Confessions of a Twenty-five Year Old

Sit down with me for a second, let’s have a conversation. Before I tell you my first confession let me ask: do you have any clue what you’re doing here? Like what you’re supposed to be doing at this point in your life because; I’m just running on vibes. No, seriously. If anybody knows how we’re supposed to do this life thing, now would be the perfect time to spill the tea. That, ladies and gentlemen, is my first confession: I have no idea what I’m supposed to be doing.

This is particularly a problem for me in my twenties because I have friends that I went to high school with that are getting married; I have some friends that are still in college; some of them are touring the world — which by the way I don’t know how they can afford to do that — while others are either searching for jobs or still living with their parents, and then there’s me. I’ve made it out of my mother’s house. Now I’m trying to make enough money to buy my mum a house but as we speak, I’m barely making enough to pay for my own transportation.

I’m not even going to delve into rent and other bills at this point but I hope you get the point. I don’t know what I’m supposed to be doing or even how to do what I’m currently doing which, ironically, I think is the essence of life: living and learning. Everybody likes to think that life is some sort of school where you get the test before the lesson but isn’t that just homework or studying ahead? You know, oversyllabus?

I like to think life is a journey and what makes the journey interesting is not knowing what the next destination is. You might have a destination in mind but, as I’ve learned from first-hand experience, life rarely ever goes in the direction you’ve planned.

I must confess: I’m losing hope in finding my own soul mate. I know, it’s still quite early, I’m still so young, she’s probably somewhere out in the world waiting on me but, how long does she have to wait? Or rather, how long do I have to remain in these streets?

I go show you lovin’, I go take you to my city, city
Loneliness dey make I look pity
You want make I sing Joromi before you go see me, simi…

I do have to admit that I suck at love and I think I need a do over. I have been emotionally available for the longest time but even when I invite somebody over, I either run away or they’re over my shit. The single life is really starting to get old.

And then, there is the viral question of: God when? This question applies to every aspect of life but as a Twenty-five Year Old Nigerian man who just watched Davido raise One Hundred and Fifty Million Naira from his “friends,” fans and loved ones, it really begs the question; God when?

Blessed is the Lord who has established day and night for whoever wants to reflect or whoever wants to give thanks. Lord, I am grateful.

Let that sink in for a bit…

That being said, God, it’s not like I’m rushing your timing of finding clarity, finding a spouse, or hitting the jackpot; I just need an idea of what I’m working with. You know, like a tracking number to know when my delivery will arrive because:

Heavy is the head but forget my nigga
Crown don dey bend from the stress my nigga
It’s getting hard to suppress my liquor .

Most Twenty-five Year Olds are probably fresh out of college and working entry-level jobs. Not me though. I was fortunate to graduate college at the age of Nineteen so it’s been six years on the streets. Baba God oh, me self I want to buy Benz. Davido does not have two heads now. God, abeg.

I do not want to be like David for the record. If there’s anybody I’d love to be like, it would be His Royal Majesty Oba Saheed Elegushi. My prayer is that if a friend tells me he needs one million, I can afford to give him five million and think nothing of it.

I’m not Usher Raymond but, these are my confessions. I do have other things I’d like to say but, as it has been said; Brevity is the soul of wit. And I’d like to think I’m pretty witty if you ask me.

On that note, I’d like to wish myself a happy Twenty Fifth birthday! I usually say: More blessings, more life, more dodo, more rice. However, from my confessions above, I’m sure you know my top three wishes are.

Here’s to many more years ahead by the permission of The Almighty.

Cheers.