ORDAINED REALITIES

By Ola Vincent Omotade

It was Law!
I felt seriously cold, with goose pimples all over me and I thought I hadn't used a blanket in reality. I pinched myself and I felt my sinking skin. Looking at my watch, it was all full of 9pm .It wasn't a dream! I was hurting, everywhere!For one nightmarish moment, I felt like my world was really crushing.

The voice of my dad jarred me into reality! With him, it was a Yes! Final! No arguments!
And there I was–helpless, throbbing.The tears....A crazy reality was intruding:How, where do I start? My dreams and all:crushed! A course like U.R.P?

Because I was studying Urban and regional planning, I felt like an extraterrestrial alien of myself; a misfit with two left feet, two left hands. And, although I aced the tests, had angelic friends, had a barrel of laughs....It wasn't me. Yes, I was dreaming!(wake me up, sharperly!)

It was Law! I perceived it in the air and was always called, 'Doctor Ola Vincent '. My dad, my mum, virtually everyone I knew then,kept on resounding it to me, like a recurrent chime.The law was shacking me so that I wrote one post-UTME like that, alongside JAMB on it(rolls eyes).There I was, groping!

Until I came to FUTMINNA, did I realize my true essence, did I see life through the lenses of reality and unalloyed passion. It became crystal clear to me that the MEDCINE is
not for me.We don't just click! I discovered urban and regional planning was the best I can do ,l so now I Love(d) it, made sweet love to it.It's my all in all
There are times when we feel the wind of life thrusts us deep into situations, places, positions, etc., that are way below our expectations.These disappointments pierce the rivulets of our desires, dreams and aspirations.They betray our gut-reaction. We question God, question our entire being, question everything and everyone around us, as well as, we are left gravely frustrated, like we're undergoing a kind of delayed orgasm.

The cliched mentra, 'disappointments are(mostimes)blessings in disguise, ' is still very much viable and applicable in our reality. The failed relationship(s), the delayed admission into the university(wherever), the delayed job offer, the delayed marriage, the change of course in life;the hurdles, troubles, pains...that make your pillow your greatest confidant(e) and friend may just be flickers of smoke that fan your breakthrough to manifestation.

There are exceptions though, But we all keep running towards our fate

Enjoy

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