I woke up 3 a.m yesterday to complete the incompleted drawing that saps my energy and time. At a point, I wanted to give up and do it anyhow; most especially the cloth design and all. I did the final touches and stopped around 5p.m, then quickly brushed my teeth and took my bath; I'd have eaten though.
Not up to three minutes, it started to rain and I told myself that "you aren't gonna back down no matter what". I dressed up and luckily for me my caring Sis Dorcas(my neighbor), she got me an umbrella which I was grateful for.The umbrella was too small to take a whole me😌, but beggars can't be choosers. I dashed out without thinking twice about my wet wig and clothes. As long as the drawing is safe, I am safe also. I trekked to U.I gate in order to get a cab to Mokola where I'd frame the drawing.
We got moving, and I couldn't be happier because the shop was still opened after dozens of silent prayers. I bought the frame and I was referred to a stall for texturing. Then I realized that my money was not enough. At that point my settings started malfunctioning and I begged all the begging I could do, all to no avail and finally came to a consensus. It was already to 7p.m by then, before the gentleman shattered my hope, "we just realized that texture of this size has finished and stalls to buy from has closed". I was angry but I couldn't blame the man. Futile effort!
I had to keep the frame with a pharmacist, since I was sure the day would start from there. I went back home sad. I gingered myself and told myself that it would soon be over.
The following day (today) came and I couldn't wait to embrace it as my biological clock woke me with the tone of framing reminder. Sleep was nowhere to be found around 5a.m and I was left at the mercy of anticipation.
It struck 7 and I couldn't wait any longer or pretend I was sleeping. I brushed my teeth and went to Ojoo to do few things before going to the framing stalls.
I got to Mokola around 8:03 a.m. Both the pharmacy and texturing shops were still sleeping and drooling in the corona mood. I was disturbed as I fidgeted on my sit wondering when they would open the stall. Dad said he would be around by 11a.m to pack my loads as per final year student something.
Let's not drift away! The Pharmacy and a texture shop opened and I was over excited. Price was negotiated and the man decided to texture it twice; as in two layers and also manually. I wasn't happy with this decision but I told myself he knows better.
He started and creases showed on the drawing with my face mimicking each lines. I was not happy with the outcome. He came to realization that he needed to remove it before he fully spoil my work. Best decision though! Thank God he hasn't gone too far.
He removed it but most of my charcoal blending followed. I was short of time to shout at a short man. I was furious but I started the shading again and it wasn't funny. His colleague (a very small girl like 18 or 20yrs) started complaining and as if working under sun wasn't enough. I legit hate nagging🤦🏽♀. It was the girl's turn to work and she refused after much begging from this older colleague saying the money was too small. Are you kidding me!
I told this lady it's few minutes to 10a.m and I have a car to catch😁.
She was adamant and I added 200 naira as instructed by her older colleague. She was super legit stubborn and this pissed off the man ....
Argument ensued and insult rained, this girl kept one of the important things needed for the work. More insult rained and the girl mouth sharp ehn! that at a point I wish I could smack her ass to stop the nonsense and lack of respect but... I CAN'T SHOUT.
In short! Fight started and time started fighting me too. I couldn't cry, I was drained of water because they came out as sweat.
People of God, glory!!! I did the frame and set to go. It was 10 minutes to 11a.m; DAD!!!
I told myself that bike would race better. Little motion lasan(alone), air wan commot me for bike. Moya(I) stopped the bike, before I break bone while protecting frame. I took cab and I was told dad had call many times (I left my phone at home because I was charging it), my friend had gone to pick him. But I know better to hurry up before she spill a secret that I was hiding. I couldn't afford landing into trouble in this quarantining period; African children can relate😌 .
I ran to UI, I couldn't find them, ran back home; maybe they took another route, they weren't home too. I was anxious, disturbed, hungry and tired. Little did I know that they were inside the school waiting for me. My phone was with my friend.
Let's not explain intoto, I found them and apologized on top apology, it was fifteen or twenty minutes pass 11 then. We packed my loads and set on journey from Ibadan to Oshogbo.
About entering Ode-Omu, the driver packed and realization Dawn on us that my drawing with the inner frame(it's double framing) was GONE😳. Like fully gone; it's a big drawing so it couldn't enter the car but carefully tied to the top of the car.
I was SAD and a single tear was about finding its way to my eyes, after all the wahala(stress).I wanted to go back but dad isn't a fan of drawing. We got back to Oshogbo with silenced laced lips, eyes soaked in tears and heart heavy in brokenness. At that instant I was SAAADDDD. Dad won't stop talking about career choices and my life couldn't have been choked better. 🥺
©tenaj art
Wow nice piece
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