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AGAINST ALL ODDS....

A few days later, Miriam knew it was time to start making proper arrangements for her move to Lagos. Her service year was about to begin, and she wanted to make sure she had everything she would need before leaving home.

One evening, while the family was having dinner, her father brought up the subject of her accommodation.

I have spoken to my cousin in Lagos, he said. You remember Uncle Emeka?

Miriam nodded. Yes, Daddy.

I told him you would be coming to Lagos for your service year. He said you can stay with him and his family for now until you know exactly how things will work out.

Miriam smiled. Thank you, Daddy.

Her father nodded. They have already agreed that you can stay with them, so you don't have to worry about looking for a place immediately.

Miriam felt relieved. At least she would be staying with people her family knew, rather than arriving in Lagos without knowing where to go.

Over the next few days, she began preparing her belongings. She went through her clothes, shoes, bags, toiletries, and other personal items, deciding what she needed to take and what she could leave at home. Her mother helped her organize everything while her siblings occasionally came into her room to tease her about leaving them again.

As Miriam packed, her mother also brought out some food items she wanted her daughter to take along for Uncle Emeka and his family. She carefully packed them separately, making sure everything was properly arranged.

Mummy, Miriam said with a laugh, I am going there to serve, not to open a shop.

Her mother laughed. Leave me. Is it too much to carry some things for your uncle and his family? They are expecting you, so you shouldn't arrive empty-handed.

Miriam smiled. Okay, Mummy.

Her siblings occasionally came into the room to see what she was packing.

You are packing half of this house, Linda joked.

Miriam laughed. I have to take my things with me.

You are going to Lagos, not relocating to another country.

Everyone laughed.

As the day of her departure drew closer, the excitement in the house was mixed with the reality that Miriam would once again be leaving her family. This time, however, it wasn't for university. She was stepping into a new phase of adulthood, and she knew that things would be different.

The night before she left, Miriam finished packing her bags and kept her important documents safely in her handbag. Everything was ready for the journey. She checked everything one last time before finally going to bed.

The following morning, Miriam and her father left the house at about 6:00 a.m. and headed to the motor park. Her mother stayed behind with her siblings to see her off from home, while her father accompanied her to the park.

They arrived around 6:30 a.m. The motor that would take Miriam to Lagos was already getting ready for departure, and other passengers were gradually arriving with their luggage.

Her father helped Miriam with her bags and made sure everything was properly placed in the boot of the vehicle. Miriam held on to her handbag, where she had kept her important documents and other things she needed to have with her.

As they waited for the bus to leave, Miriam stood beside her father for a while.

Call me when you get there, he said.

I will, Daddy.

And make sure you listen to your uncle and his wife. They are the ones you will be staying with, so respect them.

Miriam nodded. I will.

Her father looked at her proudly. Take care of yourself, my daughter.

Miriam smiled. I will, Daddy.

Around 7:00 a.m., the driver finally started the engine. The passengers took their seats, and Miriam climbed into the vehicle. She looked through the window and saw her father standing beside the bus.

She waved at him.

Her father waved back.

As the bus slowly pulled out of the park, Miriam kept her eyes on him through the window until the distance made it difficult to see him clearly.

She finally turned back to her seat.

The journey to Lagos had begun.

AGAINST ALL ODDS....

The following week, Miriam returned to the University of Nigeria, Nsukka, to collect the documents she needed for her NYSC process. Going back to the campus felt different this time. She was no longer returning as a student rushing between lectures, assignments, examinations, and project work. She was there as a graduate, and that realization still felt strange.

She completed the necessary procedures, collected her certificate and other documents, and made sure everything she needed was in order. She also met a few former classmates who were there for the same reason, and before long, they were laughing and talking about their university days.

Can you believe we are actually done? one of them said.

Miriam smiled. I know. It still feels like yesterday.

They took a few pictures together before going their separate ways. There was something comforting about seeing familiar faces again, but Miriam knew that this was probably one of the last times they would all be together in the same place.

When she finally left the school that afternoon, she looked back at the campus for a moment before continuing on her way. So much had happened there. She had arrived as a young undergraduate with dreams, excitement, and very little idea of what university life would teach her. She had experienced friendship, heartbreak, pressure, growth, and moments she would never forget.

Now she was leaving with a degree in her hands and a completely different version of herself.

Back home, Miriam completed the remaining NYSC registration process and continued working at the clothing store while waiting for her call-up letter. She had already bought the things she would need for the three-week orientation camp and kept them ready, knowing that once her call-up letter came out, she would have to leave within a short time.

Then one afternoon, while she was at work, her phone buzzed.

She looked at the screen and saw a message she had been waiting for.

NYSC.

Her heart skipped as she quickly opened it and read through the information. Her posting was out.

Miriam's eyes went straight to the state.

Lagos State.

She stared at the screen for a moment before a smile spread across her face.

Lagos.

She immediately called her mother.

Mummy!

Her mother answered. What happened?

My NYSC call-up letter is out.

Her mother became excited. Really? Where did they post you?

Miriam laughed. Lagos State.

Her mother congratulated her, and Miriam could hear the excitement in her voice.

When Miriam got home that evening, she showed the call-up letter to her father, mother, and siblings. Everyone congratulated her, and her siblings immediately started asking questions about Lagos. They were excited for her, even though they knew she would soon be leaving home again.

Miriam brought out the bag she had already prepared for camp. Before her call-up letter came out, she had already bought the things she would need for the three-week orientation camp, so there was very little left to do. Her camp clothes, provisions, toiletries, shoes, documents, and other personal items were already packed.

Her mother helped her go through everything one more time, checking her documents and making sure she had not forgotten anything important.

Are you sure you have everything? her mother asked.

Miriam nodded. Yes, Mummy. I've checked everything.

Her mother looked through the bag again before finally closing it. Then keep your documents safe. You will need them.

Miriam smiled. I will.

Two days later, she said goodbye to her family and travelled to Lagos for the NYSC orientation camp. Her bags were packed and ready, and the excitement of beginning another stage of her life followed her throughout the journey.

When she arrived at the camp, she joined the other prospective corps members and completed the necessary registration. Everywhere she looked, there were young people arriving from different parts of the country with their bags, documents, and different expectations of what the next three weeks would be like.

The first few days were not easy. The early mornings, physical activities, drills, lectures, and strict camp routine took some getting used to. Miriam was often tired by the end of the day, but she gradually adjusted.

She also met new people and made friends. There were moments when they laughed together about the camp routine, complained about being tired, shared stories about their different schools, and talked about where they hoped to be posted after camp.

As the days passed, Miriam began enjoying the experience more than she had expected. She participated in activities, attended the lectures, spent time with her new friends, and slowly became comfortable with the unfamiliar environment.

Three weeks passed.

What had seemed like a long period when she first arrived was suddenly coming to an end. Miriam packed her belongings, said goodbye to the friends she had made, and prepared to leave the camp.

When she returned home, her family was happy to see her again. Her mother hugged her tightly while her siblings gathered around her, asking questions about everything that had happened in camp.

Miriam laughed as she told them some of her experiences, leaving out the things she was too tired to explain.

After a few days of resting at home, Miriam began preparing for the next stage.

Her orientation camp was over, but her service year was only beginning.

She now had to make proper arrangements to move to Lagos and settle in for the months she would spend there.

This time, she wasn't going to Lagos for just three weeks.

She was going there to begin a new chapter of her life.

AGAINST ALL ODDS...

Miriam's arrival home brought a different kind of excitement to the house. Her siblings kept moving around her, asking questions about school and wanting to hear every detail about the final days at the university, while her mother couldn't stop smiling whenever she looked at her. Before Miriam arrived, her mother had already prepared a delicious meal of rice and chicken, with salad and chilled drinks waiting for everyone. Once Miriam settled down and changed out of her travelling clothes, the family gathered together to eat.

Her father raised his glass and smiled at her. To our latest graduate. Welcome home! Everyone raised their glasses, and Miriam laughed as they all said, Cheers!

They ate together, sharing stories and talking about everything that had happened while she was away. Her siblings kept asking questions about her graduation and teasing her about finally becoming a graduate, while Miriam happily answered them between mouthfuls of food. The atmosphere was warm and lively, and for the first time in a long while, she felt completely relaxed.

After they finished eating, Miriam's mother looked at her daughter and smiled. Okay, everybody, leave her alone now. Let her go and rest. She has been travelling for hours.

Her siblings protested, but their mother insisted. You people can continue your questions later. Let your sister rest first.

Miriam laughed as she picked up her bag and headed to her room.

She freshened up, changed into something comfortable, and lay down on her bed. The tiredness from the journey immediately caught up with her. She had spent years dealing with lectures, examinations, projects, and all the pressure that came with university, and now that she was finally home, she allowed herself to relax. Within a short time, she fell asleep.

Later that evening, Miriam woke up feeling much better. She walked into the sitting room and found her family already gathered there. The moment her mother saw her, she smiled.

Ah, our graduate is awake.

Miriam laughed and sat down with them. The conversation soon turned into the kind of family gist she had missed while she was away.

Her mother leaned closer to her. Miriam, do you know what happened while you were in school?

Miriam laughed. What happened?

Do you know Mama Chika's daughter?

Which one?

The first daughter.

Miriam nodded. Yes, I know her.

Her mother shook her head dramatically. That girl got pregnant out of wedlock.

Miriam's eyes widened. Mama Chika's daughter?

Yes! her mother replied.

Are you serious?

Her mother nodded. Very serious. And guess who got her pregnant?

Miriam looked at her. Who?

Her mother leaned closer and said, Samuel.

Samuel? Miriam repeated, already curious. Abegi, which of the Samuel? I hope it’s not who I’m thinking.

Her mother laughed. Which other Samuel do you think I’m talking about, if not the one that pushes that big barrow truck around the street?

Ahhh! Miriam burst out laughing. That Samuel? Her eyes widened in shock. Oh my God!

