I ONCE HAD A SHATTERED DREAM!!
Early childhood dreams are so exciting, some of these dreams go with us into adulthood and some die with our childhood years.
As a child, I had so many dreams, I dreamt of this, that, then this and that. I had a life full of too many dreams and aspirations, but there was one dream I held dear, Nursing.
Becoming a nurse was one dream I treasured as a child. I loved Nurses. I loved them for their smartness, the smile they had wear on their faces when they have a patient, the soft way they spoke when they are about to pierce an injection into your bumbum! I just knew that I loved them for everything they were.
Imaginations grew in my mind. I had pictured myself in a white sparkling gown, black ballerina shoes with the blue, red and black biro tucked in the pocket of my gown.
As children, it was easy for us having basket full of dreams, we were permitted to dream big, have dreams bigger than our tiny selves, it was no crime.
I knew of children who wanted to become Pilot, Engineers, Doctors, Sailors, Accountants, Lawyers.....Our dreams were big! Then, we would laugh at anyone who wanted to become a Teacher, to us, teaching was meant for poor people.
Sooner than later, I began to grow, my dream began to crack at every side, with my eyes, I watched my dream leak away. Whatever happened to my nursing dream?
I once had a shattered dream and it broke my heart to watch it die!
Story By Frances-Chiamaka Osuji
Early childhood dreams are so exciting, some of these dreams go with us into adulthood and some die with our childhood years.
As a child, I had so many dreams, I dreamt of this, that, then this and that. I had a life full of too many dreams and aspirations, but there was one dream I held dear, Nursing.
Becoming a nurse was one dream I treasured as a child. I loved Nurses. I loved them for their smartness, the smile they had wear on their faces when they have a patient, the soft way they spoke when they are about to pierce an injection into your bumbum! I just knew that I loved them for everything they were.
Imaginations grew in my mind. I had pictured myself in a white sparkling gown, black ballerina shoes with the blue, red and black biro tucked in the pocket of my gown.
As children, it was easy for us having basket full of dreams, we were permitted to dream big, have dreams bigger than our tiny selves, it was no crime.
I knew of children who wanted to become Pilot, Engineers, Doctors, Sailors, Accountants, Lawyers.....Our dreams were big! Then, we would laugh at anyone who wanted to become a Teacher, to us, teaching was meant for poor people.
Sooner than later, I began to grow, my dream began to crack at every side, with my eyes, I watched my dream leak away. Whatever happened to my nursing dream?
I once had a shattered dream and it broke my heart to watch it die!
Story By Frances-Chiamaka Osuji
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