I Remember When I Was An Honourable

I want to share a part of my life that I remembered few days ago and which left me reeling with laughter; and thoughtful after my laughter session.

I am actually thinking that I should be referred to as Honourable Omolola yet again😁

For real, I was an honourable back during my University days.

You don’t believe me?

OK. Let me gist you…

My school mummy, big sister and dear friend Saytee was the honourable representing our constituency until it was time for her to graduate. At the time, I was in my fourth year and had a little above one year left as an undergrad.

She walked up to me on a certain afternoon and informed me about her intention of nominating me as the representative of our constituency at the student union. Under that jurisdiction were a number of privately owned hostels just outside the school as it so happened that the university was non-residential. I asked her what was expected of me if I agreed to her proposal and she told me it wasn’t anything tasking. Besides, she believed strongly that I was the right fit for the office (I still don’t get why she chose me though). Anyway, I agreed. And I was given a letter of appointment to that effect.

The first house sitting started out on a very annoying note for me. The sitting never started until about four hours behind schedule… Proper Nigerian time saga which I have hated practically all my life.

Well I calmed down and then the movie series began. It was like the behind the scenes of a season film… Everything was unfiltered. I mean, that day was something else.

At first, I was fascinated by the proceedings and all; you know the formalities. . .

Suddenly, upon raising a particular issue, the hall gradually became rowdy. The clerk kept shouting, “Decorum!” like he was being paid to do so but people won’t hear it.

I felt like fish out of water. It all looked strange to me. Me, gentle sister of the Most High never knew that was what I signed up for. I naturally hate confrontation and fighting.

If not that the chairs in the lecture hall where we met were designed in such a way that they were connected to the tables and subsequently firmly screwed to the ground, only God knows how many heads would have gotten broken that day.

It got to a point that I had to hide under the table for fear of being injured.

 

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Later, someone stood up from his seat far behind the hall and ran to the front; jumping over tables and grabbed the mace and fled out through the door. Ghenghen! Some people ran after him and that was how the whole thing scattered o.

I quickly picked my belongings and made for the door at the back of the hall. I didn’t stop jogging until I got to my hall of residence. It is not easy o.

Kai. How come I don’t remember this everyday sef?

Anyway, do you see that our issues in this country no be today?

It was at that period I decided that I would NEVER run for such posts that will give me High Blood Pressure in my lifetime.

Maybe if it is a post by appointment I might agree to it; if God wills. But other than that, count me out please.

I learnt some lessons from that phase of my life anyway…

1. Don’t take up appointments (jobs, marriage partners, business partners etc) just for the sake of it. If you know your life’s purpose is not in line with it don’t even start what you won’t be able to finish. Life decisions shouldn’t be made based on impulse. It is important that you know where you are going in life and maintain your lane.

2. I kinda liked being called an honourable but there is nothing more honourable for you than being genuinely satisfied deep within with what you are doing. There is more to life than fame, money etc. In short seek to fulfill purpose above all else.

3. People don’t usually SUDDENLY become ‘bad’. It usually is a gradual process developing negative attitudes. Make sure to curb all excesses of your children right on time before they become “dried fish” that become difficult to remould.

4. Well meaning family/friends may have ideas for your life’s movement but it is left to you not to leave the reins of your life in their hands. It’s your life and you will be held accountable for how you live it and the decisions you make.

5. It is never too late to take a redress. Once you find out that you are in the wrong waters, swim out. Actually that was the first and last house sitting I attended.

Afterwards, I focused my energy more on things that resonated with my spirit instead.

I am OMOSEBI Mary Omolola, PhD…

I rise!

P. S. Please feel free to share any other lessons that you can draw out from this story in the comment section.

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