By Chamberlain Dre.
As I write this, I wish I was a millionaire. Or better still, a billion times richer than I am now.
I write even in my frustration because my words serve as a written history for when all the dreams finally become reality. Then, I’d smile and reminisce about the war I fought every day as a broke but intelligent man.
I’ve always viewed life from the sidelines, watching it pass me by. In the past, I was too afraid to just let go and live, and lately too tired to try. I’ve envied the people around me, so invested in living each day, while I spent my time hiding out from the world; searching for ways to escape. In secret, I rap away my silent depression in stylish lyrics. For most of my life, I truly believed I was here to help somebody else, but now it’s so clear it was just an excuse to avoid living life for myself.
Just yesterday, someone posted on his WhatsApp status, and I quote, “4.49 and 3.50 CGPA na mate, but 4.49 million and 3.50 million no be mate”. If the world changes and intelligence becomes appreciated, I’m definitely gonna be the youngest billionaire in Africa. Sadly, our lives and the pain we endure can weaken our strength to move on. But if we get lost in the scars of our past, without knowing, our lives will be gone.
It’s true, people are disappointing; they can turn on you in the blink of an eye. But we can’t avoid hurting each other when we all want a chance at this life. There’s something I’ve learned through the wisdom of age, and that is, no matter what path we each take, in the end, we just want to survive.
The time has come to conquer my fears, and to stand up and face a new day. Let the hurts of my past wash away with my tears and stop letting my life slip away. I was hopeless, but now I’m healing.
About The Writer: Chamberlain Dre is a final year student at Abuja University, Nigeria. He is a spoken word artist and a rapper. He specializes in writing articles, poetry, scripted plays, short stories, and prose works. Instagram @chamberlaindre_ |Twitter @ chamberlaindre4 |Email: firstname.lastname@example.org
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