Yes, that one! her mother said, laughing too. Hmm. The day Mama Chika found out, you would think somebody had died in that house. That woman was so angry that she didn't even know who to talk to.

Miriam shook her head, still laughing. Mummy, but how did the whole thing even happen?

Her mother gave her a look. How do you think it happened? They were seeing each other secretly, and before everybody knew what was happening, the girl was already pregnant.

Miriam stammered, So Mama Chika’s daughter and that Samuel... they actually had a thing? That girl stooped so low? Out of everyone, it is Samuel? Sammy, the barrow pusher?

Exactly, their mother said. And the funniest part was the way Mama Chika was moving around the street. Hmm. If you saw her that week, you would know that somebody had offended her. She even used a cutlass to chase the so-called Samuel down the street.

Miriam burst out laughing. Mummy, stop!

I’m telling you what happened! her mother replied, laughing. That woman was not smiling with anybody.

The whole room filled with laughter, and their evening gist continued, with one story leading to another. Miriam listened, laughed, asked questions, and occasionally interrupted her mother when she thought one of the stories sounded too unbelievable. Her siblings also had their own contributions, and before long, everyone was talking at once.

Miriam enjoyed every moment of it. She had missed this kind of family atmosphere. At university, there had always been something demanding her attention, but here she could simply sit with the people she loved and laugh over ordinary things.

The following days became peaceful for Miriam. She spent most of her time at home resting, sleeping properly, eating well, helping her mother occasionally, and spending time with her siblings. After years of school stress, she didn't feel guilty about slowing down. She knew she needed the rest before deciding what to do next.

Sometimes she woke up late, something she rarely had the luxury of doing while school was in session. Other days, she helped her mother around the house, watched movies, chatted with her siblings, or simply stayed in her room enjoying the quiet.

Her parents occasionally asked about her plans, but they didn't pressure her. They understood that she had just finished university and needed some time to breathe.

About a month later, Miriam finally decided it was time to start looking for something to do. She had rested enough and didn't want to spend all her time at home waiting for NYSC to begin. She updated her résumé, gathered her documents, and started asking around for job opportunities.

She searched online, asked friends, and visited a few places where she heard they were hiring. She was hoping to find something decent that would give her a reasonable income and useful experience, but the opportunities she found around her were either not suitable or did not offer the kind of pay she was hoping for.

One afternoon, after another unsuccessful search, Miriam returned home and dropped her handbag on the chair.

Her mother looked at her. How did it go?

Miriam sighed. Nothing serious.

Don't worry. Something will come.

I know, Mum. I just don't want to sit at home doing nothing.

Her mother nodded. Then keep looking. Even if you start somewhere small, you can still keep searching for something better.

Miriam thought about it.

Her mother was right.

A few days later, she came across an opening for a sales representative at a clothing store. The job wasn't exactly what she had imagined herself doing after university, and the salary wasn't much, but she decided to apply.

She was offered the position shortly afterward.

Miriam accepted it.

She knew it wasn't her dream job, but she didn't want to remain at home with nothing to do. At least she would be earning something, meeting people, gaining a little work experience, and keeping herself occupied while waiting for the next stage of her life.

Her first few days at the clothing store were interesting. She learned how to attend to customers, arrange clothes properly, keep track of items, and handle different kinds of people. Some customers were polite and easy to deal with, while others could spend almost an hour bringing out clothes, trying them on, and eventually leaving without buying anything.

Sometimes Miriam found it amusing.

One afternoon, after a customer had spent nearly thirty minutes checking different outfits before finally buying one dress, her colleague looked at her and laughed.

You'll get used to it.

Miriam laughed. I hope so.

The work wasn't easy, and the pay wasn't much, but Miriam reminded herself that it was temporary. She wasn't planning to remain there forever. She simply wanted to use the time wisely while waiting for NYSC and continuing to think about what she wanted to do next.

Months gradually passed.

Miriam settled into the routine of working at the clothing store and returning home afterward. She still checked for better job opportunities whenever she had the chance, but nothing suitable had come along yet.

Then one afternoon, while she was at work, her phone rang.

She looked at the screen.

It was a message she had been waiting for.

Her heart skipped.

NYSC.

She quickly opened it and read the message again to make sure she had understood it correctly.

She had been waiting for this next step.

After work that day, Miriam rushed home.

Mummy!

Her mother came out of the room. What happened?

Miriam was smiling. NYSC has started!

Her mother's face lit up. Really?

Yes!

Her siblings immediately came closer. Are you going for service?

Miriam laughed. Yes.

Everyone began asking questions at once.

Her father soon joined them, and Miriam showed him the information on her phone.

He read it carefully before looking at her. Then you have another step to complete.

Miriam nodded. Yes, Daddy.

The following days became busy again as Miriam began making arrangements for the NYSC process. She needed to return to the university to collect the necessary documents and complete the required procedures before proceeding with her registration.

After spending months at home and working at the clothing store, Miriam was about to begin another chapter of her life.

She had no idea what the next stage of her life would look like, but she was ready to take it one step at a time.

AGAINST ALL ODDS...

The journey home seemed to pass faster than Miriam expected. She spent most of the trip looking through the window, watching the familiar roads and towns pass by while occasionally checking her phone. After everything that had happened over the past few weeks, she was simply happy to finally be on her way home. She had left the university with her roommate, completed her final procedures, packed her belongings, said goodbye to her friends, and now she was returning to the place where her journey had begun.

After several hours on the road, the vehicle finally arrived at the motor park. The moment it stopped, passengers began getting down and collecting their belongings. Miriam waited for the driver and the transport workers to bring her luggage out of the boot. She checked to make sure everything was there before pulling her bags together.

The motor park was busy as usual. Buses were arriving and leaving, drivers called out destinations to passengers, and people moved around carrying bags and boxes. Miriam stood beside her luggage and looked around for a moment. She had passed through this kind of park many times during her university years, but today felt different. There was no need to look for another bus to take her back to school. She was finally going home after completing her university journey.

Her phone rang.

It was her roommate.

Hello?

Have you reached the park?

Yes, I just arrived.

Okay. I'm still trying to arrange my things. What are you using to get home?

I'll order a Bolt.

Her roommate laughed.

Of course. Madam graduate doesn't want to enter another bus.

Miriam laughed.

Please, I have carried enough bags today. I just want to get home comfortably.

I understand. Call me when you get home.

I will.

They said their goodbyes and ended the call.

Miriam opened the Bolt app and entered her destination. She checked the fare before requesting a ride and waited for a driver to accept. A few minutes later, the details of the driver and vehicle appeared on her screen.

My driver has accepted.

She looked around the park and waited near her luggage.

While waiting, Miriam received another message from her mother.

Mummy: Have you reached the park?

She quickly replied.

Miriam: Yes, Mum. I just arrived. I'm waiting for my Bolt.

Her mother's reply came almost immediately.

Mummy: Okay, my daughter. Come straight home. We are waiting for you.

Miriam smiled as she read the message. She could already imagine the excitement that would fill the house once she arrived.

A few minutes later, a car pulled into the park. Miriam checked the plate number displayed on her phone and realized it was her ride. She waved at the driver, who stopped beside her.

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon, ma. Are you Miriam?

Yes.

The driver helped her load her luggage into the boot. Miriam checked her bags one more time before closing the boot and getting into the back seat.

Straight to my house, please.

Okay, ma.

The car pulled out of the park and joined the road.

Miriam settled comfortably into the seat and looked through the window. The busy motor park gradually disappeared behind them as the car continued toward her home. She picked up her phone again and saw several messages from friends congratulating her and asking when she would be coming back home.

She smiled as she replied to a few of them.

I'm already on my way home.

One of her friends immediately responded.

Our graduate has finally gone home!

Miriam laughed and put the phone down.

As the journey continued, she found herself thinking about everything that had happened since she first left home for university. She remembered how excited she had been when she gained admission, how her parents had celebrated with her, and how difficult things sometimes became when school expenses increased. She remembered the calls to her parents whenever she needed money, her mother's constant efforts to make sure she had what she needed, and her father's encouragement whenever things became difficult.

She also remembered the people she had met along the way, the friendships she had formed, and the experiences that had changed her. Some memories made her smile, while others were better left in the past. But through everything, she had continued moving forward.

The driver occasionally made small conversation with her as they continued along the road, and Miriam answered politely. Before long, familiar surroundings began appearing outside the window.

She sat up slightly.

She knew this road.

The closer they got, the more excited she became.

Home was no longer far away.

A few minutes later, the driver turned into her street.

Miriam smiled when she recognized her surroundings.

That's my house.

The driver slowed down and stopped in front of the compound.

Miriam reached for her phone and sent her mother a quick message.

Miriam: I'm here.

Before she could even put the phone away, she saw the gate opening.

Her younger siblings rushed outside.

Sister Miriam!

Miriam burst into laughter as they ran toward the car.

The driver got out and opened the boot. Miriam stepped out and watched as her siblings surrounded her.

You're back!

Our graduate!

Miriam hugged them, laughing.

I've missed you people.

Her mother soon appeared at the entrance.

For a moment, she simply stood there looking at her daughter.

Then she walked forward and pulled Miriam into a long embrace.

Welcome home, my daughter.

Miriam held her tightly.

Thank you, Mummy.

Her mother pulled back and looked at her face.

Look at you.

You've grown so much.

Miriam smiled.

I've missed you.

I've missed you too.

Her father soon came out to welcome her, and the rest of the family gathered around them. Miriam's luggage was brought inside, and the compound quickly filled with excitement as everyone wanted to hear about her journey and everything that had happened at school.

After years of leaving home for school and returning only during holidays, Miriam was finally back.

This time, there was no semester waiting for her.

She was home as a graduate.

The following morning, Miriam and her roommate woke up early. There was still one final thing they needed to complete: their clearance. They had already gone through most of the offices and collected the necessary signatures, and only the final stage remained. After getting ready, they gathered their documents and left the hostel together.

The department was already busy when they arrived. Final-year students moved around with files in their hands, asking questions and checking their documents. Miriam looked at her roommate and said, “I hope this is really the last one.” Her roommate laughed. “It better be.” They joined the queue and waited patiently.

