It’s fun to dream. Being raised in a society where the belief that humans would be given a second chance to come back to life was huge, gives room for imagination to go wild.
The usual tale goes that by the second time around one would have a choice to tweak certain things they’d prefer to be different from the previous live.
So here goes how I would love to come back.
Most tales I heard was about coming through the same parents, since I love my parents, that is easy part. Also, I would stick to my gender too but this time I will be sure careful about location.
Let’s see… if I had to give being Hausa/Fulani a go. This wouldn’t be far fetched given my father can easily pass for a Fulani and mother Hausa. I know having the same parents, they wouldn’t be from a royal family so no princess-y treats for me.
Thinking more of ME now as this is what it’s all about – I wouldn’t want to have blood of anyone in my hand like the case of 14 year old Wasila Tasi’u who became the 3rd wife of 35 year old Umar Sani of Kano. Wasila had it all about being on sex time table at a tender age, she gave up so poisoned Umar – sad indeed. Now, Wasila faces death penalty as the request to move her case to a juvenile court was rejected, case adjourned to February.
I can’t trust myself not to be another Wasila if I were in her shoe. So, no thank you to the north.
Now, as I wait with he creator, I would give southwest a good thought – been there, done that. I will have to think deeply here as the pull likely to be strong. Then, I’d remind myself of an event of years ago when my father was having his very own mid-life crisis and said to me that he’s sorry he can’t buy Christmas clothes (wearing new cloths is important to children as it is their only festive gift) so instead he bought my two cousins new outfits. My father’s explanation then was that, they were boys and may turn out to be his only hope in old age. Cousins were both a few years younger than me and lived with my family at the time.
So, I’d say, I know things were different now – all jolly, but why must one had to deal with that nonsense – so no thank you.
That leaves me with Igbo. I still will not be an Ada. My older sister is well-suited for that role as she is calm. My mother would have been Ada, so great, in present life, she plays Ada role but none of the credits. I loved the ripple effect of Ada tradition. So ripple effect that trickles down will be enough.
As we say – B’ori kan ba sunwon a ran’gba – One ‘good’ head effects two hundred.
Seeing things differently from what they are is fun, allows for creative energy to flow.