Mother, what will I be?

Mother, what will I be?

“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.

“Ah, Tina.”

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.



28 thoughts on “Mother, what will I be?” by RemiRoy (@RemiRoy)

  1. I feel this story, Remiroy. I understand what it feels to think one has no purpose. But like the mom said, it is a phase and it will pass. That much i know from experience.
    Really great piece.

    1. Thanks girl.
      I like the way you put that, “…to think one has no purpose” because we only think we don’t but we all do.
      We just have to be diligent enough to find it.
      Thanks a lot!

  2. Mazi Nwonwu (@Fredrick-chiagozie-Nwonwu)

    Another good one from you Remi. Keep it up.

    1. Thanks a lot D’lameone. I truly appreciate the comment.

  3. Yeah Remi, well done and thanks for this. Huge lesson you just taught brilliantly.

  4. Emmanuella Nduonofit (@Emmanuella-Nduonofit)

    Hmm, these phrases “…the excitement seeping out her toes.”, “…she filled her lungs with the fear and anxiety that swirled around her.”, “Like a broken down vehicle, she watched as others raced past.” They are very catchy and creative, RemiRoy. I would have said that Tina is really mummy’s pet, but then again, so am I. She hasn’t really taken a dare in her life. There’s a way being around your parents for a long time can make you feel. I feel the same way here. That breakaway is essential to feel a true sense of independence. In Mrs. Adigwe’s eyes, her daughter Tina is still very much a baby. Maybe then, she would discover who she is. Nice story.

    1. Thanks aplenty Emmanuella. I quite agree with you but I think the problem is not a lack of drive or unwillingness to dare. It’s more an issue of Discovery to me.
      Methinks even grown men struggle with finding their life’s purpose, it’s not just about trying out a career (though it does manifest itself in that light), but doing what you are here to do.
      Thanks again!

  5. Meena-Adekoya (@Olajumoke-Adekoya)

    like Emmanuella i loved those very imaginative phrases… a very insightful story…

  6. true,very imaginative
    the story is so real and interesting.

  7. Beautifully done Remi Roy!

    1. thanks ce ug. a lot!

  8. Such an inspirational piece! And quite sadly, I think I can relate. It was well done!

    1. Hi Ayo.

      Yes, Most of us can relate, I guess. Thanks for taking the time to comment.
      Your name does sound familiar but I cant place it.

      Thanks, again.

  9. You had just enough nice metaphors and creative phrases to give the story momentum. And I like the message too.

    1. Thanks aplenty Myne.

  10. I liked it. However it seemed a bit too short

    1. ha, sowy, Zino.
      I didn’t want to take away from the main reason for the story.
      But thanks, for liking it.

  11. You write in such a way that touches the core of one’s soul.. It appeals to you in a way you never even expect..
    Great story

    1. Tnx a lot! It’s a struggle for me but that’s the exact reason I write.
      thnx 4 the kind words.

  12. Loved this piece. Sound message, great delivery. Very sincere portrayal too. Beautifully done.

  13. Nice short story with an enlightening message. I’ve always felt that good stories leave something behind for the reader. This one left behind a valuable lesson on progressing in life…a story of hope for those who find themselves in Tinu’s position.

    My only issue would be the title….maybe its me but isn’t it a bit too direct?

    1. Afro’sage’. Hmmm, I get your point. I thougt it was apt, now that you mention it, maybe it’s too much so.

      Thanks a lot!

  14. Remi Remi Remi…must you always write so well? *sigh*
    Beautiful “real” story.
    love your writing.

    1. Lol girl. Thanks a lot!

  15. VEry real..reminds me of the confusion I feel about my career path sometimes…Good job Remiroy

  16. “It’s just a phase; it will pass”. That’s true.

  17. I was able to relate with the story………..nice

  18. Lol……….i got the morals of the story but the part where the mom refered to “Fashion” as “knitting” thought it was my mom speaking……………loved this.

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