You know how we all have our lives planned while young? Well, I was that girl. I was going to pass Matric at 16, Accounting Graduate at 19 and a Chartered Accountant at 24. Let’s take a moment to laugh at all this because life had other plans.
I did Matric at 16 alright – Yey me. I was a mousy girl who had brains and no guy my age would even give me a second glance – and I did not mind. My novels and textbooks were all I need to get ahead in this life thing. I remember in the June exams I had a D in one of my subjects and mom grounded me the whole July vacation. My bedroom became my cell, she brought in my food and took out the empty dishes. All I had for company were my study guides. Oh well, I redeemed my results in September and I was free to enjoy all subsequent holidays. Then came the dreaded, much anticipated Matric ball. I had no plans to go, but my mom had every plan for me to go. There were 113 matriculants in my school, and of all the 113, the one that asked me to be his matric ball partner was the guy with a bandage on his head. And no, that bandage was not going to be taken off for the matric ball. Good thing I had no plans to go there anyway. Exams came and our Matric Y2K year ended with a blast. I still was not dating, only recently just gotten my periods. I was a later bloomer in the true sense of the word. I matriculated with an Exemption – yey me. Something that I can tick off my Master Plan of life.
Then came varsity. Oh, my cabbage. So many young people with no parental supervision, bliss!! While traveling home from my classes one day, I met The Guy. He was perfect and he treated me like a princess. Then he asked if I’ve ever had sex before – haibo! I had never seen any other guy naked except my little brothers. He was patient with me, so patient that we had 4 instances in which I had to get dressed because I had changed my mind about this thing. I know, 4 instances are way too much. Well, 5th time was the charm. And I took to it like a pro. And then I just got bored – I tend to get bored quickly. And I stayed away from him. My books were much more interesting. While minding my books, I started feeling weird things about a guy in varsity. I hated him, and he had never done anything to me. You know when you just hate a person, you do not understand why you are breathing the same air.
While minding my books, I started feeling weird things about a guy in varsity. I hated him, and he had never done anything to me. You know when you just hate a person, you do not understand why you are breathing the same air. He was my senior and also my tutor, and I still hated him. That was the only way to describe what I was feeling – hate. This one day, he was walking alone and I was with my friends; I decided to call him over because he looked lonely. Turns out I didn’t hate him, I had a crush on him. A huge crush. And he also had a crush on me. See? I was well within my Master Plan. We dated and were inseparable. My last year, I’m on track to finish by 19. Then I got a job. Yes, not a very smart move but the salary was great. The job was full time which meant I have to drop out of school with plans to finish as a part-time student. Let’s call my boyfriend Mike.
Mike had to go and start work, which meant he will be relocating to another province. I was in a long distance relationship. I slept with the phone on the pillow because we would speak until I doze off. I visited him 1/2 times a month. I had no problem with all this. And then, we decided we were getting married. First, I had to move to the province – easy peasy. My company arranged a transfer, parents said I will relocate when I turn 21. 21 came and I relocated. Firstly, if you ever want to leave your mother’s house and stay with a boyfriend; make sure that he is your best friend. We enjoyed our life, it was perfect. We shared everything, were both in our first jobs – bliss. Then life happened.
I got sick and knew I am pregnant. The first test came back positive, the doctor confirmed 4 weeks. I was in denial. 2 Weeks later another doctor confirmed 6 weeks – I now had a Ph.D. in denial. Another 2 weeks and the 3rd doctor confirmed 8 weeks. I was now in Denial Haven. Until the doctor did a scan and I saw that little blob with it’s estimated due date. I loved it. I hated Mike. I hated everything. But I loved my blob. Then life became interesting, this was not in the Master Plan. No Sir it was not.
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