The worst part of hitting 21?.The constant reminders that you are not a girl anymore but, a lady.Being accepted is one thing and being forced to take up responsibilities is something else. Each wedding that i attend to is a torture with, relatives hovering around to play the part of match makers.Each family meetings stretched beyond the breaking point to address the hot issue of rising price of "GOLD".With an ultimatum of 3 years,there is another goat out there waiting to be slaughtered.The fun of having dinner together as a family has disappeared.Its not a dinning table anymore but, a battleground to decide if 24 is "OLD"?.Sometimes i do think ,if Romans made a mistake by including 12 months a year.It should have been 20 months or so. Life is so predictable for now. I can see ma self in the MIRROR,enjoying the soaps ,with greys covering half of ma hair.There is no fun in growing up.Do i feel like a grown up?.No!!!!.I look out of ma window to see the far stretched horizons.The wide range of opportunities before me and it will be on a sharing basis in 3 years. For now , let the whirls of life take me to any direction it wants.After all I'm a woman and I'm capable of sailing without a driving licence.
This is Opal and this is ma life story.
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