ADULTING 101: MY CRUSHING FAITH.

The feeling of been alone in a deep hole where nobody seems to want to go can be very crushing. As little as eight, just when I made my first debut in the Junior Graphic, I knew where or what I wanted to be. My passion for story telling was awesome and everybody knew without doubt that I do be a great media person one day.

Fifteen years down the lane, I sat in a sofa at an office located on the Abdul Nasir road thinking about how far I have come. I recount how I use to read out my note to others in a quest to enhance my journalism skills. I love everything media. Though I was enthused about appearing on the screen, the fear of making a mistake pushed me back to my shells. Just like a tortoise, I hid from my fears; the fear of water, the fear of height and the worst, the fear of never living to my dreams.

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One cold night, I overheard my dad complaining bitterly of how he did his best to support my siblings and I through school. How he has to forgo some of his dreams so he can concentrate on us. I was very sad upon hearing him: sad that, he had to cut short his law degree because the money was becoming too much. Combining our fees together with his was so unbearable and he needed to give up one, he picked us over the degree. A choice I presume still hurt him. My family is a complicated one I must say. Complicated here is relative in the sense that, it’s not the normal ‘complicated’ you know. When the only conversation you can have is when you need to answer a question or give a reply to an already asked question, that, I call complicated. Even through the triangle of a complicated family, I still love them anyways.

Tears trickled down my face when I notice the sadness on his face. He must have sacrificed a lot indeed. I didn’t understand then, but i made a promise to myself, to do my best to make him happy. After Senior High School, I decided to pursue my dream. I got admission to the Ghana Institute of Journalism, the first communication school to be established in Africa. I was very excited because finally, I was achieving what I intended to. Four years came like a rushing water, which I must say took me by surprise. I had my degree in one hand and the choice to either go into academia for my dad’s sake or to work in a television station for my sake.

Majority of you would say, hi, follow your dreams. I know, I wish it’s that simple. When you asked your dad what he wanted for a birthday gift and he answered, I want you to have a PhD and that will be the best gift ever, then you would know what I meant by ‘not simple’. As I write I’m torn between fulfilling my dreams or making my dad happy. Indeed, adulting is not as easy as it seems. Now I just want to run away to a far place where there is nothing to worry or think about, where there is electricity everyday with free Wi-Fi. Gosh, that must be heaven on earth! I want to escape all the hurdles. How can I, when my adulting seems to constantly crush my faith.