I’m Hasiya,
For years I have always been Hasiya, nothing more nothing less. I always waited to be told what to do, when to do it, where to do it or how to do it.
I was not the typical “stubborn child” but I wasn’t the best child either, growing up heavily dependent on my parents which yea who else will I be depending on but I depended on that for far too long.
In my university days seeing my mates hustle to pay their fees or eat I was very quick to thank God for my parents, at least I didn’t get to have to choose between eating for the day or going to school, they had it covered.
I went for service and still I saw and heard people saving their allawee so they don’t get stranded on the long run, I didn’t have to do that, I knew I was privileged but what I didn’t know was I wasn’t prepared for adulthood at all.
I started to wonder, what were my plans post nysc and I had none, was I going to keep being dependent on my parents, what did I want to be or where did I want to go. I fought so hard the temptation to leave it to my dad again but I knew I was just going to keep being naive.
Anyways, I finally decided I was adult enough and had to start making adult decisions, but the heavy blow came when I told my dad about my plans and he said ‘it’s good you came to the realization yourself’.
I was like sir? I realized this was actually happening, I was a big girl now according to him, I honestly thought I was going to be his baby girl for life. But yea, adulthood crept up right before my eyes.
I relocated, first to Abuja then Lagos, got and lost 5 jobs in a year and it became clear I was in for a long time, not specifically a good time.
Anyways I am still figuring things out, so right now I have no advices to give but soon because I have been accumulating a shit ton of wisdom I feel like Solomon and realizing I’m not just Hasiya.
I am much more than that, so what I’m I?
we will find out together.