See and Be Seen
27
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The days continue to pass, each one a chapter in the story of my new life in Dublin. On weekends, I try out new cafés to break out of my routine. Although we speak on the phone from time to time, I miss Itohan’s presence, a lot. She finally got a job in Dublin and is looking for a reasonably priced apartment in Dublin. I’m praying alongside her that she gets something close by for selfish reasons, because I’m bored, lonely and tired!
Work has been great—I’ve made significant progress with my project and my friendship with Charles is thriving.
Beyond the walls of my workplace, I step into the community, seeking ways to make a positive impact. Volunteering becomes a way to connect with the heartbeat of Dublin, to give back to a city that has welcomed me with open arms. Whether it’s participating in local tech meetups or lending a helping hand at community events, I discover a sense of fulfillment that goes beyond the confines of my job title.
All thanks to Evans who sparked something within me when he humbled me with the opportunity to potentially mentor young girls interested in Tech. Since he reached out, we occasionally exchanged messages on LinkedIn r elated to the upcoming event. It’s cool that despite our history, we have mutual respect and genuine intent to make a positive impact on the community.
Then there’s the memory of my time in the UK with Special. It is a cherished treasure in my heart. Our days together, exploring the British Museum, savoring good food, and sharing our thoughts, continue to play in my mind like scenes from a movie. It feels so long ago.
Sometimes, I find myself scrolling through my phone, looking at the photos of us together, seeking reassurance in our smiles. We look great together. The chemistry between us is undeniable, and I can’t wait to feel his touch. Lay in his arms. And spend every waking moment with him.
*****
Weeks turn into months, and the rhythm of life becomes familiar. The balance between work, friendships, and moments of solitude paints a picture of my growth here.
One evening after work, Alice called to catch up, hyping me and asking me for academic advice. She makes jokes about me getting ready to officially become her rich big sister which didn’t sit well with me, but I let it slide.
*****
Another opportunity captures my attention—an application to volunteer at a major StartUp Grind event. Just being part of an event that celebrates technology, creativity and ingenuity fills me with excitement. So, with a few clicks, I submit my application and get a positive response.
As the StartUp Grind draws near, I can’t keep calm. I share my expectations with Special, recounting the steps I’ve taken to engage with the tech and entrepreneurial community. With his words of encouragement echoing in my mind, I step into the event space on the day of StartUp Grind.
While mingling with fel low volunteers, speakers, and other attendees at the event, it dawns on me that if I had chosen to follow the path society had mapped out for me, I’ll never be here, in this space and time. Most likely working at Mama Gee’s peppersoup joint.
Shaking off the melancholic thought, I get engrossed in conversation with two passionate women in tech. We talk about our work experiences, ideas, and the thrill of being part of a tech community that thrives on innovation. We discuss emerging technologies, the challenges of being a woman in a male-dominated industry, and the exciting prospects that lie ahead.
As our conversation flows, they casually drop the name ‘Liam’ a couple of times, referencing him as a familiar figure in the StartUp Grind world. Is he a prominent entrepreneur, a respected thought leader, or perhaps a mentor to these women? Their conversations about him are peppered with admiration and respect, leaving me intrigued.
With a curious smile, I decide to steer the conversation towards uncovering more about this ‘Liam’ guy. “He seems to be quite a significant figure in this community.” I smile, raising an eyebrow.
The two women exchange knowing glances before one of them, Emma, responds, “Oh, absolutely. Liam has been a driving force behind some of the most successful startups in Dublin. His insights and mentorship have guided many young entrepreneurs to success.”
I nod, genuinely impressed by his impact. “It sounds like he’s made quite a difference. I’d love to learn more about him and the work he’s done.”
The other woman, Krystal, a founder who has raised a significant amount of funding for her beauty brand that’s heavy on tech chuckles softly. “You know, he’s actually here at the event. He’s so young and charismatic, you’ll know he’s naturally talented for this field. Did I mention Liam is a guest speaker on the panel about funding disruptive technologies. You should definitely catch his session if you can.”
“I will.” I make a mental note to attend the session and glean insights from his experiences. Who knows, I could be the next big thing in tech, haha.
We continue our conversation, and the stories of these women and their determination to shatter glass ceilings inspire me. We ended up sharing contact information, promising to stay connected beyond the event.
A while later, I bid th em farewell to explore other parts of the event, my mind focused on the impact individuals like Liam can have on shaping the trajectory of others’ careers. I check online to see if I can pre-register a spot in his session, alas, registration is closed.
Disappointed but undeterred, I make my way to the session, hopeful I’ll be able to glean some insights even if I can’t register online. However, as I approach the entrance, a courteous usher informs me the room is fully booked.
Suppressing a sigh of frustration, I manage a polite smile, nodding at the usher’s words. “I understand. Thank you for letting me know.”
She seems sympathetic and glances at the event’s badge hanging around my neck. “Oh, you’re one of our volunteers, aren’t you?”
I nod again, feeling a touch of consolation that my dedication as a volunteer might pay off. “Yes, that’s right.”
She offers an apologetic smile. “I’m really sorry about this. Most times the popular sessions fill up quickly. But don’t worry, we appreciate your contribution as a volunteer. If you’d like, I can make sure you’re on the list for any popular future session you’re interested in.”
