Chapter Three - Attempts

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Chapter Three - Attempts

There are plentiful styles of painting, such as spray painting, watercolor painting and oil painting. I was genuinely familiar with all of them but oil painting had rapidly become my favorite, I was amazingly skilled at using oil paint and my art work was adored by many who witnessed it. I am fond of nature and most of my art revolved around depictions of nature, I tenderly captured sights of beautiful mountains, the rising of the sun, the jiggling of the moon and ocean waves.

It's a pity my father never bothered to see any of my work, as he made it his obligation to purposely turn a blind eye to it and I was okay with that since I could not force him to indulge in something he disliked. On the other hand, my mother was enticed by my skill and she was always eager to see more of my artistry, perhaps that is one of the reasons she never objected to my desires, for she could see the enormity of my skill.

I had found myself a beautiful apartment in Soweto, befitting for one person and in essence, befitting for my budget. It was not much honestly, but I loved it so much because it was my place and this was the beginning of my journey. Two days after settling in, I went to one of the malls in Soweto and asked if I could rent a spot on one of the pathways within the mall, I mean that's all I could afford at that time and my quest was a success, I was given a spot at an affordable price. At once, I took the place and displayed my art. In all sincerity, I did not know what lied ahead but I was adamant and that is all I needed to achieve my goal. 

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I did not get any customers for about three weeks and that really weighed me down, what's more, I subconsciously started reminiscing about my father's words, his unkind remarks about my pursuit but I was not going to give in, this was only my first attempt. Yet, I won't lie, the thought of having to pay for two rentals without income, troubled me, even so, I was not going to voluntarily succumb to my plight. 

On the forth week of my stay in Soweto, as I was heading back home from work, I saw my mother's car parked outside of the courtyard of where I was staying and it was already evening, I guess one of the tenants had told her that I had gone to work, since I hadn't told any of my relatives about my venture and by relatives, I mean mom and dad. Nonetheless, I was very happy to see my mother. She had bought me some groceries as well, but I was reluctant to accept her warm-hearted gesture because I had vividly told her that her lending me a hand would only infuriate my father more but she was not ill at ease about my father and his doings. She only stayed for two hours and there-after she went back home and I was not at ease with her leaving so late but it was soothing to be in her midst once again.

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