I’ve always had a passion for football, even since my childhood days. I love football because whenever the ball’s at my feet, I always know what to do with it, whether to pass, dribble, shoot or keep hold of it for my teammates to be able to get into better positions so I can think of the next move. I feel a connection with everything football-related, with the football itself, with my fellow players, and even with the football pitch. Obviously, I was the best footballer in my school days and here’s a little story about myself.
My school usually holds her interhouse sports competition biennially and the great thing about it, for me, was the football competition that begins a month before the main interhouse sports competition. Before the main football competition, friendlies are usually played between any of the houses and many of the football players would use this opportunity to showcase a bit of the ball control or dribbling techniques they had learned within the past few months. More often than not, I don’t participate in any of the friendly matches because, well, they are just friendlies so they do not add to the team’s points for the main competition. Another great thing about the football competition is the fact that football scouts from national football clubs attend my school’s football competition and that, for me, is the perfect opportunity to be recruited as I planned to become a world class football player for as long as I can.
So, I set out to actualize my goal and started practicing very early into the year (the football competition usually holds from April through June) for the interhouse sports football competition. Whenever I watch video clips of professional footballers practicing, I realize that their training routine is almost the same as everyone’s except that they just don’t practice for playing football, instead, they try as much as possible to play the perfect kind of football, and I mean making the perfect pass to a player who perfectly controls the football and perfectly balances himself to take the perfect shot at the goal with perfect timing. Being perfect or at the very least, close to perfect makes them world-class and that was just how I wanted to be. I would try as much as possible to replicate whatever I see them do during football matches, whether it be free kicks, penalty shoot-outs, ball control, scoring technique or whatever, I just try to learn it and know when to apply it to my own football matches and I felt very satisfied whenever I am able to perform any one of the skills I picked up from the world professionals.
On a Sunday, after the church service, I went out to play football with the other teenage boys around my house and something devastating happened to me that day. As the game went on, my team and the opposing team was still locked in a tie and both sides were really desperate to win the match. After a while, my teammate passed the ball to me and I saw a very good opportunity to break the tie and win the game and went for it. I ran a short distance towards the opposing goal and covered the space between me and the goalkeeper, dribbled past two defenders and faked a shot at the goalie, he helplessly fell for it and at this time, I could already hear the audience chanting my name and this gave my adrenaline a boost and as I steadied myself to take a shot and finalize a goal, little did I know that a defender was just behind me and he violently slide-tackled me and I fell hard to the bare ground and immediately, I felt immense pain in my right leg and I gave out a loud cry and held the leg and was rolling on the dirt. In that moment of great pain, all the adrenaline I previously felt was all drained from my system and all I could comprehend was pain.
Some of the spectators came to my aid and hurriedly took me to a nearby hospital but I couldn’t recall what happened after that as I passed out from bumping my head on the bare ground. When I regained consciousness, I found myself in a not-so-big hospital room and as I lay there, I realized that my leg had a sort of numb feeling and my heart skipped a beat when I saw my right leg bandaged in P.O.P. I tried moving but immediately felt the need to keep still as my leg hurt, badly. I was discharged the next day. When I got home, my dad told me that the doctor who treated me said to not use the leg for any rigorous activity, especially football, as my ankle was badly sprained and any form of additional stress to the bad ankle could mean I would never get to use the leg ever again. This piece of information really sank my heart as all my hopes of participating in the forthcoming football competition and get picked by scouts was now a mere illusion at my face.
Two weeks after the incident and I was still feeling the pain from the incident as though it was yesterday. I would stare helplessly from my balcony at people playing football and wish to once again be a part of them, but I was stuck to a wheelchair and the hurt leg was not making things any better as it just kept hurting me badly. Still, deep in me, I was very sure I still had a fighting chance, as long as my legs were not amputated. I set out to do the seemingly impossible and started how to walk again without any form of assistance like before. In my room, when I was alone, I decided to try standing erect without holding anything. As I began to slowly get up, I could feel the pain starting to surface and my legs started shaking, but that didn’t make me stop. I kept going till I finally stood erect but almost immediately, I fell back to my wheelchair. I felt very satisfied with the little progress I had just made and that gave me a nuance of hope.
