See below.
However, the story of that fun ride would have led to an emotional reality that even I cannot yet put in words. Then, I saw the third prompt and became amused. That kind of mischievous and guilty and you-have-been-caught amusement. I found myself consciously confess that I can explain.
Why have you not achieved what you originally set out to achieve in life? Explain."
Like any guilt-tripped person would say, it's a long story. I like to believe, and whole heartedly too, that I'm on my way. I may not be able to speak to how much further I have to go, and I may not be able to quantify the distance I have to cover as against the distance I have covered but, I can tell you one thing, I know damn well how far I have come and what it took to be where I am.
I'll spare you that bit though. You'll only be getting the interesting excuses I tell myself is the reason why I haven't gotten to the final destination just yet.
Let's take a short break for philosophy. Is there really any original achievement that leaves the original achiever with the satisfaction that the modified achiever has indeed achieved the original goal(s) they set out to achieve? Is there ever a destination that leaves us satisfied that we have indeed arrived and can now layback and enjoy or at least, not fuss? Do you live, while achieving these set out objectives, or do you tell yourself that you will live when you get to your destination?
Phew! Deep! Okay.
Aaand we're back from the short break.
I have just moved countries, albeit temporarily. If you read me, as shamefully inconsistent as I've been, you'd know that I'm a lawyer and I'm big on justice advocacy. Uh, now that I think of it, it may not be glaring that I'm a justice advocate but you can infer by how passionately I speak of certain ills in a couple of posts. Pardon me, I'll expose myself more in the future. ;)
So yes, I moved countries. I purposefully chose Scotland as an alternative to Norway, the Netherlands or Germany. I said to myself, 'if you do not end up in any of your first choices, then it must be Scotland, far away from London, and relatively quiet.'
BTW, the former choices were strictly based off of the stellar and worthy-of-emulating-to-a-large-extent criminal justice systems in those countries.
I uh... well, how do I say this without sounding somewhat ridiculous, I am pursuing a master's degree in criminal justice and human rights law because I need a higher degree from a land that is not my own. Did I succeed? Anyway, we all sound ridiculous sometimes, who cares? Especially after more light is thrown, nobody really cares. Keep reading to find more light.
Nigeria, the trending Nigeria, is a very ridiculous place with a ridiculous, and unfortunately really shallow set of people at the helm of many affairs of the state. My work, my "originally set" goal, is tied to the affairs of the state in all ramifications. Relax, I'll eventually mention what is is, I'm not hesitating. These guys at the helm of affairs pander to foreigners; Westerners, Europeans, anywhere but home. See? Ridiculous and shallow. They believe that a foreign degree is superior to locally obtained degrees. I mean, who can blame them? I quite comfortably can because it's their fault, but that's not my point. Who can blame them when our educational system is so rotten, we barely have up to 10 globally standardized universities in the entire nation. I just said ten for effect, I can't even think of one but if I did some research, maybe I'll find two.
Anyhoo, my foremost objective in life is to give back wrongfully denied freedoms. Wrongly incarcerated persons, wrongly convicted persons, these guys have my entire being. Not all over the world guys. I'm not trying to change the world here. :| The small but large focus group is Nigeria. Our prisons are the worst and many academics would look in our prisons and say that even the worst criminals do not deserve to be in those places. Now, imagine that innocent men and women are there, in their thousands, more than the actual convicts. You may not even have to imagine it, google.
To fight this dirty fight ― because in my country, it would not be the familiar clean fights obtainable in other nations, especially the developed ones, it would be dirty battles here and there and everywhere ― I must be fully armed. I must not be found wanting. At least not significantly, since one can never fully be ready for anything. I must have the right ammunition; physical, intellectual, financial, and even sentimental. Of course, intellectual ammunition includes emotional and psychological prowess.
I know the most important thing is that I'm on my way. I'm not sleeping, I'm fully awake and in pursuit. Well, sometimes half-awake because bruh...
If I die trying, then so be it, but I'd very much rather die fighting.
That's it! ...enough excuse to have not gotten there yet? Or should I have gone in without much else, hoping to win because the universe would be on my side? Pray tell.
Thanks a lot for stopping by and reading all that 'long story.'
Until next time. xoxo.
PS: I know you're wondering because I am. So in case you were wondering, :>) I would definitely be honoured by any IV from Mr. Galen 'cause I know for a certain that it would be a learning and reprimanding experience. I get the vibe that he's strict but in a way that tells you he cares. :-D
Cheers!
