Anonymous gal is searching for identity. In the past months I have had different ambitions and ‘wat I want to be when I grow up’. Firstup I tried selling clothes. My first consingment came I kept half the stuff for myself,sold them eventually and spent the money.both capital and profit under the guise of I will pay bac. That was almost six months ago I have not paid back.
Then I decided to become a philantrophist. U know visit orphanages take food for them, start a get an orphan a book project, etc. I realised such a project needed huge money…money I didn’t have. I suspended that till I get money.
At that point, I decided to go home and work on my LL.M thesis side-by-side working with my mother. I never made it to my mother’s office as the first day I was to leave for work I noticed a smug look on her face. I retired before I even started. The thesis I am still working on. Seriously, ABU Zaria should give me a deadline I work better with deadlines. I lazed about at home for a while under the guise of “thesis”.a while equals 2 months.One morning I woke up took a good look at my life packed my bags and relocated to Abuja amidst cries of “how wil u cope, what will you do, you are better of at home” from my mother.
I then had an epiphany to become the next Chimamanda. So I picked my laptop abandoned my thesis and got busy writing a book. A week later, I had another epiphany writing a book would not put food on the table for the time being . The book thus became my pet project.
I suggested to my friends that we start something like an abused women support group online where people can anonymously talk about sexual abuse since in Nigeria there is no one the can really talk to.They all appauled the idea. The mechanism is being put in place but as a member of our group suggested IT WILL NOT PUT FOOD ON THE TABLEE NO MATTER HOW NOBLE.
I then hooked up with a friend’s big brother and went into property. Now that puts food on the table, and soon I would be able to go on a shopping spree. Im hopin Dubai. It is hectic, the hours are crazy, and you have no idea the sort of jungles I have entered to check beacon numbers, but its fun. And 4 now my immediate problem of food on the table (clothes in my case) is solved.