The next morning I happily told my parents of the event that occurred last night and my mum was almost as elated as I was, but my dad was a whole different case as he violently told me to not attempt to force a quick recovery and eventually harm myself in the long run. I knew he was right but I really wanted to participate in the football competition which was now barely six weeks away. It would be the last I participate in in my school as I was in my final class and it would be the only opportunity I had to be picked by scouts and kick off my football career. My parents could not afford to get me into a good enough football training school and this football competition was to be my big break. Though I agreed with my dad, I just couldn’t miss this ample opportunity. So I continued practicing how to get back on my feet but this time, I didn’t my parents any update about it. After I felt comfortable standing on my feet (even though I couldn’t stand for very long periods), I decided to up my game and take a few steps with the leg. After standing up, I slowly placed my left foot in front of my right foot and again, I slowly put the left foot in front of my right foot and by this time, I was already feeling the pain building up inside of me and I fell to the floor as I couldn’t take the pain any longer. On the floor, I was already sweating and as I sat upright, I saw a smiling mum and I thought I was in trouble but instead of scolding me, she gave a light clap and nodded her head and said if I continued trying hard, I could be able to participate in the football competition. Sincerely, those words gave me more recovery than trying to walk with a bad ankle. She helped me up and helped me to walk to the door and back to my wheelchair. With her helping me out, I didn’t notice the pain much.
The next day, she got me a walking stick to help me and it really helped out as before the week’s end, I could walk short distances without assistance and could walk more with the walking stick playing its role very well. My dad was not quite happy that I was stressing the ankle but when mom talked to him about it, he was okay with it as long as it didn’t lead to more problems. With both their help, I was able to get on my feet comfortably within the next two weeks, which left me with just three weeks to properly get in shape for the competition and I made sure to not waste a single minute in it. I went back to practicing my perfection skills and though I still felt a little pain whenever I try to use the ankle to play curved passes or shots, I didn’t let that to derail me or make me less confident of my overall skillset.
With just a week to the start of the football competition, registration of teams commenced and friendlies also began. As expected, I got drafted by the school’s team but this year’s competition would take a different form than the previous years. This year, the competition would be between schools and only two teams from the same school could participate in the competition. Eight schools with a total of sixteen teams were going to participate in the competition and the grand prize would be a pure gold trophy for the winning team and cash prizes for all the team players. This was a very good one, but the ultimate prize every future footballer wanted was the all-expense-paid trip to England to showcase your potential for a division one football club. This was the jaw-dropper of the competition and was available to only the best player in the football competition. It was the first time a prize like that was ever introduced and I already knew this would be a tough one as I knew little or nothing of the other teams and their players but still I was very determined to be the very best the judges would ever see in the competition.
My school being very prominent for producing the best footballers in the neighborhood organized a friendly match for the two teams representing her to ensure that only the best players around made the teams and this was scheduled to hold in the middle of the week and I really needed this chance to test out the effectiveness of my right foot as to ascertain how well I had recovered from the injury I had. So, the day for the friendly came sooner than expected and the match kicked off. During the match, I realized that I had improved on the foot but still felt pain when I wanted to run long distances while controlling the ball at my feet. This would prove a problem because I was a striking player and always needed to be on alert, especially when my teammate was in possession of the ball, so, I had to devise a means for me to be able to do just that. The first idea that came to my mind was to ask the coach to substitute me into the game at the second half so that I’ll would have enough energy to be able to go long distances when needed. But I was afraid that this could affect my overall performance and the judges would see me as a half-baked player but this was the only reasonable idea I had, so, I had to go with it, whether I like it or not. At least, it would be better for the judges to see a very good half-baked player than a not so good full time player, and so I took comfort in knowing that I’ll make very good use of the little time I had on the field.