After some time, they were called forward. Their documents were checked carefully, and Miriam signed where she was instructed while the staff member went through her file. Her roommate stood beside her, holding her own documents tightly. Finally, the staff member looked at Miriam and nodded.

“You're done.”

Miriam smiled. “Thank you, sir.”

She stepped aside and waited for her roommate. A few minutes later, her roommate joined her.

“Done?”

She smiled. “Done.”

They looked at each other and laughed. After weeks of moving from one office to another, waiting in queues, collecting signatures, and completing different procedures, their clearance was finally complete. Miriam held her documents close to her chest. It was another thing off her mind.

As they walked away from the department, her roommate looked at her and said, “Now we can focus properly on the defense.”

Miriam nodded. “Exactly.”

The project defense was the final major academic responsibility they had left. They had already completed their projects. Now they needed to make sure they knew their work well enough to stand before their lecturers and defend it.

That afternoon, they returned to their hostel and brought out their completed projects. Miriam opened hers and settled on the bed.

“Let's start again.”

Her roommate nodded. “Okay.”

They began reading through their work carefully. They went through the introduction, objectives, methodology, findings, and recommendations. They didn't want to memorize everything word for word. They wanted to understand every part of what they had written because they knew the lecturers could ask questions from almost anywhere in the project.

After some time, Miriam closed her project and looked at her roommate.

“Okay. Ask me questions.”

Her roommate smiled. “Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

Her roommate picked up a pen and pretended to be one of the lecturers. “What is your project about?”

Miriam answered confidently. Her roommate nodded and continued. “Why did you choose this topic?”

Miriam explained.

“What motivated you to carry out the study?”

Miriam answered again.

Her roommate continued asking questions. Some were simple, while others made Miriam pause before answering. When she finished, Miriam smiled.

“My turn.”

Her roommate laughed. “Okay, madam lecturer.”

Miriam picked up her project. “Sit properly.”

Her roommate adjusted herself dramatically. “I'm ready.”

Miriam asked her the first question. Her roommate answered, but Miriam shook her head.

“Try that again.”

“Why?”

“Because if a lecturer asks you that question tomorrow, you need to explain it better.”

Her roommate laughed. “Okay, okay.”

She tried again, and this time Miriam nodded.

“Better.”

They continued like that for hours. They questioned each other, corrected each other's answers, and went back to sections of their projects whenever they couldn't remember something. Sometimes they laughed, and sometimes they became serious. At other times, one of them deliberately asked a difficult question just to see how the other person would react.

“What if they ask you something that isn't directly in your project?” her roommate asked.

Miriam thought for a moment. “I'll try to remain calm and answer based on what I understand.”

Her roommate nodded. “That's what we should do.”

They continued rehearsing their presentations. Miriam stood up and practiced introducing herself and her project.

“Good afternoon, sir. My name is Miriam...”

She stopped.

Her roommate smiled. “Again.”

Miriam laughed. “Why?”

“You sounded too nervous.”

Miriam shook her head. “I am nervous.”

Her roommate laughed. “That's why we're practicing.”

Miriam tried again. This time, she spoke more confidently.

Her roommate nodded. “Much better.”

Over the next few days, preparing for the defense became their main routine. They read their projects in the morning, practiced their presentations, questioned each other in the afternoon, and went through difficult areas one more time at night. The closer the defense came, the more nervous they became.

One evening, Miriam closed her project and sighed. “What if I forget everything when I enter that room?”

Her roommate looked at her. “You won't.”

“What if they ask me something I don't know?”

“Then take your time before answering.”

Her roommate smiled. “Remember, you wrote the project. You know your work.”

Miriam nodded. “You're right.”

“And if you get nervous?”

“I'll be outside waiting for you.”

Miriam smiled. “Thank you.”

Her roommate smiled back. “We'll do it together.”

The night before the defense, they arranged everything they would need. Their project copies were ready, their documents were arranged, and their clothes were prepared. Miriam looked at the shirt and trousers she had bought for the defense. Her roommate had also prepared her own outfit. They checked their bags one more time before going to bed.

Miriam looked at her roommate. “Tomorrow.”

Her roommate nodded. “Tomorrow.”

Neither of them slept as early as they had planned. They talked for a while about how far they had come, from their first year to lectures, assignments, examinations, projects, and now the defense.

Miriam smiled. “We're really almost done.”

Her roommate nodded. “Very soon, we'll be leaving this place.”

Miriam looked around the room. The thought felt strange, but she didn't dwell on it. Tomorrow was what mattered.

The following morning, they woke up early. The hostel was already busy with final-year students preparing for their defenses. Miriam dressed carefully, checked her hair in the mirror, and made sure everything was in place. Her roommate looked at her and smiled.

“You look good.”

“So do you.”

Miriam picked up her project. “Ready?”

Her roommate took a deep breath. “Ready.”

They left the hostel together.

When they reached the department, several of their coursemates were already there. Some were reading through their projects for the last time, while others were rehearsing answers quietly. A few students were visibly nervous.

“Don't worry. You'll be fine,” one of their friends encouraged another student. “Just relax and know your work.”

Miriam smiled as she listened. Everyone was trying to encourage everyone else.

One by one, students were called into the room. Those who came out immediately began telling their friends what they had been asked.

“They asked me about my methodology.”

“They asked me why I chose the topic.”

“They asked about my findings.”

The waiting made Miriam even more nervous. Her roommate noticed.

“Stop worrying.”

Miriam smiled. “I'm trying.”

Then they heard her name.

Miriam took a deep breath. Her roommate held her hand briefly.

“You've got this.”

Miriam nodded, picked up her project, and walked into the room.

She greeted the lecturers respectfully and stood before them. For a moment, she felt nervous, but then she remembered all the evenings she had spent preparing. She took a breath and began.

She introduced herself and her project topic, then started explaining her work. She spoke about the purpose of the study, the methodology she used, her findings, and the recommendations she had made.

When she finished her presentation, the questions began. One lecturer asked about her choice of topic. Another asked about her methodology, while another asked her to explain one of her findings.

Miriam listened carefully before answering. Some questions were easy, while others required her to think. But she remained calm and answered each question to the best of her ability.

After several questions, one of the lecturers looked through the project again before looking up at her.

“Thank you, Miriam. You may step outside.”

Miriam nodded. “Thank you, sir.”

She walked out of the room, and the moment she stepped outside, she released a long breath.

Her roommate immediately walked toward her. “How was it?”

Miriam smiled. “It went well.”

“What did they ask?”

Miriam began telling her. Her roommate listened carefully, and then her name was called.

Miriam smiled at her. “Go and do your best.”

Her roommate nodded. “I will.”

She entered the room while Miriam waited outside with their coursemates. After some time, the door opened, and her roommate came out with a huge smile.

“Done!”

Miriam hugged her. “We did it!”

They both laughed. The tension that had followed them for days disappeared almost immediately.

Their friends gathered around them.

“Congratulations!”

“You guys did well!”

“It's finally over!”

Miriam smiled. For months, they had worked on those projects. They had made corrections, submitted chapters, waited for approvals, and prepared for this exact moment. And now it was done.

One of their friends looked at the group. “We have to celebrate.”

Everyone agreed.

They decided to go to their usual restaurant. By the time they arrived, everyone was in a much better mood. They found a table and ordered food and drinks. Soon, the table was filled with plates and glasses.

They ate, laughed, and talked about the defense.

“Can you imagine the question they asked me?” one of their friends said, laughing. “I almost forgot my own project.”

Everyone burst into laughter.

Miriam shook her head. “At least you remembered the answer.”

Her roommate laughed. “We all survived.”

After they finished eating, one of their friends picked up her glass. Everyone became quiet as she looked around the table and smiled.

“To us.”

Everyone raised their glasses.

“To us.”

Miriam lifted hers too. “Cheers to us.”

The glasses touched.

“Cheers!”

They drank and burst into laughter.

For a few moments, Miriam simply looked around the table. These were the people she had shared the final part of university with. They had studied together, written examinations together, worked on projects together, and now they were sitting together celebrating another major achievement.

Miriam smiled.

The clearance was complete. The project was completed. The defense was over. There was almost nothing left standing between them and the end of their university journey.

For the first time in a long while, Miriam allowed herself to simply enjoy the moment. They had made it this far.

And soon, it would be time to say goodbye to the university that had been their second home for years.

