The attraction of young unjaded bright eyes to legendary newscasters beaming their lovely dentition through our black and white television stoked a childish dream and aspiration.
“What did it feel like to speak into that microphone and have others listen to the words that came forth?” I was enthralled. I made my ever loving younger brothers my audience with my fabricated microphone of an empty plastic bottle 🙂
Then again, so did so many other things mesmerize me even things that turned out not to be good for me.
In my head, I often became a renowned newscaster, artist, actor, dancer, singer, sportswoman, astronaut, detective (yes I fancied myself a George in famous five, a Nancy Drew and even Sherlock Holmes at some point in time; I wrote a detective story and called myself Sherlocka Homer 😉
It was a case of whatever caught the fancy of this impressionable young child which I think was an excellent exercise. “I wonder if my younger siblings think so?”
I was always the nurse who gave the injections and they were my patients ;-), or the cop and they remained the bad guys.
Then came crunch time of university and choosing a course. Theatre Arts was vehemently refused by my parents. Back then in Nigeria, artistes were hungry and viewed as a bunch of charlatans.
Communication Arts was also not highly favoured. There was a need to have a prestigious lawyer in the house, so I tried to become one.
To cut a long story short, lawyer I am not. I have evolved into so many things over time and have learnt as I went along, “that though sometimes, life wants to chose what it wants you to become, you have to take pliers and grip that which you truly want.’‘
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
In response to NaBloPoMo prompt – Tuesday, November 3
What did you think was the coolest job in the world when you were younger? Do you still feel that way now?