When I was a kid, Nigerian folks would ask me “Chibuzor, what do you want to be when you grow up?”
It’s a question we’re all asked at some point in our lives.
Left to my own devices, I imagined myself doing all sorts of things.
I aspired to be an astronaut, race car driver, ninja, superhero.
Things an 11 or 12 year old kid could envision.
Being raised by two no-nonsense Nigerians, though, I always had a scripted answer to the old “whaddaya wanna be” query.
The response rolled off my tongue so genuinely and effortlessly, that it always elicited knowing nods of approval.
“That Chibuzor is such a good boy!”
I mean, what else would the son of a PhD and holder of two Masters’ degrees be, but an engineer?
My siblings and I each had our own pat response: “A doctor.” “An engineer.” “A banker.”…
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