When I was still in secondary school, I cherished accountants so much, most especially when I was sent to the bank to deposit money by my mom. One fateful day, my mom sent me to the bank to deposit a huge amount, and I decided to stay for a very long time before going home. I sat in the reception trying to figure out all the activities going on in the bank and with the customers. The way the bankers attend to them is so spectacular and special. One woman had to come to complain about a missing sum of money from her bank account. She said the bank has been deducting some money from her account without reason.

I tried to reason with her, as my mom had complaints about this same issue where money had been deducted from her account unjustly. I just wanted to see how the bankers would attend to the woman before going home. The woman began shouting and shouting for several minutes before a woman came out from one of the offices and attended to the woman who was ranting. I was just watching what was going to be done with the woman's case.

The workers were kept mute without saying a word.

The dressing of the woman who came out got me carried away. She said, “Please, madam, calm down. You can relate to me being the bank manager.”.

“What! A woman made as a bank manager?” I murmured within me.

Katii Bishop

Within a few minutes, I saw myself in a bank as a manager trying to help the situation. I took the woman inside my office and started talking to her calmly and explaining to her why her money was being deducted. Without wasting enough energy, I was able to solve the woman's problem, and suddenly, the person sitting close to me told me to see the drama the manager was acting with the customer. This woke me up from my daydreaming.

The only drama I saw was that the manager was taking the woman to her office, similar to the way I had dreamt about it some minutes ago. It looks so real, even though I was the one taking the woman to my office in my daydreaming.

I was not ready to wait any longer, as the time was not in my favor. I trusted my mom so much with how she would talk to me if I spent more time in the bank. Although I had spent beyond the normal time right at the bank.

I got home, I gave my mom the deposit receipt; she kept it, and I explained to her what had delayed me in the bank before she started her drama.

Throughout that day, I was busy imagining myself in the bank as the bank manager. At some point, I got carried away with where I was sitting. I saw myself commanding my workers to work harder and asking them to close their accounts just to see the total transactions made for that day. I saw myself riding an expensive car and entering my special flat. Then, while having these thoughts, I received a tap on my shoulder, which made me jump up immediately. “Abi, go to the kitchen to make me some hot water. I want to drink some tea. I was in pain for disturbing my daydreaming.

A week later, I began to imagine myself again dressed the same way the manager was dressed. I was smiling while lost in thought. I saw myself embraced by my mom first and later by my dad. Immediately, I heard my dad's voice: “Why are you smiling?”

“Was I?” I asked my dad.

“What kind of question is that? I asked you a question related to what I saw you doing, and you asked a question just to overshadow my question.” My dad asked in anger.

“I'm sorry, Dad; I think I was dreaming," I replied to him.

“Dreaming with your two eyes open?” He asked.

I apologized to my dad, and I explained to him what was on my mind at that moment. He later got what was happening to me and said, I should work harder to achieve my dream.

My parents supported me, but for that dream to come true, it was not a day job.

Sometimes, while in class, I would just be smiling to myself, although I must be alone and without anyone interrupting me.

One day in class, it was my friend who caught me smiling. I don't know how, but I regained myself just to see her beside me smiling at me. She scared me at some point, but she later explained to me how I was smiling with my two eyes open.

Even now, I still imagine myself in the bank, although it's too late now as I have diverted my attention to another dimension.