I’m grateful for her understanding and considerate gesture, but I’ll be fine. “Thank you, that would be great. I’ll definitely plan ahead next time.”
She smiles warmly. “Absolutely, and thank you for your hard work as a volunteer. We couldn’t make events like this happen without dedicated individuals like you.”
Story!
Although I’m disappointed with the turn of events, her words manage to lift my spirits. While I might have missed out on Liam’s session this time, I’ve had the opportunity to engage with fellow attendees, contribute to the event’s success, and learn from some sessions.
I thank the usher and continue navigating the event, determined to seize every opportunity to learn, grow, and make my mark in this tech field.
Curiosity gets the better of me. I pull out my phone and search for Liam online. It doesn’t take long for me to find his LinkedIn profile, complete with a professional headshot. As I click on his photo, my heart skips a beat. My breath hitches. And a smile tugs at my lips.
There’s a certain rug ged handsomeness about him that reminds me of the dashing heroes from the Korean dramas I’m so fond of. His intense, smiling gaze seems to pierce through the screen, and I’m momentarily lost in it.
I chuckle to myself, aware of the whimsical nature of my reaction. But as I look at his profile, a sense of uncontrollable admiration washes over me. He’s the poster specimen for young, successful, and undoubtedly accomplished. His expertise, his background—my, see how many companies he’s an investor and board of. An aura of power and determination surrounds him, which explains why those ladies mentioned him so often during our discussion.
Does he have any problems in life? How many girlfriends does he have? Hmm… someone like him will probably be engaged according to the Korean dramas I watch. Hmm… Lucky woman.
Lucky woman? Huh? Catching myself, I shake off the momentary infatuation. It’s totally normal to be blown away by young, successful, and influential individuals. Refocusing my energies, I scroll through his profile with a clearer head. Satisfied with my current finding, I bookmark his profile for future reference and tuck my phone away.
*****
It’s been a long day, but worth it. I rush back home, still buzzing from the Startup Grind event. The conversations, the ideas, the potential collaborations—it’s all swirling in my mind, and I can’t wait to share the details with Special. My phone is dead, thanks to all the pictures and activities I indulged it in. Entering my apartment, I kick off my shoes, set my bag down, plug in my phone, before grabbing my laptop. With a quick glance at the clock, I realize it’s about time for Special’s evening call.
I settle into my favorite spot on the couch, open up my laptop, and dial his number. I don’t bother checking if he’s called earlier. It’s Saturday and according to his schedule, he should be home.
My laptop screen comes to life, revealing Special in his kitchen, clad in an apron and surrounded by various ingredients and utensils. A warm smile tugs at my lips as I see him cooking. There’s something incredibly endearing about watching him in his element.
“Hey there,” he gre ets, his voice carrying a playful note as he stirs something in a pot.
“Hey you,” I reply, smiling wide. “You won’t believe how amazing the StartUp Grind event was. I met some incredible people, and the energy was just—”
Special chuckles, cutting me off. “Woah, slow down! I can tell it was a great day for you.”
I take a deep breath, trying to contain my enthusiasm. “Sorry, I’m just really excited. So… what is Mr. Chef cooking tonight?”
He raises an eyebrow, feigning seriousness. “Well, just so you know, ITKs will call it concoction jollof, but I call it vegetable rice boiled in spicy tomato sauce.”
I giggle. “Vegetable—what? Oga, that’s why you’re all dressed up?”
He grins. “Tell me you’re not enjoying the show.”
“Awwn, all this just for me?”
“Anything for my baby.” He winks, and it takes me back to our Hopewell Uni days, and those days in Lagos.
I take a moment to look at him. Like really look at him. His messy, koko hair that’s due for a haircut, the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles—it all feels so familiar and comforting. Despite the physical distance between us, moments like these are what I cherish. What makes me feel close to him.
“So, tell me about your day,” he prompts, glancing at me as he adds spices to his cooking pot.
I launch into the highlights of the event, sharing anecdotes and insights from the people I met. He listens attentively, occasionally interjecting with questions and comments. I’m practically bursting with excitement as I recount my encounter with Liam. Okay, not an encounter, more like finding out about him. I lean in closer to my laptop screen, hands gesturing animatedly as I describe how he’s a tech disruptor, a force in the industry who made his millions early on. “Can you believe it? He’s so young, yet on the board of several companies, and his ideas are changing the game!”
Special chuckles. “Sounds like this Liam guy has really left an impression on you.”
I nod fervently. “Oh, absolutely. He’s like a billionaire straight out of a K-drama.”
“K-drama, huh?” He raises an eyebrow in mock disbelief. “Are they getting to you?”
I laugh, feeling slightly embarrassed by my enthusiasm. “Maybe just a little. But seriously, he’s incredible. His journey is so inspiring, and he’s making such a difference and impact.”
Special leans back against the kitchen counter, a fond smile gracing his lips. “Well, I’m glad you’re finding inspiration and excitement. Just remember, you’re capable of making your own mark too.”
His words are reassuring, reminding me of the potential within me. “Thanks, love. You always know how to lift me up.”
He tilts his head, smirking. “That’s what I’m here for, baybie.”
We chat a little longer about our plans for the rest of the weekend, with my stomach unapologetically rumbling loudly. I laugh when he teases me about being a hungry lion, and he promises to save some of his meal for when I visit.