O’biageli, O’biana galu
My family sang this song repeatedly to me as a child because I was lazy. Not lazy, I could do stuff, I just really preferred not to. Even though Obiageli is not my name, I was serenaded with songs of how I was an Obiageli – a child who came to enjoy and not one who came to work. I was teased constantly about my epic reluctance to involve myself in activities that required me moving away from a book I was reading or a TV show I was watching. My mother constantly told stories of future me and how I would have house helps in charge of every chore. I think you were describing Executive Assistants, Mother.
Then came adulting. Killer of dreams. Opener of eyes and in some cases, yansh. But my spiral to the bottom came long before adulting. My own silver spoon just went rusty. No fault of mine, my personal maintenance officer went to the great beyond without leaving a letter of resignation and left my spoon to decay. Thanks Daddy.
I learnt the hard way that survival was up to me. Get to the grind. Hustle and hustle hard. I Obiageli’d no more. Yes, I just used it as a verb.
Fast forward from the babble. Future me, sans Executive Assistants.
2017 started on a high note. On the 2nd of January, one of my dreams came true. RETREAT – A TV mini-series that I created with TV Guru Victor Sanchez Aghahowa hit the screens. Coincidentally, the last two episodes are on tonight – the 29th of January, 2017 on DSTV 151 at 6 pm, just before Big Brother Naija (shameless plug). Please watch. Selah.
One would think starting the year off like that would make me full of bubbles and candy and floating clouds, right? Wrong. Maybe I am just greedy. Or a girl with too many dreams, dreams so big I panic. Hope so huge I am actually besieged by panic attacks. The higher you go, the harder you fall and things resembling chaos and carnage and destruction ensue– exactly in that order.
For some reason I am still trying to process, I find myself at the helm of a production company that has to create material this year for random strangers to critic. Why do I do these things to myself? People have been teasing me about directing stuff for the screen so the plan is to produce and direct three short films and a web series and also start my book series for kids – with hopes of turning it into an animated TV show. Just typing this is giving me heart palpitations.
I started a Food Bank project three years ago and this year, it is a fully registered NGO. More cause for me to worry. I sit in meetings with people talking about getting food trucks and mobilizing soup kitchens and possible half way homes for the homeless based on proposals that I put forward and I am terrified.
There is a business plan I have been sitting on since I was 16 and I have been waiting for the right time to dust the cobwebs and pick it up. I don’t know if it is this year, still waiting for direction. But there is another I have to do this year but I have absolutely no mobilization money. With the economic situation right about now, one wonders if this is the right time to venture into business.
Travel. Ugh. Every year since this started, I put that down but never do it. Maybe this is the year. Learn to ride my bike. Learn to Swim. Lose weight and keep it off.
Obiageli ‘Biagelis no more.
“Chasing her own version of the fairytale ending….This is what joy looks like to a woman with genius “
– Shonda Rhimes