I prayed to God to give me normal friends, but because God is very funny, he decided to laugh at me and give me the likes of Ochuko as friends. #sigh. If I start telling you about Ochuko ehn, we will sleep here. Just know he needs your prayers. I am not even joking and no, Ochuko, you are not allowed to say I am making you look bad in public.
Anyway, beautiful souls. How are you? I hope you are having a good weekend and you are sleeping alot or not. So #OurStories Series continues with a very sensible article from Ochuko. He is a weird person who is having a negative influence on me by making me disturbingly weird. But I don’t know if I mind. I will stop talking now so you can read.
Read and learn people. Pastor Ochuko of the Most High is here to wake you up. Wake others up by sharing. Bless your hearts!
I’d start with this, most African parents do not readily talk with their children. There is a vast difference between talking WITH & talking TO your children. And it is not until the child monumentally messes up that they start to ask the questions that truly matter. “Tell us, how do you really feel?”, “What went wrong?”, “What can we do to make it better?” & the most important one, “What do you want?”
Where was I? Ah yes, madness. It has to be madness, to pick up the courage to tell your parents, something you’ve known since the second year of Medical School; “I did not want to practice Medicine for the rest of my life”. Yes o, it was madness, I mean after paying for 5 years of Medical school, the last thing you expect to hear from your child is “I’m not going back to Med School”.
The reality of the matter was I was tired and there was nothing you’d have said at that point, even now that’d make me change my stance on this matter. I’d like to say many things led to this eventual conclusion, things like The Russia/ Ukraine crises and the rising demands of med school but one thing I knew was I didn’t see myself practicing medicine for the better part of my life.
Well voices were raised, everybody was quiet for a while, prayers were held, family was involved, and when all efforts proved futile, negotiations began. The questions up there in paragraph 2 were employed. Long story short, we came to an understanding, some later than others of course, compromises were made. I got closer to both of my parents.
If you’re wondering how this story ends, well in June, I’d be in 3rd year Biochemistry at the Benson Idahosa University. Yes the “where would you work?” question was asked and no I won’t tell you by whom . That’s for me to know and for you to find out much much later. What have I learnt from this experience? 3 years is a long time to be unhappy, please talk to people, let them know how you really feel.
I realize not all parents would have swallowed this as well as mine did but at the end of the day, you alone have to live with the consequences of your decisions/ indecisions. So choose you this day, who you shall embrace for the rest of your life: The Happy You or The Other Guy.
Ochuko A. Akpomudjere