Welcome to my weekly Guest Writer Spot. If you’d like to see your work in this slot, please contact me here or by e-mail: email@example.com. I accept stories, poems, articles – in fact, anything and everything. All you have to do is make sure your prose is no longer than 2000 words and your poems no more than 40 lines.
I have pleasure in welcoming this week’s guest writer, Irvin Quartey. Here’s a little bit about him before you read his guest piece:
Irvin Quartey is a young, passionate writer who enjoys putting everyday happenings into perspective to educate and thrill his readers. He is currently a telecommunications engineer, digital brand marketer and a budding blogger.
He thoroughly enjoyed writing his first guest piece:
My Commencement Day
“Your education is that one whistle waiting to be blown. As soon as you wear the gown, your life begins in a grand style. That has always been my mum’s anthem.
Earn a degree before anything else. The future kicks off as soon you do.
I’m a few minutes away from earning my much revered bachelor’s degree and guess what?
I’ve lost it. I don’t believe what they always told me anymore.
I can’t dance to my mum’s tune anymore. I’ve lost touch with the rhythm. I’ve gained my own grounds and my roots are much firmer here.
The future for me now begins the same moment you gain hold of your financial mastery.
A degree without a good knowledge of money is an end in itself. Let’s get this straight.
In my second year in the university, I had an offer to co-start a business on campus. I ridiculed my best friend the whole time she explained the terms and conditions to me and only attributed it to her current academic turmoil.
She had dropped by a wide margin from first class to a low second class upper.
“Lola, you’ll have to just sit up, okay? You’ll do better I promise. Doing business isn’t a haven for this. It’ll just skyrocket the tension.”
“Kwame, you don’t understand,” she countered.
“I learn alright. I just have shifted my preference a bit. I’m going to finish school for sure.” She opened the student portal on her phone and showed me her results for the past semesters.
“See, my least grade is a C and it’s only a few. The A’s and B’s are just not strong. I’m totally fine. I know what I’m doing. Besides, I’m not asking you to be like me. I just want you to be a part of this. It can be a 70-30; I don’t mind. This is real life thesis, Kwame.”
I was completely lost. We were on two different pages. She was in another book even.
Where in the world was her mum? I could hire her mine to help clean this mess. “This is rubbish!!” That was somewhere in my mind.
“Okay, okay , what about we learn together? I’m sure it’l help a great deal.” To myself, I was being the empathetic friend. I was doing my course mate and best friend a big favor because she was obviously depressed and straying. On my scale, she was making an unnecessary, hasty decision.
“I understand you, Kwame, but I can’t let this opportunity slip though my fingers. Be on my team. Let’s sail together. I’ll take your advice and study more. Call me if you ever take mine.”
“I admire your energy, Lola. I am in love with your idea. But I can’t fail my parents. I am sorry.”
Years down the line, I regret not only declining to be a part of Lola’s team but not getting this brainwave early enough. It’s not late. BUT it’s not so early either.
Lola’s the CEO of ‘Aisle Media’. They’ve covered the biggest weddings and done a thousand decorations.
I’m the proud owner of a piece of paper that spells a ‘specialization’ that would be questioned every other day on every panel.
Today is our commencement ceremony. Lola is seated right beside me.
She’s proved to me that she took my advice. She’s graduating with a first class like myself.
Lola has the same sheet of paper. But wait-a-minute, that’s not all.
She’s worked with lots and lots of people. She moved out of the school lab and savored real life experiences. She’s well networked and confident. Who can defend that sheet of paper better?
I have only one lesson to share with the world today:
School doesn’t hold down the turntable on your opportunities.
I’m not a fan of bad grades so I’ll plead with you to be into your books more than you’re into your finest crush while on campus.
But then again, don’t let this write off your ideas. Don’t decline your contracts.
Don’t you dare dim your goals. Increase your spirit
A good balance always does the whole magic.”