My parents gave birth to 5 of us, with me coming first. When it was time for the first four to go to the university, there wasn’t so much fuss over the choice of course of study. Our last born created so much drama when it was his turn. It was during that time that my respect for my dad soared. My brother, Nonye, couldn’t come to grips with what he truly wanted to study.
Nonye would go out and come back to say he’d love to be a medical doctor. Perhaps, a few friends of his had convinced him that medicine was the noblest profession in the world. Nonye would see how beautifully dressed bankers were and come home proclaiming his love for banking.
This company took me abroad for the first time in my life. I was trained on several occasions, but after working for 10 years, I resigned to focus intensely on the business of writing. I’m so happy today, free to exercise my creativity without restraints, a choice I don’t regret and will never regret.
However, what comforted him was the fact that the man’s wife had started a business even while she was working and they had something to fall back on.
A confused soul wrestles with an answer. Even more traumatic is when there are so many answers. The challenge lies in selecting the one answer that provides us with a fruitful solution.