At a quarter to 30, with most of my contemporaries already married, about to marry, or with one or more kids to care for, here I am in my parents’ house, boasting of being the deputy administrator of household affairs, a title that exists only in my imagination.
“U-U, what’s for dinner?”
“Eba and Egusi soup” I reply, rolling my eyes as I stroll towards the kitchen.
It’s because you’re still in this house.
I’ll leave when it’s time.
While some half my age are already earning their pay, I’m here excited to be dashed 2k by my dad to buy the data I needed to publish what you’re now reading.
Arrant nonsense! Please grow up. My mind tells me.
Thank you, my daddy is not complaining.
I applied to a place recently but was rejected, I called my mom on my way home, tearing up like a toddler.
Are you for real? At your age, shoe size and marital status??
Lemme jaare. Is it a crime to cry? I know Jesus loves me.
I’ve been mood swinging for a few days, I know it’s between PMS and Satan’s tactics
yet can’t help but feel dejected.
COME ON, SNAP OUT OF IT ALREADY…YOU ARE AN A-D-U-L-T!!!
*sighs* That was blunt. Oh, to be a kid again.
Please someone should explain to me what this Adulting thing is really about.
Because I’m beginning to think it’s some cheap form of blackmail.
I don’t even know if I know what it means to be ready for it.
What defines an adult?
Is it about the many responsibilities that life randomly throws your way? Or is there more to it?
Do share your thoughts.