The Whispers
They were so heavy in my heart, stored like treasures in a treasury room or just as you heap coals to fire to make it burn brighter and stronger; they grew loud and echoed distinctly. So many emotions to feel and decipher, inability to know my priority from extravagance, I passed each day feeling a little less of myself. 
I am a fresh graduate from the prestigious University of Nigeria Nsukka in Enugu state with no good paying job. I have toiled and worked hard like everyone else, nothing seems to work out for me. I manage to eat and take care of myself from the meagre salary I get from working like a jack just to come back very tired to do anything but sleep daily. They were never enough to do anything else. My parents are getting worried, relatives are mocking me and I am getting anxious each day that passes. This is when they grew louder and more lucid.
They had started when I gained admission to the university, and as the only son and first child of the family among my two sisters, my parents didn’t fail to emphasize the need for me to be successful and graduate with a good result and that I was looked up to by my two sisters. Despite the incessant chatters from relatives about my going to school as a result of my parents’ incapability to fund my education, they still went ahead with it.
I felt pressured and my heart became heavy with a lot of burdens. I could never be like my peers in school who had time to party and socialize. You would never see me in any event if it was not to make money. The whispers of failure, inferiority, pain, and fear covered me like a mist. I was never happy, I couldn’t laugh freely for fear of negligence or not putting in enough effort into something meaningful and wasting my time mingling with friends. I started having panic attacks and I couldn’t inform my parents for fear they would tell me that I was not strong enough. I am a man so I can withstand this little situation. Being a graduate without anything substantial worsened the issue. They were just too much for me to handle. This was how people usually get high blood pressure from thinking too much and die. I hear cases of so many adults like that and I am just twenty-six. What can I do? How do I stop this? I don’t want to die, I need to do something, yes before a drastic thing happens.
Courtesy to the youths about the chapters and pressures in life.