I’m a Grown Woman; No I can’t do whatever I like

By Motunrayo Adesina

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I laid in my silent reverie, wondering, how did I get here? It felt totally unbelievable that dad held me while I sobbed despite the fact that I had not been the best of daughters to him and all of a sudden it hit me, as the answers came pouring in even though I wanted them to stop.

It started many years ago, I might have been 8 or 9 years old, I couldn’t quite tell specifically how old I was when Mummy finally trusted me to pick out my outfit for occasions and family gatherings, she told me I could wear whatever I wanted. She also succeeded in not telling me to change what I had chosen. When I turned 18, I was proud to be finally making my own decisions. This was coupled with the fact that I could finally get to drive myself even though it was the rather old and rickety Volkswagen beetle I learnt to drive in. Dad had a fleet of choice cars but I only had access to that one car only and he thought it was a privilege that it belonged to me at that tender age. I considered him too possessive; he would not let me drive the rest of the cars in the garage.

I had always had a tendency to be rebellious and after mum passed in a plane crash, every ounce of compassion I had for anything and anyone left me. I didn’t care neither was I interested in being close to dad even though he tried.

One day, when I got invited to a friend’s party, I picked the key to dad’s Mercedes and did not return until the next morning. He was sipping a cup of fine brewed coffee when I returned in the morning and knew what was coming as soon as I saw him. I walked over to him; prepared and knelt down to say good morning (I knew how to revive the culture in me when I needed it). “Good morning my dear he replied, how was your night out?” he added. I was too shocked to reply as this was not the reply I had expected.

That moment it hit me; I was an adult, I was responsible for my decisions. Every other person only has opinions but no power over my decisions and I was wallowing in my freedom and expressed myself like no one else mattered. My father was struggling with raising me and I was deliberately making it uneasy for him, I could decide to torture him and the actualization of that fascinated me. From that day, I became selfish, self-centered and no one else mattered. Nothing was priority or considered important. Maybe my father condoned me because I was a brilliant student with good grades.

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Getting a Job was the easiest experience.  The only difficulty I faced was deciding which job offer I would accept, so I locked myself up in a room, drank a little and did a ballot.

I resumed work on Monday with my larger than life attitude, my desk had a frame that read ‘don’t talk to me’ as opposed to a family picture. Some days I could smell the reek of hatred for me, which permeated the entire office. The resentment from my boss was enormous, even though I was good at my job; in fact I was awesome at it. I knew a lot of things my colleagues had no clue about, was very outspoken and my English was precise touché.

5 months into my dream Job cum miserable environment, it was my birthday; Dad was out of the country so I could not get my morning birthday gift ritual. The day passed silently and all I got were Facebook messages, thanks to the auto remind app. I sat there thinking how the lovely little girl, turned smart teenager, turned popular rich kid  was now a sad, depressed, good at what I do, yet unhappy adult.

I called dad in the evening to cry because he was the only one that could still tolerate what it felt like to love me. He sounded very happy, happy to see me breakdown; that I was taking a second to stop and look back on the way I act and like the good dad he’s always been, he was on the next flight home to console me.

It dawned on me that I lacked morals and my values were not particularly positive. I couldn’t adapt to conditions that were not stated in my employment letter. I thought they were the ones with problems for not tolerating my drinking habit after close of business, then it dawned on me being good was not good enough and I knew I wasn’t going back to my job. I was not sure they would be happy to have me back.

Was I born this way? No. I remember vividly the moment I chose this path.

It was my decision.

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6 Comments

  1. Just like my Director would say to us every time even as we try to embrace adulthood, “You guys need to grow up”. That summarises the whole write-up.

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  2. We all have to be careful with the decisions we make because they tend to affect us positively or negatively as time goes on.

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