They Said The World Would End In 2012

So, I usually write a post about how my year went. I put this up on Efe’s blog yesterday, but I thought it’d be unfair to not share it with you. Besides, this one is a bit edited so it’s got more things in it than the one on Efe’s blog.


They said the world would end in 2012.

I mean, it was everywhere. People committing mass suicides based on Mayan calendars, pastors prophesying specific dates, movies telling us how it would end and how America would undergo some Project Noah activities to make sure humanity wasn’t wiped out, fat men would be commanding engines to start on their own and Asia would switch geographical locations with Africa (I didn’t quite see how the Chinese would be eating amala and ewedu or the Koreans would be doing the azonto instead of the gangnam style, but in retrospect, that probably wasn’t the point).

They said the world would end in 2012.

When 2012 started, I wasn’t ready for it to end just yet. I mean, I’d just survived 2011, I’d graduated from university, gotten posted to Niger state but then gotten redeployed to Lagos (thus ending my plans to acquire a plot of land or two, marry a sultry native and have beautiful babies with Yoruba/Hausa/Jamaican blood that would grow up speaking patois with “h-factor” and Hausa accents), gotten over the second major heartbreak of my life and inadvertedly broken someone else’s heart. I had a job, and I was moving out of my father’s house. I mean! Life was just beginning! If the world was a fat lady, she would just have had to pour herself a triple shot of gin, light up a Dunhill Switch and put that curtain call on hold for a little while, cos mehn, I had it all planned out.

They said the world would end in 2012.

So I got prepared from the beginning; I placed my order for “angelic white” baby-lace and sent it off to sew my Ascension Aso-Oke, I started planning transportation and housing logistics… oh, what the fuck am I saying? It’s not like I believed a word of all that stuff. Life was kinda just beginning…

Where do I begin?

In the middle of the fuel subsidy removal crisis that took place, I found time (in between fulfilling my daily duties as an armchair activist), to forge new ties. With no lies but a bit of self deceit, I plunged into this different experience with my feet first, never imagining how different it would be. And on the real, it was crazy. Amazing, beautiful, annoying… I don’t even know how to explain it; but let’s just say T-Pain’s “5 AM” became one of my favorite songs (this should have been the first sign that 2012 would end soon, but I wasn’t paying attention).

I lunged straight into my service year, and slowly but surely, began to be disillusioned about the perks of being a “working class citizen”. Besides the fact that I found that the NYSC scheme is probably one of the most terribly executed schemes in Nigeria’s history, and that waking up at 5:15 every morning was in no way fun, I realized that being an adult and independent was… a shitty deal.  I learned very quickly that things are always much cheaper when your parents are paying for them. Bills, transportation, food, clothes; I found myself paying through tears for all these things, and I started to understand what my father meant when he’d always rant about how his children didn’t know the value of money.

Speaking about my father, I started to understand him; slowly, but surely. I started to see some of the things he’d been through and the sacrifices he’d made for his family.  I realized that it wasn’t easy and if anyone deserved to be cut some slack, it was him. So I did… maybe.

They said the world would end in 2012.

And there came the time that I thought mine had ended; not my 2012, my life in total. I remember the first phone call I made, and the words we said. I remember having to compose myself and still laugh with Blossom as I took her to her friend’s place, ‘cos I couldn’t tell her what was going on. I remember seeing my future altering completely, and knowing there was nothing that I could do about it but be a man; because that was what I was taught to do, it was the only thing I knew how to do.

But I remember knowing fear; fear of the unknown, fear of the future, and fear of the uncontrollable. I also remember everyone that stood by me; through everything. Through my ranting and raving, through the times where I didn’t think I was strong enough to be me. If you’re reading this, you guys are the best ever, and I’m lucky as fuck to have had you all around me through what I can honestly say has been the most trying year of my life.

They said the world would end in 2012.

Lemme be honest, at some points, I wished it would. It was difficult, work was stressful, people gave me stress, and Frank Ocean came out of the closet (Yes that was a traumatic experience for me), but it did have its upsides…

I gained experience in so many things, I learned more about myself, I learned about my self-worth. I became stronger… damn. You know that saying, “You don’t know how strong you can be, until being strong is the only option you’ve got.”? Yeah… I learned the absolute truth of that. I found new music in 2012. Gosh… I don’t know how I didn’t know about these guys before, but wow: Krewella, Ed Sheeran, Kendrick Lamar… damn… so much good music. 2012 gave birth to a project I never thought I’d have been part of, much more be the one to think up. Big ups to Team GhenGhen; we’ve started something massive. A community that gets bigger with each week that passes, and this? This is something we’re going to be proud of. I’m sure of it.

In 2012, my daughter was born. The Hope of my life, and the one thing I’m most proud of. I watched her come into the world, silent and beautiful, and I knew my life had just begun.

They said the world would end in 2012.

But here I am at the end of it; and truthfully? I don’t have it all figured out, but I’m not afraid. I may be yet to master the art of having peace at heart, but right now, my daughter’s cradled in my left arm; and that’s enough; she’s my greatest piece of art.

They said the world would end… but 2012, was when my world began.


About The Capoeira Panda

Panda makes his home in the world of words and metaphors. In the hopes to be more than just a confused blogger, he currently works as the editor for an ecommerce company that was good enough to hire him, and lives with his flat mates & two imaginary dogs who get along just fine. He enjoys reading good books, writing, relaxing with his friends, & poking fun at his mother over the phone. When he's not doing any of these, he sometimes sits back and wonders why anyone expects to learn anything useful about him by reading this bio. View all posts by The Capoeira Panda

4 responses to “They Said The World Would End In 2012


    I endorse this message.
    Apparently they said a lot of things Panda…
    Here’s to new beginnings. Wurv you.

  • Ayob Alariwo

    So I love this piece :). …..
    I wonder how our parents give us so much money from their salary… I am sure there is a secret to Doubling their money… Bcos my monthly pay never seems to b enough 😦
    .. Congrats on being a father… Means u would soon have the secret to Doubling your pay.. Sha please leak the secret.. and what’s her name ?

  • justoverdoseme

    Stumbled on ur blog a while ago,u are sick,a real genius,nice all d way,i just hope u wil b consistent,am one of those kids who just roam d web looking for good blogs and stuff and u are pretty amazing,stay strong.

  • lolu

    Wow yemi! 1st time reading your blog and i must say i am impressed,besides the article you just wrote is really inspiring! There are times since i graduated that i honestly wish i could stay being a kid forever but i’m jolted back to reality and a man must never back down from his responsibilities. Congrats on your daughter and i pray God would give us all the wisdom to be better fathers than our fathers were.

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