As I sat with my father under the serene moonlight at the entrance of our house. He asked,
“Abike what are your goals and aspirations?
I’d like to get married, give birth and be a good wife and mother as is expected of me as a good Yoruba girl, papa, I replied.
Anything else, he asked?
I began to stare into space trying to grasp what he meant. He stood up, patted me on the shoulder and went inside while I sat transfixed with realization. It was as though his question was a trigger waking my mind from sleep.