By Raliat Oluyemisi Sunmonu
I am having a minor mid-life crisis. Actually, it's more like a quarter-life crisis since I'm not even 25 yet. I recently reviewed, in chronological order, my previous articles. Don't ask me why. It must have been one of those times when I was so "jobless", anything seemed like a good idea; or perhaps it was during a period when I had so much to do and so little time to do it that any action which deferred work was a minor rebellion against the shackles of life's incessant toil. You know those times--we've all had them. Anyway, for whatever reason, I did it. I went on a psychological journey that started with "Why weren't things better before now? Because I wasn't there to make them better [Ode to my Generation]" to "We're not the promise of tomorrow but the regrets of yesterday [Out with the Old, Forget the New]."