The day I turned thirty, I convinced myself this was the greatest failure of my life. This awkward, word-eating, can’t-believe-it fact of singleness
Ogonna was the first person who ‘really’ spoke to me during my service year. We met after I was posted to a small Finance house in Festac. Something about the way she craned her head over her cubicle to say hello made me know we would become friends. She was that kind of person, cheery, soft-spoken and all-embracing.
The thought of Ogonna being single and thirty was as troubling to my 22-year-old mind as the idea that such a thing could happen to just about anyone. And then the years went by. In all the futures I imagined for myself, there was never one where I turned thirty and was sitting behind a small wooden bench with work that seemed to hold no meaning and a singleness I could not outgrow. So, the day I turned thirty, I convinced myself this was the greatest failure of my life. This awkward, word-eating, can’t-believe-it fact of singleness. My thirty-year-old plan was a thriving career along with marriage and kids, and I no longer knew how to adjust the script as I went along.
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