COMPARISON; A THIEF OF JOY EP.1

I tried so much to be happy but NO, I found myself looking up to the one who wasn't even working as hard as I worked.

My name is Olanrewaju Olaosebikan, I am on my way to 30 and I am with nothing to show for it, why? I am going to share my story with you, I hope you learn and make use of a few points.

I was born into the family of 4, my parent, Mr. and Mrs. Olaosebikan, my sister, Abisinuola and Me, we were living fine but on the average. We were provided for by our parents and we lived our lives the best way we could. The love shown by our parents was second to none, I just wished I had made a better use of it in my early 20's. My dad worked with one of the best banks in Nigeria as the branch manager and my mom, a full housewife that was wise enough to pester her husband into setting up a small business for her. I must say my mum is a really wise and hardworking woman because how in the space of 3 years will a woman do so much for herself and family? She expanded the business and was doing really well in it, to say it was a business that was opened based on an agreement that it will be closed down if it is not expanded and properly managed in 5 years but here she was doing very well in 3 years and helping the man of the house provide for the house.

As at when I was 17, I gained admission into the university. My joy knew no bound and same was for my parents. They've been preparing for it since I was in SS2 and seeing me make them proud made me fulfilled, oh I forgot to tell you, I skipped 3 classes in primary school, yeah, I was that intelligent.

University of Ibadan wasn't a piece of cake as we have envisioned it. It came with a lot of unprepared responsibilities. My days in 100 level went really well, made new friends, gained freedom (since I left my parents and sister), had my apartment after my 1st semester in the hostel as my parents were not interested in me staying in the hostel, so we followed the school rule that said we (as students) have to stay in the hostel for a semester. I didn't have anything to worry about as my parents were there, providing everything that I needed. I even sometimes swindle them, (as per sabi boy na) and it was cool, all went well (if I knew what was going to come, I'd have saved the money sha). Holidays came, went home, holidays finished, came back to school and life began to hit really hard as the pocket monies that I get from home began to reduce drastically, I asked why but got no answers, I kept asking and got no answers still and it never occurred to me to go home or ask for money in a more responsible way. I was really furious because I hated being in the dark, so I kept my cool till the end of the semester and when I got home......

Watch out for EP.2