Once upon a time, my mum who's an accomplished educator in History, English and Literature read my write-up as I told a story and was left quite flummoxed by it.
Why? Someone asks. Two things, the second is the major:
1] As a writer, she was impressed by the literary quality of my write-up.
2] She didn't expect an Electrical/Electronics Engineer to produce this, especially as I was still a fresh graduate. It was a bit like a pig flying.
She knew how my choice of Engineering was deliberate and natural from the scratch. Born into a company environment, a Steel Company, I attended the Company owned schools. In the senior cadre of the company High School we were required to choose our intended field of study. That will decide which arm we will belong— A to F
The very best Science and Engineering students were put in the A arm, the next best, the B.
Those who chose the Arts and Social sciences, were quartered in the E and F arms and so on.
I was of the A arm, where I offered Further Maths,Maths, Basic Electronics, Apllied Electricity, Tech Drawing, etc.
I especially loved Basic Electronics, I loved Maths too. I duly gained admission into the University after High school, to study Electrical/Electronics Engineering.
This is the reason why my mum couldn't connect the dots. Neither could I.
Furthermore, I hated reading novels except it was a Christian literature. Give me figures let me solve Mathematics or think through some Electronics!
I never knew that silently within me there was this innate writing skill brewing.
A SUB-STORY
Once upon a time in the University, I got into our major super market, and bought a crackers biscuit that was pocket friendly. I noticed on the pack it said "proudly Nigerian". You rarely see Nigerian products for such kind of products in super markets like that. Well, I said to myself, no wonder it is cheaper than the rest.
I got back to my room and munched on it and wow it was exceptionally tasty.
Instantly I felt motivated to write them, I checked the pack for their address and I sent them a letter by the post-office(I'm talking early 2000). Few weeks later I got a letter from them via my post office box.
You need to see how impressed they were ,so delighted with my commendation, that they invited me to come visit their company.
I was new in that city, Lagos Nigeria, where my University was located and I was naive too. I showed my very good friend and roommate the letter and he screamed and said he's been wanting to ask me what was doing in the Faculty of Engineering, that he's been noticing I speak and write so well, that I should be studying English or Law.
I laughed it off because I did these things pretty much effortlessly, so what's the big deal. Finally, I didn't visit the company on the date they requested because, I felt I needed to prepare for an upcoming test and I cannot even recall writing them back, as it ought to be.
It was several years after this, the story of my mum seeing my write-up, I mentioned above, happened. Then more and more people kept urging me to maximize this potential and that's how my relationship with this Web 3 Ecosystem called Hive began.
Well the pig has got to find a way to fly these days and I'm still honing my skills in Hive. Definitely, now I'm set to leverage on opportunities, no more as naive as I was back then when I didn't honour such an invite my writing opened up for me.
So help me God.
Thanks for reading.
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