Growing up had it’s many lessons: Watching parents struggle through morning routines to prepare you for the day while also trying to catch up with work that puts food on the table and pay school fees for the playground you are about to hit.

For kids, the only urgency we could process at that time is how we would meet that school friend again after only few ours that was yesterday? We had no urgency about anything, no thought process of what could be or where it could go wrong. No reminder flashes that make us cry at night about our failures or what inactions led us to where we are. Life, to us, was like a telecast, a motion picture, a Nollywood/Bollywood scenery with the only difference being us as the characters and not the viewers. That was why during our plays, we could assume the characters of our movie Heros – we would be Amita Bachan, Dramindra, Chuk Norris, Bruce Lee or even Terminator! We had dreams and wishes. We magically want to be these conjured Personas.

However, on the real side, our parents were screaming orders, prompting urgency to act, and injecting life’s lessons we must learn. These lessons weren’t only because our parent wanted to control us, they mostly come from lived-through fears, realities they have witnessed themselves or seen others gone through. One such lessons, even though it never stuck until adult challenges jolted us back to reality, was the constant warning: PROCRASTINATION IS THE THIEF OF TIME!

Life is never deterministic in the way we viewed it as kids. Big dreams and confident reminders of what and who we wanted to be filled our thoughts. Our dreams were bold, confidence unshaken, and the future seemed, to us, like an endless runway. We were incapable of quantifying time beyond how it affected our coming out times and going back home to bed. We mapped our breakfast, lunch and dinner times. Nothing else mattered in every 24hrs shift beyond these mapping, to us. Who else to tell us, and prepare us for the future better than those through whose loins we came to being? And they did their jobs of telling us, ever so many a time they did. At breakfasts, lunches and dinners, they did. When preparing us for bed and waking us up in the mornings to prepare for school, they did. They never failed to remind us how Procrastination could take away productivity, how doubts and inactions could turn our dreams to catalogue of mapped out artifacts, artifacts that will remind us, albeit so painfully, about our failures in the not-so-distant future.

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