AGAINST ALL ODDS...
The morning after the celebration, Miriam woke up with a tired smile. For a few seconds, she stared at the ceiling, trying to remember where she was. Then the events of the previous night came rushing back to her. The examination. The celebration. The restaurant. The club. The dancing. The laughter.
She smiled to herself.
She was exhausted, but she was happy.
Around her, her friends were slowly waking up, some complaining about sore feet, while others were still wrapped in blankets, refusing to leave the bed.
Nobody had expected to go home that night. By the time they left the club, it was already too late, so they had decided to lodge in a room at the hotel attached to the club and spend the night there.
Miriam stretched her arms and sat up.
My whole body hurts.
One of her friends laughed from the other side of the room.
You were the one dancing like there was no tomorrow.
Miriam laughed.
I was celebrating.
You were fighting for your life on that dance floor.
Everyone burst into laughter.
They eventually got out of bed, took turns using the bathroom, and prepared to leave. Before checking out, they took a few more pictures, joked about the previous night, and promised to do it again someday.
By the time Miriam and her roommate returned to the hostel, they were completely worn out.
The hostel was still lively, but the excitement of the previous day had begun to settle. Students moved around carrying bags, talking about their plans, and making arrangements to leave campus.
Miriam and her roommate went straight to their room.
I'm hungry.
Her roommate dropped her bag on the bed.
Same here.
They checked what they had in the room and decided to make noodles. It was quick, easy, and neither of them had the strength to go looking for food outside.
A short while later, they sat together and ate from their plates, still talking about the previous night's outing.
That club almost finished me.
Miriam laughed.
You were dancing more than everybody.
And you were following me!
Miriam shook her head.
At least we enjoyed ourselves.
They finished their food and cleared the plates before lying down on their beds.
For a while, neither of them spoke.
The exhaustion from the previous night finally caught up with them.
Within minutes, they were both asleep.
When Miriam woke up later that afternoon, the hostel felt different.
The noise was still there, but it wasn't the same kind of noise they had become used to. The excitement of graduation was slowly giving way to the reality that another phase of university life was coming to an end.
Some students were still writing their remaining examinations. Their departments had not yet completed their papers, so they continued moving between their hostels and examination halls.
Others had already finished their examinations and were coming back to campus for clearance and other final procedures.
Many students, however, had packed their belongings and gone home.
The corridors were gradually becoming quieter.
Miriam sat up on her bed and looked around the room.
Her roommate was already awake.
You're awake?
Miriam nodded.
What time is it?
Almost four.
Miriam groaned.
We slept that long?
Her roommate laughed.
You were tired.
Miriam smiled and reached for her phone.
Several messages were waiting for her, but after scrolling through them for a few moments, she placed the phone aside.
Then her roommate spoke.
So, what are we doing about the project defense?
Miriam looked at her.
The question immediately reminded her that graduation had not completely marked the end of everything.
We have to start preparing.
Her roommate nodded.
Exactly. We can't just celebrate and forget that one.
They both laughed.
For the rest of the evening, they talked about what they needed to do. They had already completed their projects, but the defense was still ahead of them. They discussed what they would wear, what materials they needed to take along, and the possibility of meeting their coursemates to find out whether the department had released any information.
The following morning, Miriam went out to get an outfit for the defense.
She wanted something simple, neat, and appropriate. After checking several shops, she finally found a shirt and a pair of trousers she liked.
When she returned to the hostel, she laid them on her bed and looked at them with satisfaction.
At least one thing is settled.
Her roommate looked over.
That's actually nice.
Miriam smiled.
I wanted something simple.
It was one less thing to worry about.
Over the next few days, Miriam also began her clearance.
She moved from one office to another, carrying her documents and waiting in queues with other final-year students.
Some offices were crowded.
Some students complained about how long they had been waiting.
Others moved around asking questions.
Please, where is the next office?
Have you gotten your signature from here?
Do we need to photocopy this?
Miriam found herself laughing at some of the conversations.
Even at the end of university, there was still one more queue to stand in.
One more signature to collect.
One more office to visit.
One more procedure to complete.
Gradually, however, the campus began to empty.
Every morning, more students left with their bags and boxes.
Rooms that had once been filled with laughter and late-night conversations were being locked.
Friends stood outside their hostels, hugging one another before leaving.
Some promised to visit.
Some exchanged phone numbers.
Others simply said, See you soon, knowing that life after university might make keeping those promises more difficult than they imagined.
Miriam watched a group of students drag their suitcases toward the gate one afternoon.
Her roommate stood beside her.
This place is becoming empty.
Miriam nodded.
It really is.
A few weeks earlier, the campus had been overflowing with students rushing to lectures, preparing for examinations, working on projects, and worrying about deadlines.
Now, the walkways were becoming quieter.
The hostels were slowly losing their familiar noise.
Miriam looked around the compound and smiled.
For years, this place had been her second home.
Soon, she would have to leave it behind.
But there was still one important thing left to do.
The project defense.

AGAINST ALL ODDS...

The excitement continued long after Miriam and her classmates left the examination hall.

The campus seemed to have transformed overnight. Everywhere she turned, students were celebrating. Friends hugged one another, cameras flashed constantly, and voices filled the walkways as graduates proudly showed off their sign-out shirts and hairstyles.

Miriam was still standing with her roommate and a few of their coursemates when her phone began ringing.

She looked at the screen.

Mummy.

It was a video call.

She smiled and answered.

Hello, Mummy.

My graduate!

Miriam laughed.

Mummy!

Her mother's voice was already bubbling with excitement.

My daughter! My graduate! You have finally finished!

Miriam could hear her siblings shouting in the background.

Give me the phone!

No, let me talk to her!

Our latest graduate!

Mummy, let me see her!

Miriam laughed as her mother tried to control everyone.

Wait, wait! One person at a time!

Her mother became quiet for a moment.

Then her voice softened.

My daughter... God has done it.

Miriam's smile slowly faded into something more emotional.

Yes, Mummy.

Thank God.

Her mother sighed deeply.

After everything... God has brought you this far.

Amen.

I'm so proud of you, my daughter.

Miriam's eyes became watery.

Thank you, Mummy.

Her mother continued, her voice trembling with emotion.

You have made us proud. Your father and I are very happy today. We prayed for this day, and God has answered us.

Then her mother suddenly raised her voice.

Everybody, comeooo! See our latest graduate!

Miriam burst out laughing.

Mummy, I can hear you.

Good! You should hear us!

Her father appeared on the screen.

My daughter!

Daddy!

Congratulations, Miriam.

Thank you, Daddy.

You have made us proud.

Her father smiled at her for a long moment.

I still remember when you left home for university. Look at you now.

A graduate.

Miriam smiled.

Her siblings pushed their faces into the camera.

Our latest graduate!

My latest graduate!

Miriam laughed.

You people should leave me alone.

Never!

Her younger sibling shouted.

You are buying us food when you come home.

Everyone burst into laughter.

Her father shook his head.

Today, nobody should disturb her. Today is her day.

Her mother nodded.

Today, we are thanking God.

Father, thank You for bringing our daughter this far. Thank You for giving her strength, wisdom, and protection throughout these years. Thank You for seeing her through every examination, every difficult season, and every challenge.

Amen, everyone responded.

Her mother continued praying.

As she begins this next phase of her life, may God order her steps. May she never lack direction. May the work of her hands prosper. May she meet the right people and avoid those who will lead her astray. May everything she has worked for begin to produce good results.

Amen.

May she never bring tears to our eyes.

Amen!

Miriam laughed through her tears.

Mummy, please.

Her mother smiled.

I'm not finished.

Everyone laughed again.

May she continue to make us proud. May God bless her beyond what we can provide for her. And may this be only the beginning of greater things in her life.

Amen.

When the prayer finally ended, Miriam wiped the tears from her eyes.

Her father looked at her proudly.

Enjoy today.

You deserve it.

Her siblings immediately started shouting again.

Latest graduate!

Graduate!

Our graduate!

Miriam laughed until her stomach hurt.

After the call ended, her phone barely stopped ringing.

Her aunties called.

Her uncles called.

Family friends called.

Old classmates sent messages.

Friends from different stages of her life sent congratulatory texts.

Congratulations, Miriam!

I'm so proud of you!

You did it!

Congratulations, graduate!

God bless your next chapter!

Her WhatsApp became almost impossible to keep up with.

Messages appeared one after another.

Some people asked for her pictures.

Others reacted to the status she had posted the previous day, announcing that she would be graduating.

One of her friends sent a message that made her laugh.

Madam Graduate, post your pictures before we come and drag them from you.

Miriam shook her head and opened her gallery.

She had taken plenty of pictures that morning.

Some with her roommate.

Some with her coursemates.

Some with her friends.

She chose a few of her favourites and posted them on her WhatsApp status.

Finally, a graduate. 🎓❤️

Within minutes, the reactions began pouring in.

Congratulations!

Beautiful graduate!

You did it!

More wins!

God bless your next chapter!

Her status views climbed quickly.

Then came another kind of message.

Send me your account details.

Miriam stared at the screen.

Another message appeared.

Graduate, send me your account number. Let me send you something.

She laughed.

Then another message appeared.

Send me your account details.

Before long, her phone was filled with requests for her account details.

Some of her aunties sent money.

One of her uncles sent her a congratulatory gift.

A family friend sent her money too.

Her parents also sent her money with messages wishing her well.

Miriam sat quietly for a moment, looking at the notifications.

She hadn't expected so much.

It wasn't just the money.

It was the love behind it.

People were celebrating her achievement as though it belonged to them too.

She replied to each person as much as she could.

Thank you so much, ma.

Thank you, sir.

God bless you.

I really appreciate you.

By evening, the initial excitement had died down slightly, but the hostel was still far from quiet.

In fact, it had become even livelier.

Students were moving from room to room, taking pictures, sharing food, calling their families, and comparing the gifts they had received.

Someone was playing music loudly from one room.

Another person was shouting from the corridor.

Who has a charger?

Please, who has a power bank?

Come and take pictures!

Miriam watched everything happening around her with a smile.

Her roommate walked into the room holding her phone.

See this message.

Miriam looked at her.

What happened?

My aunt just sent me money and told me to enjoy myself tonight.

Miriam smiled.

Mine too.

Her roommate smiled.

Then we have no excuse.

Miriam raised an eyebrow.

For what?

We're going out tonight.

Miriam laughed.

Of course we are.

They had spent months studying, writing examinations, attending lectures, working on projects, and worrying about deadlines.

Tonight, they wanted to forget all of that.

They wanted to celebrate.

Later that evening, Miriam and her roommate changed out of their graduation outfits and dressed for the night.

Miriam wore a simple but stylish outfit that allowed her to move comfortably, while her roommate chose something equally beautiful.

They stood in front of the mirror, admiring themselves.

Tonight is for enjoyment.

Miriam laughed.

No books.

No past questions.

No project.

No supervisor.

Her roommate nodded.

And definitely no examination.

They burst into laughter.

Their friends were already waiting outside.

Come on!

We're getting late!

Miriam grabbed her phone and followed them out.

The group headed into town, laughing and talking throughout the journey.

Their first stop was a restaurant.

They found a table and immediately began arguing about what to order.

I want chicken.

I'm getting rice.

Who is ordering fries?

Miriam laughed.

Please, everybody should order what they want.

Soon, the table was filled with food.

They ate, talked, laughed, and took countless pictures.

At some point, one of their friends raised a glass.

To surviving university!

Everyone cheered.

To graduating!

