The Observer
By: Petra Powell, Michelle Ackon, Sampson Anfako and Oforiwa Forson (Students of St. Francis of Assisi Schools, Anaji-Takoradi)
Edited by The Observer
He asked her what she wanted to do in the future. Confused, she mentioned a profession no graduate would ever consider: she wanted to be a potter. Sometimes she wondered why that idea lingered in her mind. Perhaps she didn’t truly know her passion, so she kept trying out different professions, hoping one would be a good fit.
Every year on career day, she reinvented herself. One year a lawyer, the next an engineer; then a banker, later a teacher. Her constant changes amused her friends and family, who laughed at her indecision. But when they asked what her true goal was, she could only stare blankly, avoiding the question.
One morning, dressed in a doctor’s coat, she was asked again what she wanted to be. A voice inside whispered: Do you really know? She looked down at the coat, tears welling in her eyes, and wondered what her purpose in life was. When her father picked her up from school, she asked him how she could discover hers. He said, “Wait for your call.”
At home, she sat on her bed, lost in thought, trying to figure out who she was and what she wanted to become. Her sister barged in, tapping her shoulder, but she remained frozen, staring at the wall. Even after her sister left, the question haunted her: Why can’t I figure out my future? A rumble in her stomach reminded her she hadn’t eaten since school. She rushed towards the kitchen, only to be stopped by her stepmother. Ever since her father remarried, she felt her life had turned upside down. She believed her stepmother didn’t love her, but perhaps, deep down, her actions were meant to protect her.
