The morning after the best day of your life.
A random question;
What's the best day of your life?
Some fathers would say, the day they had their first child.
Mother’s would maybe agree with the father's.
Wife's would say that it was on their wedding day.
The best day of my life was the day i finally got admission into the university to study the course of my dream under a scholarship.
I almost gave up.
I almost settled for where i was.
For close to seven years I've been seeking for admission to study medicine and surgery.
I know what most would think. "Seven years?"
Oh, calm down.
I wasn't idle for those seven years.
While i was seeking admission, i was studying another course in the university of Nnamdi Azikiwe.
I won't lie, while i wsas doing my first degree, i fell in love with the course. It was very intersting and had a lucrative future.
I knew if i practiced, it would make me resourceful financially.
I graduated with a second class upper. It wasn't easy though because i got admission just a few weeks before the first semester exams. I had to quickly start my registration and at the same time i also registered to take jamb for the second time.
It wasn't easy tallying two different exams at the same time. But i had to do all i could to make the best of the situation.
After failing jamb second and third time. By failing i meam not getting the cut off, i had to relax and finish the course i was given.
When graduated, i decided to try again.
Or should i say, i was forced to try again because i had given up.
I dragged my legs as i took jamb lessons again. When i registered, i was bewildered as to the ages of the students, the oldest person i saw was younger with a four years gap. I saw people that i was eight years older than.
I was a little downcast because, i had plans of what i wanted to do with my time and life. Here i was looking to go into school for the second time, to study a course that would take seven to eight years of my life.
Not an easy decision.
This is the challenge where you dreams seem like a burden.
I was opportuned to meet a practicing surgeon. When i told him how i felt about the whole situation. The way he made light of it like it wasn't even an issue gave me a strong conviction.
I wrote jamb again and my score was outstanding, i guess the jamb lessons really paid off.
I was preparing for post utme and itwas going not as planned.
When i wrote the Post utme i wasn't as prepared as i was for jamb.
I passed but my score wasn't as high to push me up above cut off mark for the university.
In the midst of all this, i was told that my ride through university this second time would be sponsored by a benefactor.
This really settled my mind that God was really on my side.
I waited for the admission.
It was already past resumption date and i hadn't gotten admission yet.
On a sunday morning, while i was preparing for church, we got a call to check and i did and guess what guys...... i had gotten admission.
That Sunday was the best sunday of my life. I had a lot of reasons to thank God.
I wished that twelve more hours would be added to the day so it won't end.
It was both a joyous day and a day when i bid my farewell to my friends because i would be traveling and would not be back in a very long time.
As we all know it, God wasn't going to change on my account. The day ended as quickly as it came.
I was so happy.
The morning after, preparations began.
I was already far behind in because school was already in session.
Two weeks behind tobe precise.
I aleeady knew how that felt because that was the same case in my first degree.
Flights were booked, school fees paid, luggage packed, one more day to go.
I could see the joy on my Dads face.
He isn't much of a talker but he also never hides his
Joy.
The morning after and days after were full of opportunities.
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