THIS story started from last week when a rich father told his two sons that he had no inheritance to pass on to them. He told them that they should rather go and make their own money. Read on: The walk home was a heavy silence punctuated only by the rhythmic honking of Lagos traffic.
Oluwaseun finally broke the quiet. “So, what now?” Oluwadarasimi kicked a pebble down the dusty street, a scowl etched on his face. “I don’t know.
Dad’s crazy. How are we supposed to just..
.start over?” Oluwaseun, ever the pragmatist, sighed. “He has a point.
We’ve never had to worry about anything. Maybe this is a chance to actually find ourselves.” Oluwadarasimi scoffed.
“Find ourselves eating instant noodles every night? That’s not exactly self-discovery.” Oluwaseun stopped, a glint in her eye. “We have skills, remember? You’re good with computers, and I can speak French fluently.
Maybe we can find some freelance work online.” Oluwadarasimi raised an eyebrow, surprised by her enthusiasm. “Really? You think you can handle that?” Oluwaseun squared her shoulders.
“Dad said we have networks too. Maybe we can reach out to some of his old friends, see if they have any leads.” What about first-class travel expenses every summer? Oluwadarasimi asked in a sorrowful tone.
But we have accumulated enough travel credits and if we save aggressively we will still be able to travel, maybe not first class sha, Oluwaseun retorted with a glimpse of hope. The days that follow.