Well, probably that wasn’t the only factor that made it extremely difficult to be ‘me’. My name coupled with my quiet and innocent-looking face gave people the impression that I couldn’t even kill an ant. So whenever I was out specifically around people I barely knew, I would toe the line of behavior expected of me. That was even killing me the more.
During my final year, I decided to kill the impression that I was too innocent to mingle. One Saturday evening when things were being set up for entertainment, I decided to go see the entertainment prefect to write down my name so as I could perform for the night. I knew I could dance but for so many years, my mirror was my only audience.
“Saint, paaa, you wan make the student bore me?” He replied after I humbly asked to be listed as one of the dancers for the night. He had never seen me do anything aside class, and probably chatting with some few friends. When my friends couldn’t tell if I was serious or not.
“Boy, amake serious… Afi dance. Make you add me up, ano go disappoint.” He looked at me extremely surprised. That was the first time he heard me speak pidgin. He looked at me again and back at his assistant prefect who was my junior so couldn’t say a word.
After a few interviews, he finally added me to the list.
In order not to Mal his reputation, he placed me as the opener. Mostly, floor openers are not very good compared to the main performers of the night and the auditorium wouldn’t be filled to capacity by then as well. But since I knew I was performing, I went earlier than usual.
“Our ground opener for today’s music and dance is…….. Saint Ababio…” Silence dawn on the usually loud students. They have never heard such a name during entertainment neither does it ring a bell.
“Is that not the chaplain? Father is coming to dance? Or he will come and give his usual long talk?” A junior I was standing behind asked a colleague and I smiled. I didn’t want to go but I realized that would rather hurt my reputation the more.
When I got to the stage, all my mates started laughing because they had the perception that I couldn’t do it. I asked the guy controlling the light to put that of the audience off while mine is left on. I didn’t want to be intimidated.
Soon, my favorite song was rolling and I gave it my best. All they ever said was “wow…”
My own friend was impressed that I could move my body that well. After the entertainment, I got acquainted with a few girls who loved what I did on stage. I thought that was the beginning of a new chapter in my rebranding effort but soon the story was twisted….. (Story Continues)
Written By: Benard Makafui Mordedzi