To our future!

To more money!

That one made everyone laugh.

Miriam smiled as she looked around the table.

These were the people she had shared the final stretch of university with.

The people who had complained about difficult examinations with her.

The people who had rushed to lectures with her.

The people who had stayed awake discussing assignments and projects.

Tonight, there were no deadlines.

No examination timetable.

No supervisor.

Just laughter.

After dinner, they headed to a nearby club.

The music was already loud when they entered.

The moment they got inside, everyone let loose.

They danced.

They laughed.

They took videos.

They sang along to familiar songs.

Miriam danced until her feet began to hurt.

Her roommate grabbed her hand.

Come on!

Miriam laughed.

I'm tired!

You just started!

They continued dancing.

For the first time in a long time, Miriam wasn't thinking about what she had lost.

She wasn't thinking about examinations.

She wasn't thinking about projects.

She wasn't thinking about tomorrow.

She was simply happy.

She had worked hard for this moment.

And tonight...

She was going to enjoy it.

As the night went on, the group gathered together for another round of pictures.

Miriam stood between her roommate and two of her closest friends as someone tried to get everyone to pose properly.

Wait!

Nobody move!

The camera flashed.

Everyone burst into laughter.

Take another one!

Another picture followed.

Miriam looked at the photograph afterward and smiled.

There they were.

Young.

Exhausted.

Happy.

Free.

Graduates.

She slipped her phone back into her bag and returned to the dance floor.

The night continued.

And for once, Miriam allowed herself to enjoy every second of it.

Because after everything she had survived...

She deserved a night like this.

AGAINST ALL ODDS...

The morning of the first final examination arrived sooner than Miriam expected.

She stood by the hostel window for a few seconds, looking out at the early morning sky. The campus was already coming alive. Students moved quickly along the walkways, some carrying books, others holding files and past questions as they hurried toward their examination halls.

Miriam smiled to herself.

Thank you, God, for bringing me this far, she whispered.

Only a few years earlier, she had been the young girl who received her admission letter with trembling hands, unsure of what the years ahead would bring. Now, she was standing at the end of the journey.

Her final examinations had begun.

The thought filled her with a mixture of excitement and nervousness.

She picked up her bag and checked its contents one last time before leaving the hostel.

Around the examination halls, the atmosphere was different from an ordinary examination day. Final-year students moved with a certain seriousness. Some were still going through their notes. Others were discussing possible questions with their friends.

You've read this topic, haven't you?

Yes, but I'm not sure it will come out.

Forget that one. Let's focus on the important areas.

Miriam listened to the conversations as she walked toward her examination hall. She smiled occasionally but said little. At this point, she had done all she could. She had studied, revised, attended lectures, and prepared herself as much as possible.

She took her seat and placed her writing materials on the desk.

Not long afterward, the invigilators entered.

The room immediately became quiet.

One of them stood at the front and addressed the students.

Before we begin, everyone should bring out your bags, books, phones, or any material that could implicate you during the examination. If you have anything with you that is not allowed, bring it out now.

Students began bringing out their belongings and placing them where the invigilators instructed.

The invigilators moved around the hall, checking the students and making sure everything was in order.

Once they were satisfied, the question papers and answer sheets were distributed.

Miriam received hers and placed the question paper face down on the desk.

A few minutes later, attendance sheets were passed around.

Each student carefully wrote their name and registration number before passing the sheet to the next person.

Then came the announcement everyone had been waiting for.

You may begin.

Miriam turned over her question paper.

She read through the questions slowly.

For a moment, her heart raced.

Then she took a deep breath and began writing.

The examination hall remained almost completely silent, except for the sound of pens moving across answer sheets and the occasional movement of a chair.

Miriam kept her eyes on her paper.

Question after question, she answered as carefully as she could.

Whenever she felt uncertain, she moved on and returned to it later.

There was no room for distraction.

This was not just another examination.

It was the final examination of her university journey.

As the weeks passed, the examinations continued.

Some departments had fewer papers than others, so their final examinations ended earlier. Those students began celebrating immediately.

Their photographs appeared on social media almost every day.

Graduates in their sign-out shirts could be seen around the campus taking pictures with their friends, lecturers, and coursemates.

Whenever Miriam saw them, she smiled.

Soon, it would be her turn.

Her department had more papers than some of the others, so while some students were already celebrating, Miriam and her course mates were still moving from one examination hall to another.

The days became a mixture of studying, writing examinations, eating whatever they could find, and trying to get enough rest before the next paper.

On the days she had no examination, Miriam used the time to rest, revise for the next paper, and prepare the few things she still needed for graduation.

She had already sorted out her clothes.

Her sign-out shirt was ready.

Her shoes were ready.

Her trousers and other outfits were arranged neatly in her wardrobe.

She had also put aside the jewellery and other accessories she planned to use.

The only thing left was her hair.

Then came Thursday.

Miriam had no examination that day, so she woke up early and went to the salon to get her hair done.

By the time she returned to the hostel, she felt different.

She stood in front of the mirror for a moment, admiring the finished hairstyle.

Her roommate walked in and immediately smiled.

Finally!

Miriam laughed.

What?

You're officially looking like a graduate now.

Miriam touched her hair carefully.

Don't spoil it. I still have an examination tomorrow.

Her roommate laughed.

Tomorrow is the last one.

Miriam's smile widened.

The last one.

The words felt almost unreal.

They had spent years talking about this moment.

Now it was only one examination away.

Then came Thursday.

Miriam had no examination that day, so she and her roommate went to the salon together to get their hair done.

By the time they returned to the hostel, they both stood in front of the mirror, admiring their new hairstyles.

Your hair is really beautiful.

So is yours. I love it.

They both smiled at their reflections.

We actually look like we're graduating.

Her roommate laughed.

Yes, we do.

Miriam smiled.

Tomorrow is our last paper.

Her roommate nodded.

The last one.

The words felt almost unreal.

They had spent years talking about this moment.

Now it was only one examination away.

That evening, the hostel was filled with excitement. Miriam and her roommate talked about everything they had been through since their first year.

They laughed about old lecturers, difficult courses, embarrassing moments, friendships, assignments, and all the times they had complained that university would never end.

Now, they were finally at the end.

Later that night, Miriam's phone rang.

It was her mother.

She answered immediately.

Hello, Mummy.

My graduate!

Miriam burst into laughter.

Mummy, I'm not a graduate yet. I still have one paper tomorrow.

Her mother's laughter came through the phone.

Tomorrow, tomorrow! After that paper, nobody will call you a student again.

Miriam smiled.

Her father soon joined the call, and before long, the conversation became a family video call.

Her siblings appeared on the screen, all talking at once.

Congratulations in advance!

Our graduate!

Miriam laughed so hard that tears gathered in her eyes.

Her father smiled proudly at her.

Look at you.

You have really grown.

Miriam lowered her eyes, suddenly emotional.

Her mother looked at her carefully through the screen.

Don't cry tonight.

I'm not crying.

You are smiling with tears in your eyes.

Everyone laughed.

Miriam wiped her eyes.

I'm just happy.

Her mother nodded.

And we are happy for you too.

For a few minutes, nobody talked about money, problems, school fees, or the difficulties they had faced over the years.

They simply celebrated her.

Her mother prayed for her.

Her father blessed her.

Her siblings teased her and promised to celebrate her properly when she returned home.

When the call finally ended, Miriam placed her phone beside her and sat quietly on her bed.

She looked around the room.

Tomorrow would change everything.

She would walk into the examination hall as a final-year student.

She would walk out having completed the journey.

The thought made her smile.

She barely slept that night.

Not because she was afraid of the examination.

There was simply too much excitement in her heart.

She kept thinking about how far she had come.

The admission letter.

Her first day on campus.

The lectures.

The assignments.

The tests.

The friendships.

The difficult days.

The moments she wanted to give up.

The heartbreak.

The nights she cried quietly when nobody was watching.

And somehow, through all of it, she had continued.

By the time morning came, Miriam was already awake.

Her roommate was awake too.

The room was filled with excitement as both girls hurried to get ready for their final paper.

Miriam dressed carefully, then turned toward her roommate.

You look so beautiful.

Her roommate smiled.

Look at you too. Your outfit is fine.

Miriam laughed.

I like your hair.

And I like yours. You really look like a graduate now.

They both laughed.

For a few moments, they stood in front of the mirror, admiring each other and making sure everything was in place.

Their clothes were neatly arranged.

Their hair was done.

Their shoes were ready.

Their bags contained everything they needed for the examination.

They were excited, but beneath the excitement was the nervousness that came with knowing this was their final paper.

Ready?

Miriam smiled.

Ready.

Her roommate picked up her bag.

Let's go and finish this thing once and for all.

Miriam laughed.

Let's go.

They picked up their bags and walked out of the hostel together.

The campus looked different that morning.

Students were moving toward their various examination halls, but there was a special excitement among those whose departments were completing their final papers that day.

Final-year students were dressed neatly, many of them already taking pictures with their friends.

Some were complimenting one another's hair and outfits.

Your hair is beautiful.

I love your shirt.

You look so good today.

So do you!

Laughter filled the walkways.

Everyone seemed determined to enjoy the final moments before entering the examination halls.

Miriam walked with her roommate toward their examination hall.

For the first time, she wasn't thinking about what came after university.

She was simply thinking about finishing well.

When they entered the hall, they took their seats and arranged their materials.

The invigilators soon arrived.

The same examination procedure followed.

Bags, books, phones, and other prohibited materials were brought out and kept where the invigilators instructed.

The question papers and answer sheets were distributed.

The attendance sheets followed.

Each student carefully wrote their name and registration number before passing the sheet to the next person.

Then the room became quiet.

Miriam looked down at her desk.

Her heart was beating faster than usual.

She placed her hand over her chest for a moment and smiled.

One last time.

The question papers were turned over.

The examination began.

Miriam read through the questions carefully before picking up her pen.

Then she started writing.

Page after page.

Question after question.

She kept going.

There were difficult questions, but she refused to panic.

