By Normita Fenn
At last my lifelong dream to become a journalist will be written, the unpaved and smooth road revealed. How sad I was when after high school my parents told me that there was no money to send me to journalism school.
Beside the kerosene lamp, I wrote the final article for my high school newspaper. As best I can remember, this is what I wrote:
As I Lay Thinking
I think about my hopes and dreams, my love for writing,
I think about the songs I’ll sing, with melody sweet and loving.
I feel the wind gently blowing, the rain endlessly dropping,
I feel the warmth of the rising sun, the birds flying and chirping.
I dream to make my parents joyful; this house has so much sadness,
I dream to mend my broken heart, with a future filled with brightness.
In my journey I met many notables and will meet many more, but there is no one more relevant to me than the everyday people trekking the same road as mine. They enrich my being, my life.
Finally I am here, with my journalism education and a successful career. The piercing sadness and the broken heart of the 16-year old are but a memory. Dreams are fulfilled. And now it’s time to build new dreams. This is destiny.