I wanted to be an adult so bad that I would cry at every little inconvenience. There were a lot of things I wanted to do and I would be told no.

My imagination back then was all about being an adult and getting to do adult things like carving my brows as my aunt would do. I did try it and ended up going to school with one eyebrow on my face as I had shaved the other, entirely off.

Being placed at the kids pool was boring to me. I wanted to be in the adult section where they were laughing and doing stunts.

As a junk thriver, I wanted to grow and have lots of money so I could buy all the snacks in the canteen and markets.

I am grown. I’m an adult, in my twenties and I still cry at every little inconvenience. I can’t even do basic makeup. I can’t swim because of fear of drowning and I can’t afford all the snacks on the shelf of a canteen store.

My life was so much better as a kid. I have access to unlimited books, devices and snacks from people and relatives who found me pretty.

I didn’t have to work and worry about the economy or what the news said. 

I wanted to be an adult, now I want to be a kid.