She remembered everything she had studied and gave each question her best.

Around her, her coursemates were doing the same.

Everyone was focused on completing the final paper.

Hours later, the final announcement came.

Stop writing.

Miriam placed her pen on the desk.

For a few seconds, she simply stared at her answer sheet.

Then she slowly leaned back.

It was over.

Her final examination was over.

She looked at her roommate.

They exchanged a wide smile.

Neither of them needed to say anything.

They had made it.

The answer sheets were collected.

Students began leaving the hall.

Outside, the atmosphere was completely different.

Cheers erupted almost immediately.

Some students screamed.

Others hugged their friends.

A few jumped around as though they had just won a major competition.

We're finally done!

Four years!

No more exams!

Miriam stepped outside with her roommate, and the moment they crossed the examination hall entrance, they stopped.

They looked around at their classmates.

Everyone was celebrating.

Friends were hugging one another.

Students were taking pictures.

Some were complimenting each other's outfits and hairstyles.

Congratulations!

We did it!

You look so beautiful!

So do you!

The excitement spread across the campus.

Miriam's roommate turned to her and pulled her into a hug.

We did it.

Miriam laughed through her tears.

Yes.

We did.

Around them, their coursemates were already taking pictures, shouting congratulations, and celebrating their final day as students.

Miriam looked around the campus.

The same university that had once seemed so big and unfamiliar was now the place where they had spent some of the most important years of their lives.

Her eyes filled with tears.

She looked at her roommate.

They smiled at each other.

For several seconds, Miriam simply stood there, surrounded by people who had shared the same journey.

The difficult days.

The good days.

The people they met.

The lessons they learned.

The moments that broke them.

And the moments that taught them how to keep going.

Miriam looked back at the examination hall.

The building looked exactly the same.

The same walls.

The same doors.

The same windows.

But she wasn't the same girl who had walked through those doors years ago.

Neither were the students standing around her.

They had all changed.

They had all grown.

And they had all made it to this moment.

Miriam smiled quietly.

The examinations were over.

They had finally made it.

AGAINST ALL ODDS...

The weeks that followed became some of the busiest of Miriam's final year.

Project work had officially begun.

After making the corrections her supervisor requested, her project topic was finally approved.

It felt like a small victory.

But she quickly realized the real work had only just begun.

Every morning, students could be seen hurrying across the campus with files tucked beneath their arms.

The library remained filled from morning until evening.

Typing centres became busier than ever.

Long queues formed outside photocopy shops as students rushed to print proposals, journals, questionnaires, and reference materials.

Wherever two final-year students met, the conversation was almost always the same.

Have you seen your supervisor?

Has your Chapter One been approved?

How many corrections did you get?

Miriam smiled whenever she overheard those conversations.

She was living the same reality.

She spent countless hours reading textbooks, searching through journals, and taking careful notes.

Slowly, Chapter One and Chapter Two began to take shape.

After typing them, she submitted both chapters to her supervisor.

A few days later, she returned to collect them.

Almost every page carried corrections.

Some paragraphs had been crossed out.

Some sentences had been rewritten.

Certain sections needed to be expanded.

Others had to be removed completely.

For a brief moment, she felt discouraged.

Then she looked around.

Almost every student leaving the office wore the same expression.

No one escaped corrections.

She smiled to herself, carried the marked copy back to her hostel, and began working on every correction.

Several days later, she returned with a revised copy.

This time, her supervisor nodded with satisfaction.

Better.

You can proceed to the next chapters.

Relief washed over her.

Without wasting time, she began working on Chapters Three and Four.

The workload became even heavier.

There were days she barely left the library before sunset.

Some nights stretched well past midnight as she typed, edited, and cross-checked every page.

When those chapters were completed, she submitted them once again.

There were corrections.

Not as many as before.

She made every adjustment carefully and returned the corrected copies.

At last, they were approved.

The final stage remained.

Chapter Five.

She poured everything she had into completing it.

By the time she finished the last page, she sat quietly for several minutes, staring at the stack of papers before her.

Years of lectures...

Assignments...

Tests...

Continuous assessments...

Countless sleepless nights...

Everything seemed to have led to that moment.

Her supervisor carefully went through the completed work.

As expected, there were still a few final corrections.

Miriam made each one without complaint.

She wanted the work to be the very best she could produce.

Outside the classroom, another kind of excitement had begun to spread across the campus.

Graduation was no longer just a topic of conversation.

It was becoming a reality.

Students discussed sign-out shirts, graduation outfits, shoes, hairstyles, and photographers whenever they had the chance.

Some had already started buying what they needed.

Others were still saving every naira they could.

One evening, while arranging her notes in the hostel, Miriam's phone rang.

It was her mother.

Hello, Mummy.

How are you, my daughter?

I'm fine, Mum.

How is your project coming along?

It's almost completed.

I've just been making corrections my supervisor asked me to make.

Thank God.

You'll finish well by His grace.

Amen.

There was a brief silence before Miriam spoke again.

Mum...

I'll soon need to start preparing for graduation.

Her mother listened quietly.

There are still a few things I'll need to buy.

A sign-out shirt.

A pair of white sneakers.

Some clothes.

Hair.

A few other things.

Her mother sighed softly.

I know, my daughter.

We'll do our best.

God didn't bring you this far to abandon you now.

Somehow...

He will make a way.

Miriam felt her eyes sting with tears.

Not because she doubted her mother's words.

But because she knew how many sacrifices her parents had already made just to keep her in school.

I'll manage, Mum.

Don't worry too much.

No.

Her mother replied gently.

You've come too far.

We'll celebrate your graduation.

By God's grace.

After the call ended, Miriam remained seated for a while.

She looked around her small hostel room.

Soon...

Final year would become a memory.

The thought felt both exciting and unbelievable.

A few days later, the university released the timetable for the final examinations.

Almost immediately, the mood across the campus changed.

Conversations about graduation gave way to serious discussions about courses, past questions, and revision.

Reading halls became crowded once again.

Hostel lights stayed on long after midnight.

Every student understood what was at stake.

There was one final hurdle left.

Their last university examinations.

And no one wanted to stumble at the finish line.

AGAINST ALL ODDS...

The second semester resumed sooner than many students expected.
Within days, the quiet campus became lively once again.
The hostels filled up.
Friends reunited after the short break, exchanging stories about how they had spent their holidays.
The lecture halls echoed with familiar voices as lecturers wasted no time beginning the semester's work.
For final-year students, every lecture mattered.
There was little time to waste.
Miriam settled back into campus life without much difficulty.
Her days quickly became occupied with lectures, assignments, and departmental activities.
Whenever she wasn't in class, she was either in the library or back in her hostel preparing for the next day's lectures.
Her roommate noticed the change almost immediately.
You're reading more than ever these days.
Miriam smiled.
Final year doesn't give us much of a choice.
Her roommate laughed.
That's true.
The days passed quickly.
Before long, everyone had settled into the demands of the new semester.
One afternoon, after a lecture, Miriam was walking across the campus when she saw Daniel approaching from the opposite direction.
For a brief moment...
Their eyes met.
They simply walked past each other.
Months earlier...
That moment would have shattered her.
This time...
It still hurt.
But she kept walking.
Neither of them looked back.
Life on campus continued as though nothing had happened.
Lecturers continued teaching.
Students hurried from one class to another.
Assignments piled up.
Tests were announced.
Days turned into weeks.
And slowly...
The second semester gathered its own pace.
Miriam found herself becoming more involved in her studies than ever before.
Graduation was no longer a distant dream.
It was beginning to feel real.
Every assignment submitted.
Every lecture attended.
Every test written.
Brought her one step closer to the life she had always prayed for.
For the first time in a long while...
She found herself looking ahead more often than looking behind.
Before long, final-year students entered one of the most demanding stages of the semester.
Project supervisors were finally assigned.
Almost overnight, conversations across the campus changed.
The question was no longer,
Have you done the assignment?
It became,
Have you met your supervisor yet?
Every department released its guidelines for project writing.
Notice boards were soon covered with lists of supervisors, submission dates, and instructions for preparing project proposals.
Students hurried from one office to another, carrying files, proposal drafts, and neatly typed project topics.
Some returned with smiles of relief.
Others came out shaking their heads.
My supervisor rejected all three of my topics.
Another student sighed.
Mine rejected every topic I submitted.
Their friends burst into laughter.
Welcome to final year.
Miriam couldn't help smiling.
She had heard countless stories about project supervisors since her first year.
Now...
She was experiencing it herself.
A few days later, it was her turn.
She stood outside her supervisor's office, waiting patiently with several other students.
One after another, they were called in.
Some came out looking excited.
Others came out looking completely discouraged.
When it was finally her turn, Miriam adjusted the file in her hands and knocked gently on the door.
Come in.
She greeted her supervisor respectfully before handing over the project topics she had prepared.
He adjusted his glasses and read through them carefully.
The office fell silent.
For several moments, the only sound was the turning of paper.
Finally, he looked up.
This topic is promising.
But you'll need to narrow it down.
Make the corrections and bring it back next week.
Relief washed over Miriam.
Thank you very much, sir.
She stepped out of the office with a quiet smile.
It wasn't an approval yet.
But it was a step in the right direction.
From that day onward, project work became part of her daily routine.
The library became her second home.
She spent long hours reading textbooks, searching for journals, and taking notes.
Photocopy centres around the campus became busier than ever.
Students queued to print proposals, photocopy reference materials, and bind their work.
No matter where anyone turned...
Someone was talking about a project.
Amid the pressure, another kind of excitement slowly began to spread across the campus.
Graduation.
It started with casual conversations.
Have you decided what you'll wear for sign-out?
Who's taking your graduation pictures?
Have you booked a photographer yet?
Little by little, those conversations became part of everyday life.
Some students had already started saving money for their graduation outfits.
Others discussed colours, shoes, and hairstyles with excitement.
A few couldn't stop talking about sign-out day and graduation week.
Whenever Miriam listened to those conversations, she found herself smiling.
Not because the journey had been easy.
But because, despite everything she had been through...
She had made it this far.
There was still a lot of work ahead.
Projects.
Presentations.
The final examinations of her university journey.
But with each passing day...
Graduation drew closer.
The journey that had begun years earlier was finally approaching its final chapter.

