The sky was crisp blue, sun was shining like it was its last time as I watched the wind moving through the trees, devouring loose leaves and light twigs. 
I wondered what lay ahead for me in the years to come. Everyone was as excited as they were bothered about my indecisiveness over the forth coming Joint Admission and Matriculation Board (JAMB) examinations (A college qualification exam in Nigeria) which was two months away owing to the fact that the acquired form or questionnaire lay on my bed stand unanswered. I was as uncertain and scared about my choices because they weren’t mine. Everyone I knew or that knew me had their own opinions on what I should major in, each opinion more obscure than the last. It was like I was incapable of making my own decisions.
My father, a domineering man in his mid50’s wanted me to be a medical doctor like himself. Though I excelled in the sciences, I just wasn’t sure enough. I mean I didn’t get that tingling feeling of certainty, or am I the only one who gets those? I remember when he saw my SSCE result, I had never seen him happier. He carried me up singing praises and calling my siblings to come see my “flawless” result. I had 8 Alphas and 1 credit, which was great considering
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But do I spend my entire life doing something that I may not derive joy from in the coming years? I strongly disliked the hospital and its environs, I hated needles, the sight of blood, 
let alone organs. I remember my father once took me inside his operating room to “have a practical view” of what I’d be doing. I had on a face mask and everything. I threw up 20 minutes into the operation at the sight of blood and later passed out when the kidney stone was removed. My father loved his profession and called it the most “lucrative” one.
My mother on the other hand was a sales executive for a multinational company and sometimes raked in more money than my father. Her job had to do with convincing companies, firms, banks and sometimes individuals to either invest in her company or acquire whatever she was selling that day. She did her job remarkably as she has the skill of convincing people, she knows what to say depending on your body language, she knows when to pause to give you room to think and when to hit the nail on its head. My father jokes about how she literally convinced him to marry her and how that has been the best decision of his life. My mother gave my father 3 children. My brother, Mark, the first who was presently in Deutschland, Germany working as a sales representative following in mothers footsteps. Myself as the second and my sister, Jamie, a sophomore in High School.
My family was a God fearing and devoted one so it made my future rebellion harder for them!
. My father was an Elder in the church and my mother a Deaconess. We usually stayed back hours after service hours praying and discussing church matters and having long, dreadful meetings. But all this didn’t matter as I still didn’t know what to fill as my most preferred course. That night I prayed for insight and revelation from God about this issue.
‘Madam, Madam we’re here’ my caucasian driver said as I drifted from my day dream
Did she take her father's advice or did follow her mother's footsteps..... Find out next post.