“You took fourth! Fourth!! What happened
to the first, second or even ‘manageable’ third position!!!”
I
recoiled to the sitting room to avoid my mum’s screaming but especially dreaded
my father’s arrival because though I was and still am ‘daddy’s pet’, one thing
is not acceptable in my home. FAILURE. And believe me; my fourth position was
considered one. This memory, even after 14 years, remains ingrained in my head and
with it, a fear that is now a part of my subconscious and sometimes beclouds my
decision making. The fear of failure!
From
my growing up years, I had this concept driven into me that failure is bad. First position
in class ensured that I got a mini celebration and fourth, a strong reprimand.
Don’t get me wrong because I am not condemning this method of upbringing, in
fact it has made me the person I am today, always striving for excellence.
However, there are always two sides of a coin.