MY CHINESE DREAM…Dreams A Country Can Afford.
Who needs the American dream when it has been levelled down to nothing but a sheer worn-out cliché?
A new dawn has broken and the breeze of what we love and desire to achieve has been shifted to diverse ends.
I bet I cannot win against this case of shifting anyone’s ideas on where in the world they can travel to make their dreams passing realities so I am not even going to waste my last farthing on such insubstantial argument.
In this age and time, people would literally travel to any country sleeved up with seeking some greener pasture or another; I have been in a fist of fury battle with myself to understand why anyone would travel to a country where its populace’s survival hangs on the merest threat on life. That story sure would have to be looked into someday.
Now let me delve into the heart of this very piece.
My Chinese dream.
Perhaps I am the only one who had doubts about this said country. For the lack of a better word, I would say I was ‘brainwashed’ into believing the best came from here. Not to be misconstrued that nothing worthy was from other parts of the continent but I would say without equivocation that, the little lot that was better was mightily outweighed by the threatening worst.
I guess people saw clouding darkness even at instances where the stars shone so bright that it becomes blinding.
With such thoughts imbibed in me, I left any other expectations in the judgmental hands of extrapolation. I just did not want to leave or put my fragile heart in a self-inflicted disappointing way.
Until now, I have thought for the best but expecting the worse. Let me feel you in on my experiences, comfort and even my expectations. Trust me if I say I am drowning in a pudding of flourishing sweetness.
The Chinese dream…
Just like any other young lad seeking to make something out of life, I landed myself in the People’s Republic of China, with dreams, hopes and aspirations.
My what if’s and maybe’s and but’s were so quick to follow suit. I was bolted with uncertainties and gruesome phobia. How was I going to survive in a foreign country where home is oceans away? Like a cockroach would fell in the midst of poultry, my anguish and paranoia heightened with each tick.
No one wanted to kill me, I cannot speak Chinese, I have heard the Chinese are friendly but shy due to cultural differences and the cold was rivetingly rendering my marrows cold.
All the while I had been hastily generalising everything. Home is indeed where the heart is and the couple of months I have spent here has confirmed this saying affirmatively.
I am yet to visit the beautiful endowed tourist sites I only thought would see in books but the few sceneries I have had the pleasure to enjoy still remains sights I would behold for all eternity.
Days that led to me starting school was used basically for sightseeing. I would wake up in the early hours of dawn just to admire the streets from my room window. The emptiness in the street for whatever reason brought calmness to me.
This same street is the busiest when few hours add up. You see people from all walks of life, doing everything and nothing and you just wonder if they have the same scores to settle as you.
And the way the Chinese walk though, swift with no iota of tackiness.
The day finally came for me to usher myself to a new body of higher knowledge and my surprise at where I would be gaining and pursuing this said knowledge has since not been able to be described with any word.
All I can remember is how much I gasped for air and how much my eyes practically popping out of its socket seeing the gigantic amazing Zhejiang Normal University looking me in the face, as it smirked towards me to welcome its newest student.
My Chinese dream, it was a ghosting and misty morning, the time of the early morning when it is coldest and peaceful, with only the melodious sound from bird whistling while courting a season female birds would whistle melodiously to draw and to attract their male counterpart for mating.
Where you would want to walk quietly and not shout but just to enjoy the beauty of nature at its finest stage, usually the air is also very fresh with carbon dioxide of the morning before it drifts up and react with the ozone and produce fresh oxygen making breathing refreshing.
My Chinese dream,
Became a reality when I first set foot on the beautiful and a magnificent Zhejiang Normal University campus in China on the 28th September 2017, as a postgraduate student in software engineering.
My first day in class was very warm and accommodating as the Teacher, welcomed me with heartfelt, out of the warm reception I felt a true sense of belonging, so full of excitement which I couldn’t say to myself am really in China.
My Advanced Android Teacher, my teacher and my friend cemented my choice of studying in this as the decision I have ever made in my life, such a lovely and inspirational character, my utmost felicitation and gratitude go to you my number one Teacher, Professor Xin Chen. Prof Chen makes learning very attractive with her great sense of human relations gravitated by her friendly and listening student teacher attitude. Zhejiang Normal University is full of memorable experiences fueled by insatiable excitement.
During my early days of life, I had always viewed China as the heaven on earth characterised with its magnificent buildings and awesome tourist sites, sceneries without any iota of doubt China is indeed the heaven on earth if not now but will be in the future yet unknown. My pregnancy of Chinese dream which I have held for so long is finally atlas.