My Talent came in the Way
I woke up rather late that morning, feeling the day might go sour because of misuse of time last night watching the 100 (season movie). 30 minutes after rising from bed, I saw 6 missed calls from Sade my close friend.
Thoughts ran through my mind, of what could have happened, is she heartbroken again? Cause she has always been an emotional wreck since SS1. I called back only to hear noise of joy over the phone.
She said, " Jessica, the cut off for medicine is out, it is 80.2, we made it". I was a bit puzzled and somewhat happy. I had 85.6, while she (Sade) had 80.35, I guess that's why she was overjoyed. I simply cut the phone and prepared breakfast since I was home alone.
Yeah, I was home alone, Dad and Mom had travelled to Abuja for a conference which will last for a week.
The news began to replay in my head, " so for real, I have gained admission". Then I went online and typed - what to do as a medical student - as I was reading this long article, a pop up showed saying, " why waste your time on the status quo of academics when you can be a modelling star". Even God knows I love clothes.
I just clicked with the hope of giving a glance but I became stuck and gradually iced into an unrepentant model.
I started following up celebrities, models internationally and locally on YouTube and Instagram and on and on.
I wasn't religious, I can say I am not a chronic sinner either, so I never prayed about it nor went for counselling. I called my few friends who love fashion and could not keep up with admission that year, and we began mingling, going for shows to meet "the powers that be" in modelling and fashion house.
I did all these behind my parents, though they were back, their job took the greater part of their time.
In the space of three weeks, I was set for small scale modelling, by then, Unilag had started processing their list. I cared less.
I chose modelling over medicine.
When my parents later found out, not because I told them but because they noticed my weight loss and my frequent outings on weekends when they were around. My dad, ignorantly was happy I was being industrious not knowing I was delusional.
Did I tell you I was the only child? Yes I am the only child. By the time I let the cat out of the bag, my dad was furious, my mom was in tears.
They persuaded me to combine both in school in a bid to persuade me but I refused because I was shortsighted and my lazy friends needed companion since they hadn't gained admission.
I struggled with my parents till I finally broke through and left the house temporarily.
My ambition became desperation
My focus became virus
My lane brought me cane
My life was finished in my eyes.
In my first few weeks, I fell in love with my show manager, and after 3 months because of the obvious pregnancy, I was laid off.
I aborted it and spent close to three months in the hospital on life saver. After recovery, my parents settled the bills, but my eyes were veiled. I went back to modelling.
I never knew my being a novice was obvious, so I was taken for a cheap bread who knows nothing about worth or value.
The new fashion house I came into was protected sex as entry qualification. They were resolute on their demands. After many rounds of sexual intercourse, I fell out of favour with my bosses because I noticed I didn't really like modelling again, my interest was in clothes and I would span out as a fashion designer.
It was too late, I wish I had a counsel on defining your interest in career and passion . It had been two years and I couldn't go home. I roamed the streets for years sleeping with cat n bull for shelter and food.
The decline.
I met a man who later proposed marriage. He was wealthy n good looking so I gave in. After 3 weeks of scourting, I realized I had grown bruises on almost every part of my body. I was given a weekly doze of prison torture.
I was in the streets back again escaping his grip. I roamed the streets from 2012 to 2017.
I had become razz already. My brain black.
On 22nd October 2017, I was hit by a motorcycle and was admitted in the hospital. After cross examination and few test sympathetic doctors conducted, I was diagnosed HIV positive.
I was told to meet Dr. Adeyanju for medical advice. In my depressed mode I was intending on commiting suicide when the so called Dr. Adeyanju showed up in my ward.
She shouted my name " Jessica "
To my greatest surprise, it was Sade Adeyanju. " I am done for," I said.
We spoke at length and she refused to let me go.
I am now 28 years old and I work in Sade's Feed Depot, selling feed for poultry animals.
I don't think of marriage, comfort or home. All I want is to see my parents and have a fresh start.
I am Jessica, HIV positive, doomed for life
I later gave my life to Christ, what else is left for me to do.
Advice:
There is more to life than crush on some business or lifestyle that makes you a star. If you are really bent on your passion, combine it with education and seek good counsel.
Be sure you love that interest you profess before you get to a point of no return.
God bless
Thanks for reading
story by Owolabi Philip.
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Wow this is indeed a touchy one more grace to your elbow
ReplyDeleteAmen. Thanks for reading
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