There are messages that are silently passed down from generation to generation. I must state that these messages are numerous, but for the sake of running out of the boundaries that I set for myself, I am just going to stick to one of such messages.
Who has ever had that sickening feeling of start something new? That feeling is particularly felt when starting a new school, or a new job. Hmmmn, let’s stay with the school analogy. So no one actually told me this and I bet no one told you too, but we all know that when you are in school, whether elementary or college, your best bet at standing out is to be extra ordinary, most kids interpret that as being preppy, classy or down outright obnoxious. Heaven help those who just want to remain in the middle or at the other extreme. There would be no space for you on the social chain.
My name is … well that is not important, and I was freaked about Ogi Baba. My mother told me that any time I was asked “What do you want to eat”, my reply would always be with a loud cheer “Ogi Baba” also known as pap. As I grew older, so did my appetite for this local dish. Then came the day I was to start school, my mother knew just how excited I was. To give me an extra special treat, she packed me my most favourite food in the whole world “Ogi Baba”. As I walked into class, I felt like a queen, everyone was going to ask me for my victuals, I was positive and since I wanted to make a very good impression on my first day, I was willing to share. All throughout the morning, I could not wait for break time to come. It finally did. I was ecstatic. As I moved to pull out my super large bowl of pap, I noticed every other person bringing out little boxes of Kellogg’s Cornflakes and Frosty Flakes. I thought, poor children, they don’t have a great mum like mine who would take her time to cook this type of delicacy. I pried open my bowl and the little urchin beside said with a whole lot of disgust on her face “What is that?“
My response “Ogi Baba”, I was repelled by her action and somewhat embarrassed. My initial high feeling was replaced with one of sadness and then disdain. I went further to say “I wonder who put this in my lunch bag“. The little girl knew I was just making it up and she made sure to tell everyone in the room. Throughout the entire day I was laughed at and ridiculed. I went home that day and pleaded with mummy never to make such a disgusting meal for me ever again. I saw that hurt look on my mother’s face, but I was too concerned with trying to play in the big leagues when it comes to social status.
As I progressed through life, I found myself always running from a repeat of the Ogi Baba incident. I would always settle for what I didn’t really want because I wanted to live up to the expectation of others. Now I am about to get married, I don’t really love the dude, like him…maybe, but everyone around me says he social status will be very beneficial, I would never lack and my children will come out looking like Angelina Jolie. He is my Kellogg’s Cornflakes but I have got one Ogi Baba, that I love so much, he is the direct opposite of all I just spelt out. If you were in my shoes, which will you pick?