AGAINST ALL ODDS...
The campus began to empty a day after the last examination.
Suitcases rolled across the walkways.
Students hugged their friends goodbye, promising to see one another when the second semester resumed.
Some couldn't wait to get home.
Others lingered, taking photographs around the campus before leaving.
The two-week break had begun.
For many students, it wasn't long enough to justify travelling.
Miriam was one of them.
That afternoon, her phone rang.
It was her mother.
Miriam smiled faintly before answering.
Hello, Mummy.
How are you, my daughter?
I'm fine, Mum.
Have your examinations ended?
Yes, they have.
Thank God.
When are you coming home?
Miriam leaned against the window and looked out at the quiet hostel compound.
I don't think I'll be coming home this time.
Her mother was silent for a moment.
Why?
It's only a two-week break.
If I travel home now, I'll have to return almost immediately. The transport fare isn't worth it.
I'd rather stay back and prepare for the second semester.
Her mother understood.
You've always been thoughtful.
Just promise you'll take good care of yourself.
I will, Mum.
And don't forget to eat properly.
Miriam smiled.
I won't.
After the call ended, she remained by the window for a while.
For the first time in months, she wished she could be home.
Not because of the break...
But because she missed the comfort of being around the people who loved her without conditions.
Over the next two days, the hostel grew unusually quiet.
Most of the rooms were locked.
Even her roommate had travelled home for the holiday.
For the first time since she arrived at the university, Miriam had the room all to herself.
The silence was unsettling.
There were no conversations drifting in from the next bed.
No laughter echoing through the corridor.
No late-night discussions about assignments or lectures.
Just silence.
And sometimes...
Silence had a way of making painful memories louder.
One afternoon, while arranging her wardrobe, she came across a small folded piece of paper tucked inside one of her notebooks.
Curious, she opened it.
It was a short note Daniel had written for her months earlier.
You'll always have me.
She stared at the words for a long time.
A faint smile crossed her lips.
Not because the memory still made her happy...
But because she finally understood how much people could change.
Carefully, she folded the note again.
She didn't tear it.
She didn't throw it away.
She simply placed it back inside the notebook and closed it.
Some memories didn't need to be destroyed.
They only needed to stay where they belonged.
In the past.
As the days passed, Miriam slowly settled into a new routine.
She woke up early each morning.
Said her prayers.
Read ahead for the courses they would take in the second semester.
In the evenings, she took quiet walks around the nearly empty campus.
Each day felt a little lighter than the one before.
The pain hadn't disappeared.
There were still moments when Daniel crossed her mind unexpectedly.
But those moments no longer brought her to a standstill.
She was learning something she had never imagined.
Healing wasn't about forgetting.
It was about choosing not to remain broken.
Soon, the two-week break began to draw to a close.
One by one, students started returning to campus.
The once-quiet hostels gradually came back to life.
Voices filled the corridors again.
Suitcases appeared outside the buildings.
Friends reunited with excited hugs and cheerful conversations.
Standing by her hostel window, Miriam watched the familiar bustle return.
A new semester was about to begin.
She took a slow, steady breath.
For the first time in a long while...
She wasn't looking back.
She was quietly preparing herself for whatever lay ahead.

AGAINST ALL ODDS..

The first-semester examinations began sooner than Miriam expected.

Almost overnight, the entire campus changed.

The usual laughter that echoed through the walkways grew quieter.

Reading halls remained crowded from morning until late at night.

Hostel lights stayed on long after midnight as students struggled to cover months' worth of lectures.

Miriam threw herself into her books.

Not because her heart had healed.

But because she couldn't afford to let heartbreak destroy the future she had worked so hard to build.

Each morning, she walked into the examination hall with one goal.

To do her best.

Some papers went well.

Others left her uncertain.

Still, she refused to give up.

Whenever memories of Daniel crept into her mind, she pushed them aside and focused on the questions before her.

It wasn't easy.

Some days, it felt impossible.

But somehow...

She kept going.

The examinations stretched over several weeks.

Between papers, students gathered in small groups to compare answers, discuss the next course, and complain about difficult questions.

Miriam rarely joined the conversations.

Most days, she preferred to return to the hostel, revise for the next paper, and keep to herself.

One afternoon, after finishing one of her examinations, she was walking across the campus when she saw Daniel approaching from the opposite direction.

He wasn't alone.

A few of his coursemates walked beside him, discussing the paper they had just written.

For a brief moment, their eyes met.

Neither of them slowed down.

They simply walked past each other.

Like two strangers whose paths had crossed by chance.

Yet, with every step she took away from him, Miriam could still feel the weight of his presence behind her.

She didn't turn back.

There was nothing left to look for.

That evening, as she sat alone in the reading hall, she stared at the pages of her notebook for a long time.

She realized something.

Healing wasn't waking up one morning and forgetting the person who had broken your heart.

Healing was choosing to keep moving...

Even on the days when every step still hurt.

When the final paper eventually came to an end, the campus erupted with excitement.

Cheers filled the air.

Friends embraced one another.

Laughter echoed across the faculty buildings as students celebrated the end of another semester.

Miriam smiled when her classmates pulled her into a group photograph.

She congratulated them.

She wished them a happy break.

But as she walked back to the hostel later that evening, she couldn't ignore the quiet emptiness inside her.

The examinations were over.

The semester was over.

Yet the pain she carried hadn't ended with either of them.

AGAINST ALL ODDS....

Miriam walked away without looking back.

She had always imagined that if this day ever came, Daniel would stop her.

Call her name.

Run after her.

Anything.

But behind her...

There was only silence.

The kind of silence that confirmed what words never could.

Each step felt heavier than the last.

She wasn't just leaving Daniel behind.

She was leaving behind the future she had imagined with him.

By the time she reached the school gate, her vision had become blurry.

The tears she had fought so hard to hold back finally escaped.

She lowered her head and kept walking.

She didn't know which hurt more...

Losing Daniel.

Or realizing she had been the only one fighting for them.

That evening, the hostel felt unusually quiet.

Her roommate tried more than once to start a conversation.

Miriam responded with nothing more than a nod or a faint smile.

There was nothing she could say.

How could she explain that the person she had loved hadn't even had the courage to tell her it was over?

He had simply let his silence do the talking.

She lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling.

For the first time since they started dating, she deleted her chat with Daniel without opening it.

Not because she had stopped loving him.

But because every message only reminded her of how much things had changed.

She closed her eyes.

Sleep didn't come.

Instead, every memory came flooding back.

The late-night phone calls.

The laughter they shared after lectures.

The promises they had made about the future.

She had believed every single one of them.

Now...

They felt like memories from someone else's life.

The weeks that followed were some of the hardest Miriam had ever endured.

Their first-semester examinations were only a month away, and students spent most of their days preparing for the papers ahead.

The entire campus had slipped into examination mode.

Hostels stayed awake deep into the night.

Classrooms and reading halls were filled with students revising past questions.

Miriam tried to do the same.

She opened her books.

She read a few pages.

Then she realized she hadn't understood a single word.

Her mind kept drifting back to Daniel.

Sometimes, out of habit, she caught herself reaching for her phone, wanting to call him.

Each time, she remembered.

There was no one left to call.

She would quietly put her phone away and return to her books.

Some nights, she cried herself to sleep.

Other nights, she simply stared into the darkness until morning.

Yet every morning...

She got out of bed.

She attended lectures.

She prepared for her examinations.

She kept going.

Not because she felt strong.

But because life wasn't going to wait for her to heal.

Gradually...

She stopped expecting her phone to ring.

She stopped checking to see if Daniel had called.

The hope that had kept her waiting slowly faded.

Not all at once.

But little by little.

Like a candle burning out.

One evening, while returning from the library, she saw Daniel walking toward the faculty with a group of classmates.

Sandra was among them.

They were talking and laughing.

Daniel glanced in her direction.

For a brief second, their eyes met.

Neither of them smiled.

Neither of them spoke.

He kept walking.

So did she.

And somehow...

That hurt even more than the day they broke up.

Because this time, there was no hope left.

No expectation that he would turn around.

No belief that things would somehow go back to the way they were.

They had once been each other's favourite person.

Now...

They were simply two final-year students walking across the same campus...

Like complete strangers.

AGAINST ALL ODDS....

Daniel rubbed the back of his neck.

For a moment, it looked as though he wanted to speak.

Instead, he sighed.

Miriam...

Why can't you just let things be?

A tear rolled down Miriam's cheek.

Because this isn't "just things."

This is us.

Her voice was quiet.

Steady.

I've watched you change right in front of me.

I've watched you become distant.

I've watched you pull away every single day.

And I kept telling myself I was imagining it.

She paused.

Even when I saw you spending so much time with Sandra...

I never accused you.

I only asked you what was wrong.

Daniel frowned.

Why do you keep bringing Sandra into this?

Because she's part of what changed.

Not because I know anything...

But because everything changed around the same time.

She looked directly into his eyes.

If there's someone else...

Tell me.

If you've stopped loving me...

Tell me.

Just don't leave me standing here, questioning my own worth because you refuse to be honest.

Daniel's jaw tightened.

His patience was beginning to wear thin.

Miriam looked at him for what felt like the last time.

She waited.

Hoping.

Praying that he would finally give her a straight answer.

Instead...

Daniel simply looked away.

A sad smile spread across her face.

I understand now.

Daniel frowned.

Do you?

She nodded.

Yes.

I've been asking you one simple question.

And you've answered everything...

Except that.

She took a slow breath.

Maybe you don't know how to tell me it's over.

Or maybe you just don't want to be the one to say it.

Either way...

Your silence says more than your words ever could.

Daniel remained quiet.

Miriam gave a faint nod.

I think...

It's over between us.

