I am a happy child... I have always been one and that has been my greatest deceit to the world. It took me a while to notice and accept but my life has been around a particular happening in my life. Maybe this is what is written in my book of life but the journey is taken daily and I have to discover what my story is.
When I was in Junior high school (JHS) form 3, my father suffered a mild stroke. The daddy I knew was a strong man and was going to put this stroke down like he did every other obstacle that comes his way. I'll tell you how I know this for sure. You see my mother owned a beer bar and there was this very tall man who had come in to drink but didn't want to pay and this wasn't his first time doing so. My mother was fed up with that and you bet my father will not take that. I remember the man being way taller than my father when this accountant took off his tie dragged the man out of the bar and warned him not to step foot there ever again.
I remember seeing him and thinking it's just a matter of time before this man hops back up and back to work. Little did we know that time was only going to turn its back on us. At first, it seemed he was going to get better. Our hopes were up there because I for one knew that I loved him so much and just seeing him happy and healthy made me happy. One year became two then two to three, he just got worse and worse until he finally gave up on a Sunday after six years of being sick and a year of being bedridden. He left when I was in my first year at university. I remember not knowing what to do as my father's people were very cruel to us we had to bury our father with no help from the family. My brother sold his car, laptop, some of his clothes and had to borrow from friends to be able to give Daddy a burial. I remember asking myself what the next step was. My brother had to drop out of school and he was in his third year. I decided that I had to do something for myself and to help myself else I will have to drop out too. I started a business on campus. I sold bissap drinks, then fried yam, the electrical gadgets and I was doing well but not enough to pay the fees as I decided to take care of my younger sister with her "girl items". The plan was to raise some money to pay for school so I can graduate with flying colors but before I knew it, I was missing class and at a point, I couldn't make enough to cater for transport to school. I missed tests and was back to square one at the end of the day. At the end of the semester, I would miss some papers because I had to be sacked from the examination hall for paying my fees...when the results were out, I could not access my results because I had to pay to have access to my portal. I remember going to school one day and have a classmate tell me, "You are not serious oo, where were you when we wrote the IA?" and all I did was smile.
Long story short, I am doing my national service with UNDP and still have one more paper to write to be able to get my certificate. Now I can pay for it as I am saving money from my national service pay. I am the National Service Personnel representative at work and I am more than excited to see where I will go from here. My GPA would grade me as a second class lower student and that suddens my heart because I know my academic capabilities but I smile and hope that my future writes my story as it is written in my book of life!