It
is evening and my family members are in the living room spending quality time
with one another, but I chose to confine myself to my room, so I could dwell on
what I wanted to do with my life. And so I started thinking; Abigael, you are
the most intelligent senior student in the science class of the prestigious
Great Learners High School with several accolades backing this fact, and most
importantly, you have made your doting father the proudest man on earth. And
here you are, about to graduate high school with the saddest heart. Why is
that?
“Daddy,
I want to be a writer.” Those words didn’t seem like they came from my mouth. I
blinked my eyes severally like someone who was just getting out of hypnosis. I didn’t
understand how I got to the living room; all I knew was that I had just said
the abominable.
I
became the cynosure of staggered and bewildered faces. Though, my father’s face
told nothing. It was just blank. “Have
you gone mad?” He simply asked, in a low, cold voice that sent shivers down my
spine. I was trembling with fear.
“Daddy,
grant me permission, and I will make you proud just like I have always done.” I
said, as bravely as I could.
His
fury could not be hidden anymore. “You must be mad! None of my children will ever
be in the Arts. Never!”
“But
daddy, what if I was born to write on a new page?”
Biography
Yetunde Oyelude,
an indigene of Ogbomoso, Oyo State, loves watching movies, singing and reading
novels. She is a prolific writer with an unpublished novel to her credit. She
studies in the department of Communication and Language Arts, University of
Ibadan.
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