My Forgotten Love for Art.

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To be honest, I’m one of those people who can’t really remember a lot about their childhood. It’s like most of those memories are just a blur now. But there’s this one moment I remember vivildy.

There was this Super Strikas book I had back then that I really loved reading. I was so into it that one day, I decided to draw one of my favourite characters from it. I can’t even remember exactly which character it was now, but I know I drew it pretty well—especially for someone as young as I was at the time. I even went the extra mile to colour it with watercolour, and I remember just staring at it afterwards, feeling genuinely proud of myself. That was actually the first time I thought, “Maybe I could actually be an artist.” It just felt like something I could be good at.

But sadly, that dream didn’t last.

As I grew older, life just kept moving. I lost focus, and the excitement I had for drawing slowly faded away. I think part of the reason was that I didn’t really see art as something serious. You know how our system is — everything is about studying and passing exams. Nobody really talks about going to school to learn how to draw or paint. It felt like art was just something people did as a hobby, not something to actually pursue. So I left it behind.

Now, I honestly can’t even draw to save my life. That skill? Gone. I look at a blank page, and my hand just feels clueless. But despite all that, I still admire good artwork a lot — especially when I see people sharing their sketches, digital art, or paintings online. Sometimes, I stare at the details and just wonder, “How do they even do this?”

And you know what? If I ever get the chance again — maybe a free class, an online course, or even someone willing to teach me — I’d definitely love to pick it up again. Maybe not as a full career, but something I can do on the side, just for the joy of it. Who knows where it might lead?

Funny enough, back when I was living in Sagamu, I had this friend who took drawing seriously. He would sketch every single day, filling his notebooks with drawings of people, cartoons, and even buildings. I didn’t think much of it at the time, but now he his doing commissions and sharing his work online. He stuck with it — and it’s paying off.

Looking back, I think some dreams never really die. They just go quiet for a while… "Waiting for the right moment to be rediscovered.

Thanks for reading.

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