So while I started typing this, Coldplay’s Fix You kept playing in my head. Maybe you should play it while reading this. Enjoy!
Do you know that feeling you have when you find learning in pockets of nothingness?
Do you know that feeling you have when you allow yourself to learn just by being open minded; when you allow yourself to feel your surrounding?
Do you know the feeling of learning from interacting with people when you didn’t see slews of education coming your way?
That’s when you love education.
That’s when it’s beautiful: finding learning from pockets of nothingness.
I think I have mentioned in a previous post that I hated Lagos. Well presently, it has reduced to dislike or maybe it is in the grey. I’m in that grey that is neither hate nor love.
I’ve come to realize that Lagos isn’t so bad. Lagos pushes you to try harder, to work harder. So let’s call it making a better person. No matter how much I complain, I know that today is a better me and tomorrow by His grace, a better Lily has risen by a notch.
I got chatting with S about Lagos. I wanted to know about her experiences. She says that she prefers Lagos to Abuja where she grew up. I don’t know if her preference is influenced as result of meeting her fiance here or if it’s because she saw what I’m seeing after a few days in going to Law school in Lagos. I already feel that Lagos has more opportunities than Abuja. S added that in work places in Lagos you tend to work with your age grade but in Abuja you don’t. Of course, working with your age grade brings about common grounds, friendship among your colleagues as well as working efficiency.
I’ve also learnt to be open minded too.
I was chatting with a friend yesterday who’s also being registered in Lagos law school but hasn’t gotten accommodation. She was asking me about my roommates and I told her that they seem alright although they happen to be of the yoruba tribe excluding me. She told me that a mutual friend of ours isn’t happy that her roommate, in particular the one whom she shares wardrobe with doesn’t wear earrings. Hence, she summed her (the roommate) as a religious fanatic and someone she wouldn’t get along with.
My reply to my friend was that I can’t under a day of meeting (I didn’t saying living with my roommates and neither has our mutual friend) my roommates condemn them because yoruba people are said to be gossips, troublemakers and loud. If I condemn them, then you have a right to call me a a neurotic tight ass. And I don’t even see what a christian fanatic has to do with sharing a wardrobe. If at all said roommate is one.
Finally, I’ve learnt to take one day at a time, to be open minded and suck in the ambience that surrounds me because finding learning in pockets of nothingness is a beautiful thing.