I read about Abiola's daughter's appearance on Dragon's Den, a  discovery show for young  entrepreneurs on BBC. She came out confidently with a smile and spoke with clarity. As I watched her, I felt a pang of admiration mixed with jealousy and maybe anger.

While I was happy for her and the success she was garnering overseas, I wondered if it was so at the expense of ordinary Nigerians.

Almost all Nigerians have heard of Abiola Kashimawo, his death was a shock and the masses mourned his loss. He was a rich entrepreneur/ politician and was liked by many. He sponsored many egalitarian projects and was an active supporter of Democracy. His story inspired me when I was little about how he grew up poor and his first taste of boiled egg was at his first wife's house. That was how poor he was.

Anyway, his daughter studied in a secondary school in the UK and went to Oxford University. When asked about her father by one of the investors, she said he was her inspiration and her drive, she painted him as a hero.
I definitely wasn't tuned with politics when Abiola was alive, I was too young, but I know he wasn't a saint.

The point of all this is, how many Nigerians have the level of education and enlightenment Dupesy Abiola showed and how many can exude as much skill?

While the majority suffer in poverty and want, our leaders embezzle public funds, substantial enough to foster theirs and their children's life even after their demise. A recent case is the corrupt ex-governor Ibori whose son was reported in to be living a luxurious life.

And that was why when I saw her exhibiting such intelligent charm after benefiting from a top notch education in UK something most of us can't afford, I couldn't help the rise of anger and jealous mingled with admiration.

When it comes down to it, irrespective of what the world has given, with enough passion and determination, one can achieve anything. Though it wouldn't hurt to have a well deserved head start especially if the lack of it is due to the few who are lavished with it at the expense of others.

...how about living for myself?

'You don't like cooking?! How will you cope when you get married?'

'It doesn't matter if you slept late. As a lady, you should up at 7am!'

'Don't talk back at me! Is that what you will do to your mother-in-law?'

I have spent half of my youthful life listening to this kind of rebukes and I wonder, how about I live for myself ? Instead of for a mother-in-law or husband I haven't even met. If you are an African lady then I bet you have heard one of these rants.

Reasons like these makes me feel like I'm not living for myself, and instead of growing up as a lady who wants to live, experience and explore life for my own development, I am being trained to become a perfect robot  to please some next guy who is probably somewhere at the moment with friends enjoying a drink or sowing wild oats.

Don't get me wrong, I intend to meet a Mr. Right -if he exists- whom I will love and he in return, but how about living for myself and meeting someone who is pleased with it?! How about that?