At the week’s end, the table for the round of sixteen was released and every team knew her opponent. The football competition would take place within a month but the final would be played on the day of the celebration of the inter-house sports and then the winners of the trophy and the best player would be announced on the same day. The round of sixteen would last for four days with four teams playing against each other in this four days, then the remaining eight teams would play the next week and so on till it was just two teams remaining for the final match. Next week came so soon for me as I had decided to take a few days break from football to allow my ankle some time off before I start using it very vigorously. My team were to play on the third day. So, we just went to the stadium to observe the first eight teams playing and I had to admit, they were all very good. Six out of the first eight games had to end in a penalty shoot-out. The remaining two ended with a goal difference of not more than a goal and this goal usually came in at the injury time and the other team had not enough time to get back into the game before the final whistle went off. I was amused, very amused.
When our day came, I sat out the first half but was determined to make sure we didn’t just win but we won with certainty. The match kicked off, few minutes into the game and the opposing team had tried to score a goal against us, twice and from the bench, I could tell this was going to be a tough match. My team continued to be on the defense and had not even tried to attempt a goal, more than two times without any success. Eventually, the offensive nature of the opposing team paid off and they got a goal before the half time whistle went off. The school coach signaled at me to get ready for the second half and I stood up, stretched a bit and went to join my teammates in the dressing room, where they all look beat. The coach joined us and gave instructions to us. He wanted us to stop playing defensive so much but use it as a trap to lure the key players of the opposing team away from their defenders and then we would counter attack very fast before they could get back in formation. I liked the idea and already knew I would be making a run for it to be possible. So the second half started and I was in the game. As expected, the opposing team immediately started attacking and pressing high into our own half. I stayed alert with my striking partner while my other teammates kept passing the ball deep into our defense to further lure the opposing players away. When we had taken them deep enough, one of our defenders immediately passed to our goalkeeper who punted the ball very hard to my direction. I saw it coming on time and got in front of the defender around me to block him from getting to the ball. I trapped the ball well enough and created space for me to also give a good enough through pass to my partner who was already making a run towards the opposing goal. The through pass was successful and he ran towards the ball with the defenders now behind him and took control of the ball. He dashed towards the goal keeper and as the goal keeper tried to intimidate him by coming forward and spreading his hands, he quickly took a shot that went between the open legs of the goalkeeper and bam, we had our equalizing goal. The crowd went wild and I felt my adrenaline fire up and eager for more goals, and I did just that, I scored a header towards the end of the game and this secured our spot in the round of eight.
I had never felt so weak and scared when the game was less than five minutes to round up and the opposing team was leading two goals to one in the semifinal match. I looked at the faces of my teammates and I could see the despair in the eyes, some more than others and this really made me to regret not taking a shot at the goal when there was a chance, instead I tried to dribble him, which didn’t end well. But in my heart I still had a little hope and silently prayed to God to help us out and change the match in our favor and it seemed as if he was waiting for me to ask. A player from the opposing team tried to make a through pass to his teammate but it wasn’t able to get to him as my teammate intercepted the ball. He immediately passed the ball towards our goal in order for us to push inside and when we were in position waiting for a good pass, a long through pass came in hot and fast and I responded immediately by running for it and luckily, I took control of the ball and took a brief look at the opposing goalkeeper and noticed he was trying to move to his goalpost using his back and I immediately saw a scoring opportunity and moved the ball forward to give myself enough space to take a clean shot and when I had enough space, I took a very powerful curved shot and I felt the pain in my ankle surface and as I watched the ball curve into the top left corner of the goal post and that just made the pain to feel less important as I was joyous. My teammates ran toward me and fell on my top as we celebrated though we knew that it would take more than a miracle to change the direction of the game. The opposing team kicked off and tried to stall the game by passing the ball to their goalkeeper but my team didn’t relent, instead, we attempted to press higher towards their goal and hoped for a miracle as there was less than two minutes to the end of the game. Just as they were trying to stall, they flopped and couldn’t hold on to the ball and since we were dangerously close to their goal post, we didn’t let that golden opportunity pass by. The ball was passed to me and I gave a one touch assist to a teammate nearby and he gracefully took a shot at the goal which found its way to the back of the net. At that moment, I was in nowhere but cloud nine and in such state of euphoria, I just dropped down to the grass and gave a very deep sigh. We went into extra time and we made sure to show the opposing team the reason why we were the best team around. The match ended with netting two more goals to finalize our spot in the finals and this really made me to shed tears of joy.
