(By Joy Isi Bewaji) - If I didn’t have kids, I wouldn’t keep a job.
I would travel the world, have
a lover in every city I visit, stay for a year, maybe two… then move to another
destination. I’ll make trifling sums enough to buy my food, pay for the space I
occupy and keep an uninterrupted Clarins tradition. I’ll read many books. I
will write many screenplays. I will criticize everything from religion to
politics to the receptionist at my favourite hotel, which would be somewhere in
Paris. I will eat good food. Flirt shamelessly and make magic from
conversations. I will spend carelessly on all my little pleasures.
I realize I have no deep desire
to be wealthy; I have only been pushed into the habit of money-making because
children have to live well. I find that denying children of things leave me
extremely tortured. I begin to break out in sweat. I am tormented by a child’s
lack.
