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Even when I delved into the science space, I still dreamt of and saw my artistic abilities finding expression.
It did not start today — from as far back as age ten, when I was still to know what life truly entails, this has been my dream.
Sometimes, it would come as a dream of the night, leaving me smiling all day. Other times, it came as a daydream. And when I watched top stars and role models perform so beautifully on the stage, it kind of rang a bell within me.
You know what they say about if wishes were horses, right? I can tell you for free that today, they're no longer wishes, nor daydreams, but a happening reality.
I remember the first time this dream was to find life. It was my first spoken word rendition. The youth president of my church had just sent a note to me which read.
“Delight, get ready, you are going up next.”
It felt as if my heart jumped out of my chest and returned. My palms were sweaty, and beads of sweat broke on my forehead. When I sighted him, he gave me a signal to meet him outside. Obediently, I stood up, like a thief who was going to plead not guilty.
When I got to the quiet hall, I found him leaning on the wall, arms tucked into one another, grinning at me. I mean, the dude was feeding his eyes and laughing at my weird expression. Can you imagine?
Whatever he seemed to be laughing at did not make any sense to me, so I kept a straight face. I think he got the message because he sighed, adjusted, and found a serious tone.
“Forgive me, Delight,” he said, but I threw my face elsewhere, pouting like an angry kid. I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror but I didn't care.
“Alright! Let's do it this way,” he resumed. “You face the mirror and render your poetry.”
I obeyed, turning to the mirror like it was a judge. I shut my eyes, drew in some breath, and opened them slowly.
“Dear living... God is love.” I began in a calm, but shaky tone. He asked me to pause. Then walked forward and stood close to me. He fixed his eyes on the mirror and repeated my words, using a calmer, powerful tone. I loved it.
It went that way for the next five minutes until he was sure I could go up. Just then, my name was mentioned and I found my way into the auditorium — not with full confidence, but with something that could save the day.
After rendering my poetry before an audience of over five hundred people, something opened up in me: my dream had come alive.
Since then, I've been living the life I envisioned for so long, building my poetic potential and wading through phases.
This is the fourth year since the transformation began. I'm currently in my final semester as a student of science education, but believe me when I say that being a science student doesn’t hide my potential in any way. I am rooted in science, no doubt, but art lives freely in me. If I'm not on the stage doing what I love to do via spoken word poetry, I'm penning down words that captivate. And if I'm not doing any of these, you'll find me in my drama club, directing and leading a stage play.
This is the best part of my story. This chapter is all about evolving and expressing all I'm meant to be.