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It was a beautiful but cold day. I stood with my hands on my waist. Typical of mum, she yelled “Lazy boy, get back to work”. I immediately bent to remove weed from the water locked irrigated rice farm. My brothers continued working, receiving the accolades for being “hard working”. A heavy truck passed but couldn’t dodge a major pothole on the highway above us, and made a very dreaded delve as we screamed “Jesus” for the driver’s sake. I continued to monitor the cars passing by as others continued to keep the rice plantation healthy.
I noticed fleet of flashy cars passing in one direction. I wished something was going to happen and I will save them like Superman in the movies, even though I had not seen any superman movies then; just a boy with a Sunday to Sunday viewing experience of “Commando” movies. But as the years roll by, my parents sold the rice and paid my fees into a boarding school to secure a future for me.
Typical of many dreamers, I will sit in class, take the 43rd position and only wished that I was position 1st in class. Then the day finally came, Priscilla John Karick collected our script from the form teacher to distribute among students being one of the bright brains. Jesse John … Saidu she reluctantly called. I hesitated to answer because of the pause she took before adding Saidu to the name. Then I realized that no one wants to be associated with failure even in names, so she added Saidu for our surnames to be different. As I stretched forth my hand to collect the script, I commented “3, right?” she gave me a daring but pathetic look like my future was doomed, never to be relevant in the scheme of things except to the grave yard that receives everything.
That day, I realized that I wasn’t meant to be the boy who takes the largest figures in class and comes home with boxes of excuses. I realized that each time my parents struggle to put garri, biscuits, etc. in my box to school, they expect box full of good results each time I am returning home for vacation. But even then, I realized that I can never be relevant in life, if all I can do is give excuses each time I fail. I realized that taking responsibilities has nothing to do with age, but has much to do with growth. If you must grow, you must be responsible for your actions, inactions, decisions, indecisions; nothing falls outside our reach to affect or be affected by it.
That stern look she gave me straight in the eyes made me saw two roads to the future; problem solvers and being part of the problem. That day I realized, that day I became time machine allowing Ngugi take me to Kenya and Athol take me to Mines in South Africa and show me Apartheid in its fullest. I am on the run for everything I have seen in my dreams. Aga Bature Bem said climbing limits is not “Rocket Science”. Galileo took me round the Sun and back to Earth and I see all these true.
But even now, I realize that even empty photographs have patterns. Sometimes we have to grow faster than we ought to because we cannot afford to say no and go back to where we are from; rice plantation. Moving forward is just as important even if our speed is Millipede’s. No one great has always had it all planned, accidents always happen, but recovery is up to the Victim. I will fight my way; I will build no matter the insignificant space I stand. After all, it doesn’t matter what name we bear, but what contributions we made in the struggle.
Now I realized that every man’s journey in this wilderness called life is tied to reality, we either realize our place or life will just keep us somewhere. I have also realized that there are two kinds of people in our sandy ball; problems, and people who solve problems. I have discovered that “Realization is analyzing Reality in the quest to find ourselves and meaning in life”.

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