Mysterious me

*...MYSTERIOUS ME...*

The piercing and unending sound from the alarm clock, my great grandfather gifted me on my 19th birthday, brought me back from the dreamland.

After my morning ritual of yawning, wriggling and stretching on my cosy bed, the first thing I reached out for was my phone. Checking out my itinerary, it dawned on me that I had an interview at 8 am.

"Oh my God, I'd be late for this interview!" I mumbled.

Swiftly jerking up from the bed, I ran into the bathroom and in ten minutes I was done.

. .

Luck was really on my side because when I arrived the interview hasn't begun, the interviewees were merely seated at the reception hall. So, I quietly found a nice spot.

There, my heart pondered, what questions would be asked? What answers would I give? When would a smile be required? How about a frown? These thoughts went through my mind as I wiped my moist palms on my skirt.

It was the receptionist voice that brought me back, "Hello miss, it's your turn."

"Okay, thanks ." I replied.

**

I knocked twice, then entered in and closed the door behind me.* *I quickly took a survey of the office and my interviewer.

My interviewer, a tall man in his late fifties, was clad in a three-piece black suit that fitted him perfectly.

He wore a neutral look which made it difficult to tell how my interview would go.

"Good morning sir," I greeted with a smile.

"Good morning miss, please have a seat." He replied with a hand gesture to the seat in front of him.

"So, tell me who you are." He added.

These were the kind of questions I dreaded because you wouldn't know the exact details to say.

"Sir, I am Sierra Blackson. I have a first degree in English and Communication studies.

A master degree in Literary Criticism and a doctorate in Linguistics."

I paused to observe him. He seemed to be pleased in hearing me speak.

So, I continued, "I am 25 years old. When I'm not dispatching official duties, I create amazing content and designs for clients." I felt an inner nudge to end there.

"Well, Sierra, that's beautiful." He remarked.

My heart was leaping until I heard what followed.

"But, what you just told me was what you do, your name and other external details necessary for this but not who you are."

My lips fell apart, and I looked at him with eyes saying, "Is this man not mad?"

He seemed to understand my expression as he quickly added, " It's okay to be a bit confused. But see, the thing is, your name does not define you. What you do gives a clue but doesn't tell about your true identity."

I still don't seem to be following him.

This time around, he didn't care if I did follow him.

"So, the answer to the question, 'who am I?' should be what you should be searching for. The earlier you get that done, the better for you. Because if you delay, you could spend the rest of your life merely existing and not living."

"Merely existing?" I let out a chuckle.

"Yes, like a dead relative exists in one's memory."

As I quickly analysed his words, everything seemed to be getting clear.

"So, miss Sierra, let your true identity not be based on your several degrees, achievements or other external stuff. Without getting to know your true identity, you wouldn't know your purpose on earth."

He paused to gulp down a glass of water. I suddenly felt thirsty as I watched the movement of his adam apple.

When he finished drinking, I was expecting him to say more. But he didn't. He just fixed his gaze on the image behind me.

"Sir, what's your true identity and purpose?" I asked.

His gaze then shifted to me, he wasn't looking at me, he was looking through me as though he could see my racing soul.

"I am a child of God deeply loved by Him. And my purpose on earth is to reach out to lives, not just a few, but in every corner of the world."

"Dig deep to discover yours, dear." He added with an expressionless face.