The few days before the D-day was really short and dreadful in my eyes. I kept having doubts about how we would perform then and there and this really gave my quite some sleepless nights. Then I’d remember the amazing curve shot I used to score in the semifinal match and I’d just smiled to myself and felt good that all my practice paid off when it did. This and the support I got from my parents, especially my dad, kept me going and hopeful.
And finally, the D-day came and there we were, in the middle of dozens of spectators who were busy speculating on who would win the trophy. Many of them supported my team and many more supported me. In the midst of them was my father, beaming with smiles and my mom almost shedding tears. I was happy too but was more concerned on my parents and kept wondering why they were so happy. I mean, the game hasn’t even begun but as long as they were happy, I was happy. We recited the national anthem, exchanged pendants like professional football clubs would do. Then we kicked off and both went heads first into the match. Both teams were very good and this really made it hard to get any goals in the first half of the game but the second half of the game really brought the much needed change to the game. We scored a goal few minutes after the kickoff of the second half and the opposing team didn’t take it quite well and increased their pressure on us. This really made us to become more defensive than offensive and this kept on for a while but as desperate to equalize as they were, we were more desperate to maintain the status quo and if given the chance, increase our lead. The match was getting to the last minute and the spectators were now getting louder in their chanting but still, I wanted to add a goal to our tally and was looking for the perfect chance but the possibility of this was very slim. When I realized that if I didn’t act soon, there would never be a perfect so I decided to create the perfect chance myself.
I signaled for the ball to be passed to me and when it eventually got to me, I started to do what I did best when determined to score a goal, I started to speed dribble and this basically means dribbling while you’re running with the ball and still keep the ball under control and still in possession. I’ve watched lots of good football players do it and kind of picked it up from the videos. As I dashed past the midfielders and towards the defenders, I remembered how I got my ankle injury and almost lost concentration but I was already far into the half part of the opposing field and none of my teammates was close enough to receive a good pass from me, so I had to finish what I started and strike while the iron was still hot and that is just what I did, I started to slow down a bit and two defenders went saw an opportunity to repossess the ball but I quickly did a body feint and threw one of them off balance and quickly moved past him before he recovered and this left me with the remaining defender who was taking caution not to be tricked like his teammate but that didn’t stop me from quickly alternating my speed by attempting to dash past him and then slowing down almost immediately and this did almost nothing to faze him. This kind of shocked me as this move of mine always worked. But I had to act fast to avoid other defenders joining up with him and overpowering me so I just used the outside of my foot to move the ball away from myself and created enough space to take a shot at the goal since that was like the only option I had. The took the shot after balancing myself and the shot was more powerful than I thought it would be, considering I took the shot with my weak foot and from quite some distance from the goal post. Sincerely speaking, l expected the goal keeper to catch it but to the surprise of even the spectators, he just stood still and the ball went in.
When I scored the goal, I didn’t even know whether to be happy because it looked so easy. While I was still contemplating on what to do, my teammates grabbed me by my hands and legs and threw me into the air continuously until they got tired. Turns out that the final match was rather easier than the previous ones. But in the end, it all paid off and we won the match with two goals to nil. So, while we knew just the team who the gold trophy belonged to, it was left to the judges to decide who the best player would be. Personally, I really wanted it to be me and I knew I had a chance but who knows? Anyone could be the lucky one.
HARDWORK AND RIGHT FOCUS[THE RECIPE FOR SUCCESS]
Hello? Hello? Janet can you hear me? It’s me roseline, im held up in traffic could you please reserve a seat for me at the front row in the class?. Thank you so much, I will explain to you later why I am late. Roseline hanged up the phone. She had a very important class that morning but her grandmother fell down the stairs and since she was the only one at home, she will leave for school. She was already running late as at the time she left her grandmother’s ward and now the traffic was not helping matters.
