“Hey Mom, I performed at the Freshers Night at our school. Everybody said I was great.”
“Oh, nice.”
“Hey Mom, I won the contest for COE Song of the College Week.”
“See, I’m busy here.”
“Hey everyone, listen to this song I just recorded”
“Wait, Peter Obi is saying something”
Oh really, is everyone that busy? Wonder what…wait who is that at the door.
“Oh Divine, come in. Mummy, Divine is here.”
“Oh Divine, take a seat.”
“Thank you ma. You know I learnt in this book I’ve been reading that when you enter a place, you shouldn’t sit until you’re asked to.”
“Where’s Faith. He never reads books, only pressing phone all day.”
Seriously? (shocked expression).
“What. Am I not saying the truth?”
Me not saying anything, knowing I’m the one that sent the book to him. Or maybe because I’m still sitting in this house.
Seriously, maybe it’s because I’m still sitting in this house.
3 weeks later. Back in school
Mrs Ebere: I was surprised because I know you. I see a leader in you Faith
Me: Oh nice.
Sammy (name changed because I don’t have the strength to answer questions): I would really like to work on this project with you because alongside your passion you have immense talent and leadership potential.
Me: Tell me something
David: Bro, you’re good
Me: Tell me more jokes
One random guy on the staircase: Bro, you’re going to be a great person, you’re going places
Me: Are you serious?
Back at home again, the first day
“Mummy, I performed at this Time To Laugh Comedy show, music though”
“Interesting. When is your result coming out”
Me (in my head obviously): I know it will, one day. As for me, never again
Second day
“Where is this boy Faith”
Me: I’m in my room
“Doing what”
Me: Nothing
Meanwhile, I’m listening to this girl telling me how intelligent, interesting and talented I am. Oh well, a prophet is not accepted in his hometown. Some call it see finish. I sha know in my head and in God’s grand scheme of things I’ll always be accepted. To the rest, wish you all the best.
Mark 6:4 New King James Version (NKJV)
But Jesus said to them, “A prophet is not without honour except in his own country, among his own relatives, and in his own house.”
P.S.: You may be wondering where my dad is in this story. Well, that’s a story for another day, literally
This happened to you?