Some Disappointments are Blessings in Disguise

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The cold is piercing through my skin. Everybody seems excited except for me. I was not looking forward to anything. A guy then walked up to me and asked. “Are you here to collect your admission letter?”. I answered him “yes” bluntly. The guy then said; you don’t look like someone that will be able to endure engineering challenges, you should go to mass comm or any other course that doesn’t require you to carry concrete on your head.

All the people around laughed at his jest. I just smirked and maintained my composure. And yes he’s right because I look fragile, handsome, and fair ( lol don’t mind me). For the rest of my stay there in the queue, I ignored everyone and just mind my business.

How did I get there? The system got me to where I am. I never signed up for it. I wanted to study medicine but most times the course is for the fortunate ones. The children of the bourgeoisie. The children of the elites.

I wrote JAMB twice and one advance level exams but none could get me the course of my dreams. I was angry at society. If only I failed, I won’t complain but it’s the exact opposite.

I was cajoled to write JAMB the third time. I just give in to the cajolement but I wasn’t interested. So, everything was done for me. From choosing institutions and courses. The decision taken was said to be the best for me. Out of respect and dutifulness, I decide to write it but I refused to prepare for it.

The day came, I wrote the exams and it turned out that I did well (but who cares). I don’t like the course nor the institution chosen for me. PostUtme registration came, but I kept quiet until it was found out on the last day of closing it and feign ignorance about it. I went and register but my payment refused to be processed.

I was referred to a lecturer who promised to help rectify my problem. He took me to the admin building where we go to the office that is in charge of admission processes. In the office, they are a pile of papers everywhere. Some arranged on the table, some on the floor and some are even scattered.

When the lecturer explained my problem to one of the staff, the man showed that he’s busy but if I can get my own reg form from the piles of papers everywhere then he’ll rectify it for me. The lecturer that brought me exchanged pleasantries with the staff and decided to leave. I raised the first pile of papers, Lo and behold my name and picture staring at back at me. From that moment, I know my destiny is attached to that environment. I wrote the Postutme, passed, and got admitted.

I collected my admission letter that morning and left.

In my first year, I attend lectures when I feel like, leave the lecture theatre anytime, and did whatever I want. Exams came, I struggled just like any other average BUK student and I passed. This pattern continues until I was in my third year when I decided to just embrace my destiny.

When I started trying to like what I’m doing, I found out that the course I’m studying is not that bad. After my third year, I went to SIWES and I was opportune to have hands-on practices related to my course of study. I was given a task and I completed it successfully. The joy I felt after completing the task was immeasurable. This continues and I later found myself appreciating the people that chose the course I’m studying.

Right now, I’m in my final year and I’m doing well if you are curious. And I’m glad for all that happens even though I might have done things differently.

Morals:

  1. When you try something over and over again, change your approach, if it still didn’t work, leave it and try something different.
  2. Our parents have the habit of choosing how they want us to live our lives. Believe me, no parent wants their child to be unsuccessful, every parent wants the best for their child in life. Try and convince them but if you fail, do not rebel, rather try taking their own alternative.
  3. Trust God in whatever situation you find yourself in.

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