Roseline finally arrived class about five minutes late and thanked her stars that attendance had not been taken. She quickly made her way to the front row carefully avoiding the intense stares of her fellow course mates and the lecturer. After she was the comfortably seated, a shrill voice came piercing through the ears.it came was the lecturers. “Young, having interrupted my class, step forward and give me a concise and clear explanation of the topic written on the board”. Rosaline was stunned and she made her way out with the aim of pleading with the strict lecturer but before she would utter a word, the lecturer said, “You can go on am all ears”, she looked up and saw the topic “philosophy” boldly written on the board. She had read a book on it but never knew it would come to in handy someday. As she was still thinking, a voice brought her to reality saying, “Young lady, if within the next fifteen (15) seconds you still don’t know what to talk on this topic, it would be good as dropping this course for the semester. She was immediately shocked and soon started talking. She gave series of definition of philosophy by philosophers like Russell, Sidney hook and many others. She emphasised on Ludwig wihgenstein who defined it as “battle against the bewitchment of our intelligence by means of language”. She went further to discuss the misconception, methodological features, and the tradition of philosophy before she finally concluded. The lecturer was surprised at how well she delivered as though she was pre-informed. He ended the class after things adding a few because he felt she had said it all.
Janet and some other course mates of hers commended her for a job well done. Roseline later explained later to Janet her bosom friend, the reason for her usual lateness.
They both thanked God that all was well with her grandmother.
Mr Darlino, the strict lecturer was greatly puzzled when he got to his office as to how bold, daring and intelligent such a young lady was. He immediately made up his mind to know more about the young scholar.
Some weeks later, roseline wrote her first semester exams. She did exceptionally went and moved to her 200level. All things were going smoothly until something went wrong.
Roseline friend Juliet became very ill and her parents asked her return home for better care and treatment to be administered to her. She was too sick to go home on her own so Roseline offered to get a cab and were almost at Janet’s house when their car ran into an oncoming fully loaded truck. It was a fatal accident. The driver died on the spit while Juliet hand mild injuries because Roseline suffered the most causality. They were both rushed to the hospital by concerned sympathizers. Roseline was in coma while Juliet was conscious and reviving treatment.
Roseline was in coma for about eight months while Janet was already writing her final exams in 400level before Roseline was bitterer that she had missed a lot and Janet continually apologized because she felt she was the cause of her friend’s plight. Tirelessly hard to make up for the lost time. She became more studious she ensured that she attended every class and even night classes and she also brought few hand-outs and borrowed from new course mates glace she could no longer afford them.
She was so stunned when she saw her 200level results very nice she was elated and glad.
Mr Dalino, her philosophy lecturer was surprised to see her in 300level. He then asked her why she was still in 300level when she ought to have graduated and she told him the tragedy that befell her. He told her not to be greatly depressed with her far friends had anything she absolutely hesitate to come to him she expressed her gratitude and promised not to let him down
Rosaline had a very smooth and enjoyable school years courtesy to Mr Dalino who gave her the assistance she needed to forge ahead with life. She soon graduated and was ready to serve her fatherland when she was posted to serve at the northern part of the country, she decided to start a tomato farm from to earn a living coupled the meagre monthly amount from the government for up-keeping before her one year service was due.
She had become a very good tomato dealer who supplied companies to make tomato paste with the help of Mr Dalino, her God sent helper.
She was now a very wealthy and famous entrepreneur and graduate. When she was leaving for the south. She set up a committee to oversee the affairs of the firm and she also visited regularly o ensure that things were in order.
Roseline was forever grateful to her loving grandmother who took herm when her mother threw her out accusing her for bringing a misfortune to her and her husband
She made sure her grandmother had a fulfilled life. She reconciled with her parents and never fulfilled to acknowledge God and Mr Dalino who made her dream realistic.
FROM GRASS TO GRACE
Nkechi was fed up with life. life had been so unfair to her and her siblings. it was quite unimaginable that her parents neglected her and her tender siblings to the village life and travelled to the city without even leaving a note as to their whereabout in the populous hustling city of lagos.
