Self Made

     The last time he received a call from his Dad it was quite different from the usual him.James will not call his parents for reason of not wanting to be a child, he was a big boy at least he had a degree now but that did not matter to Dad. Dad was already accomplished, well enough to feed James for as long as he would live, and this was the crux of the problem that stared him in the face.

     He did not hate Daddy, at least sons did not do that. But there was something he never wanted to sacrifice and that was himself. If he worked for Dad, he would not be poor--he would be well off but satisfaction was what he wanted. He wanted to turn the world and watch it spin with lingering pleasure, to be told rather than say thank you especially when it was not necessary; He wanted to be only what James could do, what he could be and what he could get. This time he did that and the other time he did this, but he  would not give up. He was not this staunch because he really was, it  was just because giving up was what children did.

        When Dad called him the other day, he picked the phone and said ''Hi Dad?" ''James what do you think you are doing?'' "'I would be fine Dad" His retort was easily warded off by Dad whose reply was ''You better come where there are better things to do" James felt weak. For a moment he became what he did not want to be--a child. "I am not going to give up even now'' He muttered. He sold shoes, clothes and just anything he thought people needed. He toured Lagos daily and was satisfied by what he made daily. He sent money to Kate and felt satisfied with this. He knew ups and downs where inevitable but was ready to sacrifice anything except the truth to be self made. He walked corners, he did not cut them. James is a typical of many youths. We all want to be self made in this generation yourself.