LIES I WAS TOLD: 1
Omo, we've checked the results. You and 15 others graduated with a 2.1.
At first I was numb, then I was flooded with gratitude because I knew this was indeed a close call. Some how I had hoped to graduate with a 2.1 but my 200l and 300l results said otherwise. So this final year, I gave it my all. I did every assignment we were given, I read every course back to back before exams, I went to homes of strangers all by myself trying to gather material for my project and then I became a premium regular at the library.
Everyone wanted me to graduate with at least a 2.1 if I didnt make a first class.
I was one of those kids that were born brilliant. I didnt even go through kindergarten, playgroup or nursery one because I was too sharp. Straight to nursery two (even though I still used to shit my pants in class). Then all through Primary to Secondary school, I was amongst those you should see in at least top five. Top five because maybe I played a lot that term.
I was one of those students who never copied anyone in class because I had properly prepared.
So somehow, my future was sure. Graduate from school with a good result and get a job in one of the best government offices, Ministry of Foreign Affairs to be precise. And of course get married. This was what I was told, so I worked for it. I never dated in school cause that would distract me from the ultimate goal, I never ventured into business because that is for drop outs, I never went to parties because only unserious people with no ambition do that. I was the perfect kid, preparing for a perfect future.
Then, boom!!! Here I am, 8 years later, lying in bed, with a job where I earn less than 6 figures annually, single and striving each day not to get sunken into the quagmire of all the failed promises.
Where are all the jobs they told me about in school?
Why doesn't the 2.1 I spent all my academic years preparing for do the magic I was promised it would?
Why has every one suddenly forgotten how bright a chap I am?
Why wasnt I married as foretold?
As I sat in a tight car with four other strangers, heading home after a very long day, I realised I had been fed with so much lies and it took me more than two decades and a frustrated night to realise that. All the cheerleaders had gone home to their business and I was alone on the field with failed promises and unmet expectations.
Did they know they were lying to me or did the world change and they were not just aware of it?
At first I was numb, then I was flooded with gratitude because I knew this was indeed a close call. Some how I had hoped to graduate with a 2.1 but my 200l and 300l results said otherwise. So this final year, I gave it my all. I did every assignment we were given, I read every course back to back before exams, I went to homes of strangers all by myself trying to gather material for my project and then I became a premium regular at the library.
Everyone wanted me to graduate with at least a 2.1 if I didnt make a first class.
I was one of those kids that were born brilliant. I didnt even go through kindergarten, playgroup or nursery one because I was too sharp. Straight to nursery two (even though I still used to shit my pants in class). Then all through Primary to Secondary school, I was amongst those you should see in at least top five. Top five because maybe I played a lot that term.
I was one of those students who never copied anyone in class because I had properly prepared.
So somehow, my future was sure. Graduate from school with a good result and get a job in one of the best government offices, Ministry of Foreign Affairs to be precise. And of course get married. This was what I was told, so I worked for it. I never dated in school cause that would distract me from the ultimate goal, I never ventured into business because that is for drop outs, I never went to parties because only unserious people with no ambition do that. I was the perfect kid, preparing for a perfect future.
Then, boom!!! Here I am, 8 years later, lying in bed, with a job where I earn less than 6 figures annually, single and striving each day not to get sunken into the quagmire of all the failed promises.
Where are all the jobs they told me about in school?
Why doesn't the 2.1 I spent all my academic years preparing for do the magic I was promised it would?
Why has every one suddenly forgotten how bright a chap I am?
Why wasnt I married as foretold?
As I sat in a tight car with four other strangers, heading home after a very long day, I realised I had been fed with so much lies and it took me more than two decades and a frustrated night to realise that. All the cheerleaders had gone home to their business and I was alone on the field with failed promises and unmet expectations.
Did they know they were lying to me or did the world change and they were not just aware of it?
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