(A continuation of the story of Enyo)
“auntieeeee you are number two on the list “😳
” Jesussss 😳” ……..urine dropped in my pant….😜
I knelt and thanked God before moving in to see the result myself; “whaaaaat 😳, which one be Home Sciences again?” I was terribly angry but still kind of grateful for even stepping in
We got home
“Omonu, how was it?” Baba couldn’t comprehend my looks, I handed him the printed admission list and the next thing I heard; “oga mi takpa💃 “ my sickness has gone
I began wondering if he didn’t see the course granted me
“Baba, can’t you see its not biochemistry?”
“yes, am not blind, we can change course when you get in and if God says no, you let him have his way”
“whaaaat”😳
I was damn angry, diverting from my all-time revered medicine is enough slam on the face,
now, not even manageable Biochemistry, “which one be Home Sciences, biko?“🙄
First semester, dad was already worsening😔😔
My first boyfriend that called me 10 times a day; “Omonu, have you eaten, what are you doing now, where are you presently?” suddenly stopped, I went home to discover Baba had been quiet cos his health was already taking a toll on him.
Far from home, in the prayer house where he was, no network, he couldn’t even recognize his Omonu again
“haaaa, aye mi ooo, is this my dad?”
Returned to school to resume 2nd semester, ASUU went on strike, on return home, had a very fatal accident that put me in coma for 15days, this aggravated baba’s health
He could only make it to see me the very first day I was rushed in by the ambulance and the last day (15th day).
At 2am, I regained consciousness
At 2am baba passed on🤷♀.
Mum who had suffered more than she could bear, first for Baba who had been sick for a year, now her first fruit whose chance of survival was very slim went wide-eyed when Chubi came to the hospital to break the news to her; ” ha, what kind of life is this ( those who were in the ward ), what’s happening with this woman? She’s being here for her hubby, her hubby was discharged, next day returned for her first child who now woke up on this 15th day paralyzed
I was moved to a herbal home where I was treated for months until my dad’s burial. This really affected my G.P cos I wasn’t in school and my friends had registered the semester courses for me. All proud Fs, landing me on ‘PASS’.
I really struggled through my university education, the all-time intelligent, brilliant, confident Enyo began dwindling, didn’t even know what to make of myself anymore, read, read, read, wrote, wrote, wrote,
After the whole As, G.P will move forward by just 0.0005 point
“meeen, this is frustrating, should I drop?” 😔
Anyway I finally graduated with a 3rd class degree (for the notice of those who are already assuming I graduated with a first class) “I am a proud 3rd class graduate “
After my defense, went home to see my mum and siblings before NYSC, salary started shaking, my health began taking a heavy toll on me, hunger plus health issues, even a day before resuming NYSC camp, I didn’t still have an idea how to move.
Mummy had gone to heaven and returned, “who even get?”
There was this one friend of mine, ‘Theresa Ichado’, who saw me through these tough times, I was practically eating in her house, her mum was giving us foods on credit, a time even came, I resorted to shamelessly seeking aids from friends I knew or not on FB, only ‘TWO’ came to my rescue. Barrister Richard Akinnola 11′ and MR Tony Iyare are two men I’m forever indebted to, cos, at this point, they saved me.
Entered NYSC camp with not even a dime left on me cos I had to leave 4,000 naira out of the 15,000 naira, mum was able to raise for them to feed at home, sent 2000 naira to Chubi who was crying in school of hunger, bought little toiletries, transported with the rest and that was it, couldn’t eat the rugged camp food, but, still had no choice, cos, I had no money. To even trim my oversized NYSC uniforms was wahala (problem), a friend did it for me.
At that point God stepped in, a man I led to God, a chief in Abia state, asked to see me in camp, appreciated and gave me 7000 naira, my NYSC state coord I drew a diabetes diet plan for, gave me 10,000 naira, a nursing mother I helped in camp, visited with provisions and 5000 naira, a Tolu ( a male friend I made in camp church fellowship ) surprised me with 5000 naira he deducted from his first 19,800 ( allowance ), all a day before the closing camp parade, and that was how I was able to send money for feeding to mum and siblings at home, sent Chubi pocket money in school, paid Theresa Ichado’s elder sister, the money for shoe I bought on credit for NYSC, etc.
My NYSC was another line of battle, the type I had never experienced in my life, betrayals by the ones I trusted, my Christian faith was strongly put to test, my family was starving, even the 19k I sent from my 19,800 naira allowee monthly wasn’t close to being enough, I almost stopped walking ( my health was taking a big toll on me ),
I will send my allowee to my family and start starving in Imo state. The cousin I was with got angry with my sacrifice, saying I was taking advantage of him and stopped feeding me, I almost died, theeenn…….Chief Richard Akinnola 11 again, this man was my saving grace, saw me through my physiotherapy with so much money, funded my costly brain scan, and instead of being what my enemies expected ” a cripple, handicap, 3rd class graduate with no job, deformed with no man to marry her”, my heavenly Father turned the tables on them.
I passed out from NYSC in October, left Imo in December for Lagos, to sort myself. January, “oh God, I am too responsible to be jobless, anybody can be without a job but not me with all the loads on my shoulders, many look up to me, remember my services to you, this is the time to prove yourself “
February at 11:01 pm, a call from Dr Ambrose (an optometrist) came in “are you Blessing?”
” yes sir, I am “
” I will need your services “
Jumping💃…ok sir, OK sir (I don dey think say na salary job, no know say na diet therapy to flatten him Belle e dey talk), when I later learned of that, I still was able to convince him on how I could work with him and turn around his optical clinic.
So my journey to Abuja which led to this great mandate started and today, am not just working but own a company, just 3 months after passing out from NYSC, an employer of labor. “Who says God is not sufficient, and who says your school result determines your future? “
Very mighty lie!
I am a very typical example of God’s grace in action, where it says ” God uses the basket to fetch water to Shame the bucket “
If you love God, He will always prove himself in your life
Those of you surprised at the happenings around me, well, this is what we call ‘ GRACE ‘.
(the end)
