I got admission into secondary school at age 10. It was a very prestigious citadel of learning and while I knew next to nothing about it, it was a dream of my mum that her first daughter would attend that school.
Guess who that first daughter was? Yup. Me.
I had no problems with it, everyone seemed to be gushing over it and honestly, I just wanted to enter secondary school fast fast. Especially as I didn’t have to do year six as most of my mates were doing.
To say I was excited would be definitely understating the feeling I got from that admission letter.
September rolled in and like a child waiting for candy or a Christmas gift, I looked forward to resuming into secondary school. My mates had gone back for their final year of primary school education while I waited for my secondary school to resume.
There wasn’t so much of a shopping spree needed because frankly, I didn’t need much. I was going as a day student so all of the boarding thrills and frills wasn’t to be found in me.
However, day or boarding student, fees were and still are an essential part of school. There can be no education with tuition.
And this threatened to create a problem for me – steal my joy, trample down my expectations and kill my faith.
But guess who’s a faithful Father?
I remember the Monday before school was to resume my mum called me to her room.
“You’re resuming next week. Honestly, I don’t know how we’re going to pay your school fees before then. Things are so hard, the people owing haven’t paid at all. It will only take a miracle…”
I took my faith and my 10 year old self to God and prayed a simple prayer. All I needed was simple,
“God, make a way, please.”
How was I to go back to year six and face all my friends I had told bye to? Wait, was there even money to pay the fees for year six?
But my 10 year old self could not imagine anything but sitting in those classes I had seen in my secondary school’s yearbook.
Yes, my secondary school.
Tuesday came, nothing happened.
Wednesday, not even 5 kobo.
Thursday, I had given up hope.
By Friday, I had stopped packing my school bag.
It was too late already.
But who is he to conclude a chapter when the Father still has a couple more paragraphs to write?
My dad suddenly came home and asked me and my mum to dress up, we were off to pick up my uniform and other essentials.
It was 6pm by the time I was trying on the blue pinafore and orange shirt which I came to call my uniform and sometime around 8pm, I was done packing my school bag – ready for secondary school.
I graduated from that school as the outgoing head girl with four awards, highly impressive reviews from teachers and students and a joy that knew no bounds.
Perhaps, you’re facing a challenge or the other and think its too late to get a solution. You’re beginning to think you won’t be able to meet up with that impossible deadline that’s being set.
But, who are you to walk away when the doors haven’t been shut yet?
Hold on a little longer, step out onto the water and keep your eyes on Him.
Testimonies are rolling in soon!