She got home that day after school only to find her little siblings crying. She inquired from them and they told her that they were hungry and haven’t eaten since morning. She was shocked and rushed inside with the intention of asking her mother why she would leave the kids hungry till such late hour but what she saw made her gasp for breath. The room was practically empty; no clothes on the tray, no bed, no furniture save for the kerosene lamp at the tail-end of the room. She then came to the realization that their parents had actually left them for good. She remembered the discussion her parents had about two nights ago to sell off their litttle tangible things and elope to the city. Who would have thought that they would leave so quickly? They actually left their four children with Nkechi as the eldest at the mercy of the villagers.
Nkechi became the breadwinner of her family at age 15. Being a very smart girl, she decided to grow vegetable farm at the small piece of land at the back of their hut. She had sought for help from her relatives but they all turned her down saying that she and her siblings must have an evil aura for their parents to abandon them. Thus,she decided to resign herself to fate but to take responsibility for her future and her siblings.
Since the government provided free education and books and the children were allowed to wear house wares (uniforms were unavailable). Nkechi enrolled her two immediate youger brother and sister while she stayed back at home to care for her barely two years old brother and also do some available menial jobs to make ends meet.
Very early everyday, Nkechi would wake ozo her younger brother,together they would go to the stream, fetch water for people who would pay them. fetch water for their personal use, sweep the compound before they would prepare food. When all these are done,they would wake Nnesinachi and Tochukwu up, make sure they bath and eat. After which, Nnesinachi and ozo would get ready for school while Nkechi and Tochukwu would set out to people’s farm for the day’s work. When school closes, the other two siblings would join Nkechi and baby at people’s farm to assist her.
The happiest time for the children was during rainy season. Bushes on people’s surroundings and weeds on farms would grow very fast thus giving them an opportunity to get spare cash. They would also get to sell fresh vegetables from their farms and use the money for food and upkeep. This way, they were able to keep body and soul together
Nkechi then decided to go back to school. At last to finish her secondary school.
All thanks to free education, Nkechi and Ozo were able to graduate from secondary school. Ozo was a lover of education and he wanted to pursue higher degrees but his sister told him to put that thought aside first and focus on his apprenticeship and he could later continue schooling when he becomes a boss himself.
Months ran into years and Nkechi was now a full grown lady. She was about 21 years old while Ozo was 19 years old. Nnesinachi was 15 years and baby Tochukwu was now 7 years old. They had moved to the city when the missionaries came to the village about 3 years ago and took them along on their departure.
Nkechi now worked at the church supermarket.
After a careful observation of the priest, he saw that she was very diligent and commited in her service and he suggested to the other priest that Nkechi should be settled off because she had lived and worked at the church and the supermarket for too long. The priest after much deliberation,collectively raised money and opened a mini supermarket for Nkechi to her outmost surprise. She thanked God and thanked them as well.
She rented an apartment and she and her siblings moved in after staying at the church premises for over two years
She started running her own mini supermarket. One could quickly tell that she was efficient manager because in less than a year, she had so expanded the business that she had to employ more hands to help her out. She soon changed the mini supermarket into a big departmental supermarket where varieties of consumers goods where sold.
She studied part-time while she enrolled Ozo at full time school to study engineering which he claimed that he so much loves. Her other two siblings were also in school
As Nkechi sat down in her office, compiling the names of stocks needed and the quantity, her mind flashed back to when she was working under the scorching sun in one of the numerous farmlands,a voice greeted her calmly. It was one of the missionaries. His mother was the owner of that particular farm she was working on she didn’t know what else happened because they only exchanged pleasantries. The next thing she heard when she got home was that of a certain man came to their house and offered to take them to the city. After much description,she got to know that it was the missionary who came to see her at the farm. She immediately knew that his mother must have put in good words for her to convince her son to take them along. She was indeed thankful to the woman.
Nkechi was still lost in thoughts when a voice jotted her back to reality. One of her sales girls came to seek permission to leave early inorder to take care of her sick mother and Nkechi told her to leave right away and resume when her mother was fully recovered. She thanked her boss and left.
