On your mark! Set your pillow! Sleep!
I heard those words on the Heat Day. Sweaty skin and red eyes, I became a bull on the track. I had my eyes on the finish line. I had confidence in myself. My friends and family were all there to see me win. However, two seconds before getting to the finish line, Humpty Dumpty had a great fall. I was pierced, I was shattered, I cried and wailed (after all I was just nine years old). Men don’t cry, but boys do!
My dream was slowly becoming a nightmare. I promised myself never to humiliate myself in the presence of people again. I got encouraging words and smiles and cheers. I became a second-class citizen that year on the track and that was my greatest downfall.
I was told stories of people who made it after a thousand trials, especially Colonel Sanders who created his mouthwatering recipe of Kentucky Fried Chicken at the age of sixty-five. I was gingered all over again. I won medals in my prestigious secondary school, Babington Macaulay Junior Seminary, Ikorodu. I became a star on Earth!
This is me wishing to be cheered by them dudes and babes. This is me wishing to be first in all the track events in subsequent editions of the Abiola Ojo Sports Festival. I’m still indecisive on what to do. Should I risk my chances of graduating with a 2:1 in the name of sports? Or should I risk that extra-curricular activity that I love from the depths of my heart to get good grades which might not be the source of my income in a few years to come?
Recently, I received a document containing the names and pictures of my classmates, revealing their strengths in football. This is not done for athletes, but I want to show them pepper. I’m still a star made of flesh and blood!
But then I realized, why can’t I do both? I’m young and free and I’m not trading that for anything. I’m going to apply wisdom from Economics taught in my secondary school: scale of preference. I’m going to have a schedule and calculate my time. I’m going to check my health in the clinic to know if I’m fit. I’m going to understand the chemistry between Law and Sports! I’m going to balance my equation!
I cannot exclude the one who moulded and carved me into an intelligent and promising young man. All that I do would give Glory to God. My sweet mother would be proud and you reading this would also try to make all things equal.
N/B: This is pure fiction and is not affiliated with the person in the picture.
Written By Doreen Amarachi Nwankwo.