I wanted to study Fine Art, but Papa insisted I must read Law in the university. He saw my talent, but it was nothing to him. My talent is everything to me. People are marveled at my artworks.
Papa wanted me to study ‘a big’ course because Engr. Joseph and Dr. Onyechi are rich men.
He thought my talent was dead. Even as a lawyer, I still draw, and Papa thinks I’m crazy. But he doesn’t know that that is the only thing that gives me inner joy, that talents nurtured don’t die; they only sleep and wake up.