Repackaging Myself (Part 2)


A lot has happened in the past month after I learnt this very important virtue. For one, I did something I would never have done before in my comfort zone. Let me tell you all about it.

Immediately I left that talk, I applied for an online job I had kept pending. It is a writing job. I love writing. I love it so much that in primary, my BFF and I wrote a series of stories entitled ‘The Adventurous Duo’. The duo was me and her in a make-believe world where fun stuff happened. I wish I still had the copies. The thing is, my uncle took the manuscripts for typing but somehow, he misplaced them. No big deal, I forgot about it.

Later on, my amazing mum saw this writing competition on The Sunday Nation and insisted I had to write. She was so sure I was going to win. Needless to say, I did win. I was so excited that Sunday, the eve of my birthday. 10K at thirteen years is a load of money. Of course I did not feel the effect for long as I spent it on my form one shopping in February.

Anyway, back to the job. I so got it. I started writing immediately. The editor was impressed. I was happy he was. My dexterity was back!

Then old Carol started coming back with questions. What if it was a fraudulent operation? What if it did not last long? I clearly needed my own personal computer to hack this kind of thing with unlimited internet access. Who was I kidding? I did not have one.

But you know what? I kept on. I remembered the speaker talking of how he enrolled for a Masters programme without the fees. How he got a fees waiver after all his efforts. How I have nothing to lose by trying.

For two weeks, I spent days in the library on the PCs that are generously placed on the ground floor, a new development by the way (made it look all studious on NTV news tonight. Just had to add this though am totally diverting). You could say it was fate.

A week ago, my class went on a trip to the capital. Good for me, home sweet home. I talked to my folks about how I was doing this thing and all. My mum was pretty excited. She is always pushing me to write more. My dad joked a lot about it.

Where am I going with this? I guess in the midst of the jokes, he realised that I actually needed that gadget even for my studies. Two days down the line, I had it. Just like that. You may say it is his responsibility as a parent to do that but I beg to differ.

I have come to the conclusion that it was a mixture of my determination and his fulfilment of manly duties. Do not look at me like that. You know what I mean.

This may be a very insignificant example but I trust you get my drift. I will not go into the inevitable what ifs we always delve into in such situations. I did it once already.

Someone once said that writing is a way of talking without being interrupted. It is so much fun especially for an introvert like me. Find out what you love doing and make the best out of it.

We all have talent. Just because someone can sing or dance and you cannot does not mean they are better than you. You are just better in something else. I know this is cliché but, be yourself. There is just one you.


4 thoughts on “Repackaging Myself (Part 2)

  1. shiqs… really thoughts and stuff.. hehe its just so lyk u…Totally love it keep it up and oh yeah ..u’v always had it, I rem how ur essays used to be Nangulu’s samples in class.Go go gal

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