“Events management!” Tina answered excitedly to her mother’s question.
Mrs. Adigwe’s mouth hung open, she couldn’t believe her ears. Her daughter is as confused as they come.
‘Tina, what exactly are you about? This is the fourth ‘bright idea’ you’ve had about a possible career. What exactly do you want to do with your life?”
Tina rolled her eyes, the excitement seeping out her toes. She dreaded the sermon she knew was sure to follow.
Why couldn’t Mum understand? She felt confused most of the time. With zero passion for Geography, which she studied in the University, she felt like a square peg in a round hole.
She initially decided to work in a bank. When that wasn’t forth coming, she decided to go to fashion school. Half way through that she got a job at a travel agency. Didn’t pay much though, but it was something. Now she wasn’t so sure if she was in the right place.
It was in this troubled state that she stumbled upon the Events Management seminar. She felt her prayers were finally answered as she saw the ad on the seminar the day after she concluded her three days dry fast. No food, no water, she had almost fainted. Now she felt she’d been handed a lifeline. The first ten slots for the seminar were up for free. Bingo! God had indeed spoken….. unfortunately, her mother was yet to begin.
“I don’t think you’re focused.” Her mother continued, pacing the floor. “You…you keep drifting. I mean, today it’s the bank, tomorrow its travel, the day after its knitting. When will you settle for something and start on it? Time is passing you by!” she hissed and dropped her weight on the chair opposite Tina, who by now had her eyes glistening with tears.
God knows I’m trying, her heart cried. I just haven’t got it yet. Every time it seems like I’ve hit something, it ends up slipping through my fingers. I have absolutely no idea what the future holds for me…
Her head snapped up at something her mother said, she blinked twice, forcing herself to concentrate.
“Sorry mummy, what did you say.?”
“Tina! Tina! always absentminded, ehn, why?” she shook her head at her “anyway, go and fold the clothes in the laundry basket. We’ll thrash this when your father comes home.”
Tina dragged her weary feet to the backyard, her heart heavy, anxiety threatening to take over all reason. She felt time slipping away, literarily leaving her behind. Like a broken down vehicle, she watched as others raced past.
She leaned over the fresh clothes, her hands gripping the table. Shutting her eyes and breathing deeply, she filled her lungs with the fear and anxiety that swirled around her.
Maybe if I had read Law, or Medicine, I would have had a clear cut path to follow.
She shook her head and let out a soft sigh. A lone tear trickled down her cheek, landing on a soft towel. She watched it seep into the fabric, leaving a wet patch behind. She watched as the wetness gradually disappeared, wishing she was that lone tear, being sucked into oblivion.
Should be much better than a purposeless life…..
She heard a sharp intake of breath, then her mother’s voice, soft and teary.
She turned and stared into her sad eyes, realizing she had said the words out loud.
“Your life is not purposeless” her mother whispered as she walked towards her in halting steps. She pulled her into her arms and stroked her hair. “It’s just a phase, it’ll pass.
“I don’t understand mummy, nothing makes sense. I’ve tried and tried, I just don’t feel like much.”
“I do understand my dear, I have my own story to tell and you have no idea how bad it was.”
“Really?” Tina asked wiping her tears.
“Oh yes, dearie, but it worked out. It always does, when you keep moving. Giving your all to what your hand finds to do. You know, the hard part is we don’t always know what the future holds, we dream and hope, but we never really know. That’s why we must be found to do our part; the rest will fall in place. God makes sure of that.”
Tina sighed, “So, what do I do now?”
“One day at a time, sweetheart, one day at a time, and you’ll find the strength to decide. One day at a time.”
They walked back to the living room, a tiny little light in Tina’s eyes.