THE ODYSSEY

It’s my birthday!

I wondered a lot where I was going to be on my 21st birthday.

10 year old me probably thought I’ll be done with university and pursuing my dream of becoming an ambassador.

15 year old me knew I’ll still be in medschool but most probably with the LOML, 15 year old me was a real sucker for love.

19 year old me was close to what my 15 year old wanted but then I learnt real quick how unnecessary such decisions were.

But here I am on the call room bed where I’m interning for 6 weeks. Closing my ears to every external noise of women in labor and the loud noises from the BP monitor in the Maternity theatre. While eavesdropping on the gist of a husband who absconded and left the wife.

The hospital, a serenade of madness!

But aren’t the little babies my birthday mates? We’re somehow going to share the same dates. Cute I guess?

The same dates but never the same story!

Everyone has a story. A birth story, a life story, a death story. A story that is yet untold and some yet to unfold.

Everyone’s life is an individualized odyssey.In my story, I’ve come to realize Friends are going to come and go. 

Over the next few years, I have several hurdles to run across with medschool feeling like years of never ending misery. 

Times will come when I will struggle to go, My mental health will take a hit and more than anything I might be misunderstood, like no one understands.

But what is most important is that I feel for myself what I know that is true.I guess it comes from a place of realizing that nothing beats putting you first.

Not love,

Not life,

The mere collage of wonder that you are is enough reason to close your ears to unwanted noises and choose you, first.

And in plotting an escape (since I plan to quit writing), a woman just gave birth and I have the first birthday mate at 12.04am.

Welcome baby girl, I hope you find in life what makes it beautiful.

And to myself I hope I keep lighting the candles that shone my path and dim my past. 

I pray for myself as every other day that I never cease to be happy because happiness is the fuel of the soul.

In little words, it’s another year.

Another clean slate to make things happen.

Happy Birthday T.

I love you.

P.S: I’m where I really wanted to be today. Helping to deliver my tiny birthday mates.

Yours,

Adetutu❤️