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The 1 Experience That Taught Me How To Live a Life With Few Regrets
Most times, we are our own roadblock
“When the pages of your life are flipped, let them show your losses and your wins, but never let them show you did not try.”
I hid in the backyard, peeping through the glass window, admiring the students as they practice different dance moves for our school end of year party.
This was over 15 years ago in high school.
I love dancing. But I am a 31-year-old man who cannot dance. Except you count dancing like the crazy Charlie Chaplin as being a dancer. Then heck no.
If you know a thing or two about Nigerians, then you know we’re a people who can dance. And boy, do we dance — a lot. So it can be a little bit embarrassing when you say you do not know how to dance. How did I end up being a 31 years old who can’t dance? Here is the story.
“I did not see you in practice yesterday. What happened?” My uncle questioned.
My school hired him to get the student ready for the big occasion at the end of the year. He would be paid handsomely, obviously. He was also given the chance to organise something spectacular to arouse the crowd and visiting guests.
