When I was younger, I always looked forward to the summer holiday because it signaled the end of exams and the start of a long break from school before a new semester began.
This is Nigeria. Rarely do we actually have the summer entirely to rest, as our parents usually enroll us in lessons to prepare us for the upcoming year. Sometimes they’d pay to have us learn skills like computer literacy or other skills like tailoring, baking, and learning to play musical instruments.
I believed our parents just wanted us to be doing something so as not to distract them from their work, but as I grew up, I realized that they did that, hoping that we would find something we loved, could excel at, and could also monetize in the future. That is summer in Nigeria. It was like this during my primary and secondary education.
When I got into the university, I looked forward to the summer holiday because I would have the chance to work at restaurants to make money. It was fun as I met new people, learned about customer service and satisfaction, and other things that could only be taught through experience and not in class.
At the moment, I am working, and I don’t look forward to summer. I don’t look forward to anything except seeing my loved ones and going to church. I also look forward to going home after a long and stressful day. The thing is, I am not excited when it rains, nor do I like the heat that comes up in the summer. Whichever comes, I adapt as needed and keep it moving.
Every day is just a schedule of things I have to do, and there is nothing exciting about that. I am glad I have writing to keep me busy now, as there are so many things to write about. For me, summer is just another day.
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