First Time
I get a little embarrassed anytime I tell the story of the first time I left home to be on my own but I still tell the story anyway because at the end of the day, I still find it a bit funny.
The first time I left home was when I got offered admission into the university. My dad had first suggested that I schooled close to where we lived but I had refused. I wanted the complete University life, all of it and going to school from my parents home would be a huge obstacle to that so I had somehow persuaded my parents to let me school somewhere far away from home. It was so far away that whenever I was going back home for a visit, I would spend the entire day on the road unless I took a flight back home.
You know, it's funny I said I wanted to experience the entire university life because the moment I got to school, I continued living the same kind of life I was living back at home. I wake up in the morning, go to school and then come back home. No outing, nothing.
The friends I made in school weren't the type to go out every night and neither was I so there was no one available to turn me into a "bad" child and that was when I started to get homesick. School was tough and for some reason nothing these old men and women were teaching was understandable to me and then the fear started coming in too.
I started to get scared about failing, about not doing so well at school and then get sent back home. So I did the one thing I felt was best. I picked up my phone and called my parents, asking them to send me money to come back home. My mom was shocked and started laughing and so did my other siblings who were back at home. They said everyone else was happily leaving their parents home to go to school while I on the other hand wanted the opposite.
My dad had later spoken to me on the phone that night. He had spoken to me the way a father speaks to his son and by the time I was done with that phone call, I was more determined to not be a failure, to prove myself wrong. So I stopped thinking about going back home and focused more on my studies and trust me when I say it paid off, because it did.
Mummy's child........😅😅 At first, it looks tough and scary but with time and determination, we will get used to it.
It's not that easy though but along the line, we would come to understand that it wasn't that easy staying alone, we just need to blend and learn from others. That alone would give us sense of responsibility.
Mummy's boy keh? 😂😂
I'm not even going to argue that even though I know it's not true 👀... But yeah, staying away from home was tough but I learned to get used to it.
So, I guess wrongly? 🥺