I hope you remember what happened in the last
series…. Yes, the thought of wanting to register for the show that would change
my life or so I hoped anyway. Well, the next day I was up and about and ready
to break boundaries at work. I was however faced with two decisions: when to
register? And how do I tell my boss that I needed to be away from the office
for three days to attend the screenings of the show after I register.
It was tough very tough, I knew my boss. She
wouldn’t let me go. I didn’t know what to do. So after my daily uploads I
logged out of company mail and ventured into the website with al boldness. And
I saw the caption again “30 contenders”; I immediately asked myself “how on
earth are you going to get in, much less winning this thing?” Little did I know
what the concept was about. I was optimistic I had to be, I mean this show had
humiliated me, taken 2 years of my life. Why not? So with all bravery I filled
out the registration form, and just as I was about to finish, calls started
coming in, Facebook wall messages tore in through my blackberry and I wondered
what the problem was.
Checking the messages, I saw that it was friends I
had acquired from participating on the screening processes the year before and
last year all asking me if the registration was on and if they could go ahead
and register. Indeed I had turned to the minister for information and
dispensation of notices for the show. I felt embarrassed, but what could I do?
I then placed a call to my trustee: my Mother. I
told her I had just registered for the show and that I was just going to try
out this last time and if I didn’t get in, I would quit. Of course she tried to
dissuade me. Coming from a family such as mine, one would expect me to be a
soft, gentle, and listening woman; but I grew up different. I grew up with my
parents reassuring us that we would be great and that we could do what we
wanted no matter where we found ourselves. My father was indifferent as matters
such as this concerned my mother and only her.
Minutes after I had registered, I got a mail
inviting me to the regional screening in my choice screening zone: Abuja. I
jumped for joy. And then I asked myself why? Wasn’t I expecting this mail?
Indeed I was but I was excited nonetheless. I checked the date, it was 2 weeks
away… I had to get ready, I had to leave work, I had to be in the show.
How was I going to get out of work?
Till next week before we find out……
Ojiegbe Promise---- GUS8 champion batch A.
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