Life is funny.
I remember being a child and hearing the classic question:
“What do you want to be when you grow up?”
We’d all shout,
“A doctor!” “A lawyer!” “An engineer!”
And our parents would smile — proud, hopeful, relieved.
“Yes,” they’d say.
“You’ll be successful.”
But deep inside, I had different dreams.
I could draw.
I could sing.
I could dance.
I could write.
I had talents that made me feel alive.
Creative fire burning in a system that only clapped for certificates.
But no one noticed. No one cared.
In Nigeria, those things are “hobbies.”
Not real jobs.
Not real futures.
So I did what they wanted.
I chased the degrees.
I walked the path.
I agreed to live a safe, average, predictable life.
And yet…
Sometimes, I wonder.
What if I had chased my dreams?
What if I had believed in them enough to fight for them?
Would I be somewhere else now?
Would I be more than what they allowed me to be?
And the saddest part?
We may never know.
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99 days agoLife is funny.
I remember being a child and hearing the classic question:
“What do you want to be when you grow up?”
We’d all shout,
“A doctor!” “A lawyer!” “An engineer!”
And our parents would smile — proud, hopeful, relieved.
“Yes,” they’d say.
“You’ll be successful.”
But deep inside, I had different dreams.
I could draw.
I could sing.
I could dance.
I could write.
I had talents that made me feel alive.
Creative fire burning in a system that only clapped for certificates.
But no one noticed. No one cared.
In Nigeria, those things are “hobbies.”
Not real jobs.
Not real futures.
So I did what they wanted.
I chased the degrees.
I walked the path.
I agreed to live a safe, average, predictable life.
And yet…
Sometimes, I wonder.
What if I had chased my dreams?
What if I had believed in them enough to fight for them?
Would I be somewhere else now?
Would I be more than what they allowed me to be?
And the saddest part?
We may never know.
"Have you ever felt this way? Let’s talk in the comments."