Much Ado About Mentorship

I’ve considered myself a maverick for as long as I can remember, thoroughly relishing the thrill of paving my own path and going the extra mile. Growing up, there were very few things I dreaded more than being ordinary. In my juvenile, prepubescent eyes, if anything could be described as common, lacklustre or mediocre (I particularly loathed this word) then one thing was certain; that thing – whatever it was – definitely wasn’t for me.

No Perfect Parents

Do you still have any memories of your very early childhood? I realise now that a lot of people seem not to, but I do.

I particularly recall, with sweet nostalgia, the moments, way back in nursery school, when each of us would cheerily go “our car is a Peugeot”, “my mommy has a Volvo”, “my daddy drives a Tayota [sic] (God bless your heart, Urenna)” during virtually all of our lunch breaks.

Everybody's Different; Everybody's Human!

Nothing’s particularly wrong with people who generally prefer social media interactions to meeting new people in person.

Not every college dropout is out of school because of poor grades, economic challenges, drug problems, or the infamous “village people”; not every exceptionally brilliant student is interested in pursuing a PhD either.

Not every “successful man” or “homely woman” who everybody considers “ripe for marriage” is interested in getting hitched, and – in my humble opinion – not everyone should be.