It’s precisely 31 December, 1984 when I had a dream of becoming the Dele Giwa of my time but the reality became a puzzle so much so that I had to choose between the pen and the black gown.
At that time, I was already in Form 3 when I started nursing the desire to become Journalist, a renowned one with topnotch nose for news as mama would rather call it ‘Amebo’.
But my desire soon faced a dilemma as I saw Mr. Ogu on his black gown with a white wig like the crest on the top of the head of gallinaceous birds. Guess what? I started wishing to become a lawyer after seeing our family lawyer, Mr. Ogu who I so much admire because of his versed knowledge on legal matters. Little did I know that the difference between a ‘dream’ and ‘wish’ is like the space between heaven and earth.
On June 28, 1990, my uncle came visiting to our country home in Jangawa village. He was so excited when I told him I would like to become a Journalist. He prayed for me and told me to never allow the dream dies. After he left, I went to my room to reflect on all Uncle Awal told me then a new revelation popped up in my mind. You care to know? Just wait a minute for the banger.
My Revelation
On a fateful night in 1990, I had a revelation of what I would become in the nearest future. I saw myself in the midst of dignitaries, the who is who in the society. With a pen on my left hand and a gadget on the other hand, I dashed to meet one of them for an interview but the revelation wasn’t clear enough not until I got admission into the prestigious New State University five years after that indelible encounter. Today, I am a proud graduate of Mass Communication because I followed after my dream.
My conclusion
Dream is that part of you that never dies. Though it may tarry but the appointed time will surely come if you faint not. Your dream is more than a wish. Don’t ever mistake the latter for the former because both have different letters entirely and should never be confused for having the same meaning or connotation.
Without mincing words, I quite know many readers would be wondering if this is a true life story of Kogi Koya or a trance? You don’t need to be in doubt. This is a fictional work reflecting the real account of my success story today. However, all the names and characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, dead or alive, or other real-life entities, past or present, is purely coincidental.
– Israel Arogbonlo writes from Lagos.
