When I grow up, I want to be the President of Nigeria! Or at least, that’s what I thought… once upon a time.
While growing up as a kid in Warri, we witnessed pronouncements on our TV screens as about four persons become Presidents. First it was Buhari in 1984. Then Babangida, then it was nearly Abiola, then maybe not, then Abacha, Abdusalam… so yeah, I thought maybe I too could be President.
So I wrote a composition as an English assignment of what I wanted to be when I grew up. I said I wanted to be President. Never mind the very next year I wanted to be a fireman. Some hero of a sort complex going on here…. anyways.
Looking back, of course it’s easy to see why a boy can dream such grand thoughts. But as you get older, life happens, you get a job, get married, get comfortable in certain habits and patterns. You begin discovering your values, exploring your talents and discovering more of who you really are. Your Onlyness.
Then one day you realize maybe you really do like being you. Maybe you really don’t want to be President. You can be friends with him, sure! But you don’t want to be anything other than what you’ve been lately. You actually do love your present lifestyle and quality of life.
If you’re reading this and eventually do become President, please call me and I will be your friend 🙂