LETTER TO MYSELF

Dear Pretty,

I am writing to you a retrospect of the past ten years of your life. Now you are 28, and where you are right now was determined by the decision between 18 – 28.

I am here going down memory lane to how you felt when you declined admission to the university of your choice. I remember it all started when I turned 16, and things stopped going as I had daydreamed. My high school results were woeful, and Dad enrolled me two years back in high school to retake my exams. We learned to push forward no matter what comes. A lot of people said I would end up pregnant because of the stigma of going back to high school. Some even planned that I would be treated as a failure, but I braced up and cleared all my papers except Mathematics. I remember that evening. I checked it on my phone, and the shock hit me. I cried for days. Nothing could console me.

I thought of giving up on education. I decided to learn to tailor; another trouble began, and Daddy was against it. I got tired, and I started growing thinner. I could hardly enjoy any meal. All I wanted and focused on was to pass my exams. I did not know how to manage crises and avoid them crises from affecting my physical growth. Everyone could tell something was wrong with me by just looking at me.

In the new school with my two years junior, I was offered the post of a school prefect, which I rejected because I was tired of perfect school ships. I declined the offer because I saw it as a distraction from my goal. I focused more on my studies and asked for help all around, especially in Mathematics. The time for the exams came, and Glory, I was done with high school again.

In all of these, I write to tell you that you have done well and you can do better. I have come to realize that passion for anything does not last. Rather, what are essential lasts? I now regret venturing into Art as technology is eradicating every occupation in the Art sector. I know that it’s not too late to switch to Sciences.

I also regret allowing myself to talk myself out of living life while in school. I will never forget all my parents taught me. I was always being a good girl. I wish I had done some college outings and parties and kept multiple affairs.

In all of this, I am writing to commend you for your efforts to live a commendable life. I am proud of how far you have come, and I the decision you have made I respect. I want us to do more by getting into the Sciences, living life, and enjoying life to the fullest. Live your teenage life all over again because you turned an Adult too early. I will be writing you soon after we finish the above task.

You’re in love