Nkechi then thought of her parents and wondered how they were. She decided to walk outside. At the entrance of the shop,a woman rushed in asking for cold water. The voice sounded familiar. When Nkechi turned she saw her mother again the first time in six years. she greeted her but she didn’t recognise her. She then asked the woman why she looked so unkept. When her mother told her about their ordeal and her mother was sobbing profusely and asking for forgiveness. Nkechi took her up from her knees and asked about her father, her mother then took her to the park where her father was riding a tricycle on hire purchase.
They all went home and all the children gathered. Their parents apologised for their actions. They told them that they left for the city not on their own free will but because loan shark whom their father was indebted to threatened to take two of their children work for him until their father could pay back his loan. They had to leave and work for the loan shark to save their children to work for him until their father would pay back his loan. They had to leave and work for the loan shark to save their children from the hardship that may go with working with their debtor. They once again asked for forgiveness. The children forgave them and took them in.
Nkechi later paid the balance of the the debts and took good care of her parents and siblings.
Ozo on the other hand successfully graduated from the university and secured a good paying job.
THE ODDS I FACED
The world looks so daunting and not promising… Hmms! My own has been characterized with so much challenges and afflictions. These are the words of Olusegun, a twenty three years old, son of late Mr and Mrs Smith Oladele of Odoere town in Ekiti state.
Segun is a promising child to the parents. They have both vowed to see him through the journey of life but death came knocking and the sun set up on the couple at mid day.
To Segun, all hope is lost… The shoulders to ride on has collapsed while the ladder of promise has broken and shattered to pieces as a result of the cold hands of death.
After the burial, Segun finds his way into the world which he dreaded even before the parents kissed the earth goodbye. He eventually found himself Lagos. The first three months of his sojourn was hell as he encountered series of misfortune and disappointment….When he lost his parents to the cold hands of death, the family shared his father’s property and left little for him.. It was with the little money left that Segun bought bike and started running Okada business. He did this for over a year before he was able to enrolled for his West African Examination Council (WAEC)…
While he was running his Okada business, friends and passersby laughed at home on how possible can he make it through school while running Okada.. Initially, he wanted to drop out but for encouragement from his mother’s sister, he persevered and stood firmly against the all odds.
Right after the exams, things became difficult and blur around Segun, the mother’s sister lost her husband and her business started to dwindle. Hence, Segun decided to sell his motorcycle and use the proceeds to support her aunty’s business. He resorted to hawking sachet water at the central motor park… As time roll by each day, Segun decides to take Jamb in order to further her education. Though the aunty promise to lend a helping hand along the line which she did. He studied hard while in school and did very well to graduate as one of the best students in his faculty… After graduating, Segun did not give up hope on becoming successful…. When went into fruits business where he prepares fruit salad and delivered to different offices at noon time from Monday to Friday..
On one fateful day while on his daily delivery routine, he came across Titi, one of his classmates back then in secondary school. Titi works with one of the biggest telecommunications firms in the country.
Wow… Titi, look at you
You look beautiful and stunning.. How is life generally? Segun asked..
Where have you been Segun? You stopped coming to school back then and no one could traced your whereabouts…
Hmmmm! I lost my both parents one day to car accident. I was so devastated and everything around me was not promising hence I left where I was before to meet my mother’s sister here in Lagos…
As the conversation continues, Titi inquire if Segun has gone through university education. She requested he send his CV to her mail box for onward process… Titi is the human resource manager of her company… And as God will have it, Segun studied Electrical/Electronic Engineering and the company where Titi works needs same personal and professional services very urgent…
Through Titi, Segun secured the job, given an official apartment and car… As each good day passes by, he was sent to the United States of America for further training on System networking and content development… What seems blur and unclear years ago when Segun lost his parents is not getting clear and smooth as hardworking is the best thing anyone can do to challenge all his challenges in this world that is not promising.
Segun was able to help his aunty to bounce back from her shattered and falling business and today, the sky they say is one’s limit but to Segun, it was his starting point.
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