bench under a mango tree behind the school hall with a cold bottle of kunu (a local juice) and bun satisfying my hunger during the break hour when I saw Dav, my Friend coming my direction with a grin on his face.
"How Far Emmy," he asked as we shook hands.
"I am fine, how do you do?" I replied.
"I am fine as well, I see you are enjoying yourself out here alone," he responded as he sat.
"Not at all, I just wanted to be alone here for today. If you don't mind, you can join me." I extended my hands in his direction, handling the kunu and bun to him.
"No, no, no," he replied, raising his hands, "I am okay man, ride on."
"Okay," I replied and took a sip and then a bite of the buns.
Uhhm, "So, what are you doing here all by yourself, smiling profusely?" Dav inquired.
It was just the right question and at the right time. I looked at Dav and smiled, after taking another sip of the juice.
We were in our second year in senior secondary school. Dav should be around 17 years while I was 15 years.
I was quiet for a moment, lost in my thoughts, searching for where to start.
I turned to my right and faced him, "have you ever wondered how it will feel to own cars, have a very nice job and a house in your early twenties?" I asked.
Dav bent his neck a little and gave me a side look with his eyes open widely. I am sure he never saw that question coming. "Oh, boy! It's going to be great!"
"At twenty 22, I will have my first car. It's going to be black, and it's doors will not be the pull or push-to-open type, I would love a door like that of a Ferrari. I will not be a reckless driver. No matter how late I am, I will always respect the rules of driving.
My house would be a two-story building, I'll have my swimming pool made of glass at the top and my room as well. The upper part of the house would all be glasses but only people from within can see what's happening on the outside. I will be able to see the entire city sitting on the top of my apartment," I replied.
"Woah!" Dav exclaimed, opening his mouth and eyes wide in awe. "Well, for me I plan to have many houses before twenty and own cars too but I don't really know what model, maybe until then."
Hehehe, I chuckled, "you need to know the model of your cars from now on, life is all about planning. The future is bright Dav, I am certain," I replied to him.
Dav shocked his head and patted me laughing, "until then bro, until then" he replied.
It wasn't long after we finished conversing that the bell rang for break over. We left the place to the classroom. I was so happy that i shared what was on my mind with a friend.
