What our Parents really want us to be

I remember back in the 90’s when i was growing up, my Dad always reminded me that he wants me to be a Doctor or a Lawyer or a Chartered Accountant. He used to tell me that children who go to school, read their books, respect their parents, are the ones who make it in life. I’ve always believed that tho’ cos i grew up in Lagos, the suburb in Lagos. And if you don’t pass your WAEC, GCE or Neco exams you won’t go to the university.

While growing up

It has always been my  focus not to fail any of these exams so i can go to the university  go for any course   ‘Medicine, Lawyer and Accountant’ graduate, serve y country through the NYSC  programme , get the certificate, get a good job in one of the companies in Lagos or Abuja and with that ‘I’m a GOOD Girl’

*Deep Sigh*

Any Lagos or Nigerian Girl should understand what i mean here. My parents back then didn’t let me rest and i was too conscious   and scared of losing it. I mean failing any of the exams. I went to one of the Model Colleges in Lagos State and it was ‘fun’ while it lasted for 6years. Anyways, back to my story when i was growing up, i realized i was not following what my father wanted. I mean i studied accounting in school when i was in my 4th year , i lost interest and concentration cos i found a new love and it was Entertainment.

I knew that was not going to please my Dad but I ‘followed’ my heart and passion. I got a job while i was still in school and i lost interest in the course i was studying in school.

*Tough Decision*

Yes i know its a tough decision but i followed my passion..  I’ve always loved the entertainment ‘thing’ and i started organizing shows, attending events and suddenly became a ‘Pro’ in events/shows/parties/ gigs and the likes. He never liked, my mum never liked it. I graduated from school and i continue my Event planning job. I met good people on the job, the bad ones and also learnt alot of lesson while i was still on the job. It never pleased my parents for one minute. They started comparing me with my neighbors and that is what i hate. I hate people comparing me with others. I am good in my own way and I will never look down on my self.

To end this post, I didn’t follow what my Dad wanted. What he wanted didn’t work for me. It didn’t work in this time and age.  Something wrong always happened but I overcame it. But it didn’t still work the way he wanted it. It was like he already documented what i will be in life. It didn’t WORK!!!!!!!!!!!

Arrghhhh!!!

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5 responses

  1. this post reminds me of my growing up days.. Lovely post

  2. I have wanted to post something like this on my site and you have given me an idea. Cheers.

    1. You are welcome

  3. I have a problem with the overall premise of your article but I still think its really informative. I really like your other posts. Keep up the great work. If you can add more video and pictures can be much better. Because they help much clear understanding. 🙂 thanks

    1. I will .. thanks for stopping by…

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