For a brief moment, Daniel stared at her.

Then a sarcastic smile crept onto his face.

So that's your decision?

Miriam didn't answer.

Daniel laughed quietly.

Fine.

Walk away.

But don't fool yourself into thinking you'll find someone better than me.

His voice grew colder.

You'll never find another man like me.

You'll never meet a man who will love you the way I did.

One day...

You'll remember everything I did for you.

And when that day comes...

It'll be too late.

Miriam stood there, unable to recognize the man standing before her.

She had expected pain.

She had expected tears.

She had even expected silence.

But she had never expected pride.

At that moment...

She realized she hadn't just lost a relationship.

She had lost the man she thought she knew.

Daniel stood where he was for a few more seconds.

His eyes remained fixed on the path Miriam had taken until she disappeared completely from sight.

Sandra closed the book in front of her.

You're not concentrating anymore, are you?

Daniel blinked and looked at her.

I'm fine.

She studied him for a moment before letting out a quiet sigh.

You don't look fine.

He didn't respond.

Sandra gathered her books and stood up.

Let's continue another time.

Daniel nodded absentmindedly.

As Sandra walked away, he remained seated beneath the tree.

The campus bustled with life around him, yet everything suddenly felt strangely quiet.

Slowly, he reached into his pocket and brought out his phone.

His thumb hovered over Miriam's contact.

He stared at her name for several long seconds.

Then, without making the call, he locked the screen and slipped the phone back into his pocket.

He stood up and walked away.

His face remained unreadable.

Miriam had barely spoken since she returned to her hostel after her lectures.

She responded whenever her roommate asked a question, but her answers were short.

She wasn't angry.

She wasn't even crying.

She was simply exhausted.

Emotionally exhausted.

That night, she lay awake staring at the ceiling.

Sleep refused to come.

Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Daniel laughing with Sandra.

She heard his cold voice.

She saw the distance in his eyes.

The distance hurt more than anything else.

The following afternoon, Miriam was leaving the library when she heard footsteps behind her.

Miriam.

She stopped.

She knew that voice.

Slowly, she turned around.

Daniel stood a few metres away.

For a few seconds, neither of them spoke.

It was the first time they had been alone since she walked out of his lodge.

Daniel was the first to break the silence.

I've been looking for you.

Miriam managed a faint smile.

Have you?

He nodded.

Can we talk?

She looked at him quietly before answering.

I think we've been trying to talk for weeks.

Daniel shifted uneasily.

Can we just... sit somewhere?

Without saying another word, Miriam nodded.

They walked to a quiet corner of the campus where an old concrete bench stood beneath a mango tree.

The same place where they had spent countless afternoons together.

This time, the memories only made the silence heavier.

Daniel leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.

You've been avoiding me.

Miriam looked at him.

Avoiding you?

She smiled sadly.

Daniel...

I've been the one looking for you.

He looked away.

I've just been busy.

Miriam let out a quiet laugh.

Busy.

That word again.

She shook her head gently.

At what point did being busy become an excuse for forgetting the person you said you loved?

Daniel remained silent.

She continued.

I didn't come here to argue.

I only need you to answer one question honestly.

He finally looked at her.

Do you still want this relationship?

The question lingered between them.

Daniel didn't answer immediately.

Instead, he rubbed his palms together and exhaled slowly.

Why are you making this so difficult?

Miriam frowned.

Difficult?

I'm asking if you still want us.

Is that too much to ask?

Daniel's expression hardened.

You're overthinking everything.

No.

Her voice remained calm.

I've been thinking alone because you've stopped talking to me.

Another silence followed.

Miriam searched his face, hoping to find the man she had fallen in love with.

Instead...

She found a stranger.

Her heart sank.

Deep down, she feared she already knew the answer.
But a small part of her still hoped he would prove her wrong.

She waited.

The silence between them became almost unbearable.

Daniel drew in a slow breath before finally speaking.

I don't understand why you've suddenly turned everything into a problem.

Miriam looked at him in disbelief.

Suddenly?

Daniel...

I've been trying to reach you for weeks.

I've been asking you what's wrong.

I've been blaming myself because I thought I'd done something to hurt you.

You kept telling me everything was fine.

Was any of it true?

Daniel sighed impatiently.

Miriam...

Not everything has to become an emotional conversation.

She lowered her eyes for a brief moment.

When she looked back at him, they were already glistening with tears.

Do you know what's hurting me the most?

Daniel remained silent.

It's not that you're busy.

It's not even Sandra.

It's the fact that somewhere along the line...

You stopped treating me like someone you loved.

For a brief second, Daniel's expression softened.

But just as quickly, it hardened again.

You're making assumptions.

Am I?

She smiled faintly, but there was no happiness in it.

Tell me, Daniel...

When was the last time you called just to hear my voice?

When was the last time you asked how I was doing?

When was the last time you looked at me the way you used to?

Daniel looked away.

He had no answer.

Miriam nodded slowly.

I thought so.

She stood up.

Maybe...

Maybe I've been holding on to memories while you've already moved on.

Daniel frowned.

Where are you going?

She looked down at him.

I asked you one question.

Do you still want this relationship?

It's a simple question, Daniel.

Yes...

Or no.

Daniel stood up abruptly.

Why are you forcing me to choose?

Because love shouldn't feel like begging.

Her voice trembled.

And I'm tired of begging for the attention of someone who once gave it freely.

Daniel let out a dry laugh.

You're being dramatic.

Those words struck Miriam harder than she expected.

Dramatic?

Yes.

You act like I've committed some terrible crime just because I've been busy with school.

You're making problems where there are none.

Miriam stared at him.

For the first time, she realized he truly didn't understand why she was hurting.

Or perhaps...

He simply didn't care.

A tear escaped before she could stop it.

She wiped it away quickly.

I never asked you to spend every minute with me.

I only wanted to feel like I still mattered.

Daniel folded his arms.

You do matter.

Then why have I spent the past few weeks feeling so alone?

He remained silent.

That silence answered more than words ever could.

That silence answered more than words ever could.

Miriam drew a shaky breath.

I think I understand now.

Daniel frowned.

Understand what?

She looked at him, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

I've been holding on to a relationship that only one of us is still fighting for.

Daniel scoffed quietly.

You're overthinking this.

Am I?

A faint, painful smile crossed her lips.

Then tell me I'm wrong.

Tell me you still love me the way you used to.

Tell me you still see a future with me.

Daniel lowered his eyes.

For several moments, he said nothing.

When he finally spoke, there was a trace of impatience in his voice.

People change, Miriam.

You can't expect everything to stay the same forever.

Her heart tightened.

So...

that's your answer?

Daniel let out a quiet sigh.

You're acting as though your whole world revolves around this relationship.

There are more important things to focus on.

Another tear escaped from Miriam's eyes.

This time, she didn't bother wiping it away.

She simply looked at him.

Then where do I fit into your life now?

Daniel rubbed a hand over his face.

Do we really have to keep doing this?

She nodded slowly.

Yes.

Because after today...

I deserve the truth.

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I'm sorry for being away. I've been feeling down lately, but I'm happy to say that I'm fully back now. Thank you for your patience and support.
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AGAINST ALL ODDS...

Neither of them spoke.

The silence stretched endlessly, wrapping itself around the room like an invisible wall neither of them knew how to break.

Miriam slowly rose from her seat.

Her movements were calm, but inside, her heart was shattering piece by piece.

I should get going.

Daniel remained by the window.

If that's what you want.

Those five words cut deeper than she expected.

She had hoped he would stop her.

Ask her to stay.

Explain everything.

Instead, he simply stood there.

Watching.

She picked up her handbag and walked towards the door.

Just as her fingers touched the doorknob, she paused.

Daniel...

He turned slightly but didn't say anything.

If there's something you're not telling me...

Please...

Don't let me find out from someone else.

For a brief moment, Daniel's expression softened.

It was almost as though he wanted to say something.

His lips parted.

Then...

His phone rang.

The sound shattered the moment.

Daniel glanced at the screen.

Without thinking, he answered.

Hello...

Miriam waited.

Maybe he would end the call quickly.

Maybe he would come after her.

Instead, he turned away from her once again.

She quietly opened the door and stepped outside.

Daniel made no attempt to stop her.

As the door closed behind her, Miriam stood in the corridor for a few seconds.

She stood in the corridor for a few seconds, her eyes fixed on the closed door.

It felt strange.

A few months ago, leaving Daniel's room always came with a warm hug, a lingering smile, and promises to call as soon as she got back to the hostel.

Today...

Nothing.

She slowly walked out of the compound.

The afternoon breeze brushed against her face, but for the first time, it did nothing to ease the heaviness in her chest..

Students walked past her in groups, laughing over jokes she couldn't hear.

Life around her continued as though nothing had changed.

But everything inside her had.

By the time she reached the school gate, her vision had become blurry.

She quickly wiped the tears gathering in her eyes before anyone noticed.

No...

She refused to cry in public.

The walk back to the hostel felt longer than usual.

Every conversation she had just had with Daniel replayed in her head.

His silence.

His coldness.

The irritation in his voice the moment Sandra's name came up.

She couldn't understand it.

Was she asking for too much?

Or had she simply stopped being enough?

That evening, her roommate was arranging her books when the hostel door opened.

She looked up immediately.

You're back.

Miriam forced a smile.

Hmm.

Her roommate took one look at her and immediately knew something was wrong.

You went to see him, didn't you?

Miriam nodded.

How did it go?

She gently dropped her bag on the floor before sitting on the edge of her bed.

I honestly don't know.

What do you mean?

It felt like...

I was talking to someone I'd never met before.

Her roommate remained quiet.

He barely looked at me.

His phone kept distracting him.

When I mentioned Sandra...

He became defensive.

Very defensive.

Her roommate sighed.

Sometimes people answer questions with anger when they're afraid of the truth.

Miriam looked at her roommate.

Do you think he's cheating on me?

Her roommate hesitated.

I don't know.

And I won't tell you what I can't prove.

But one thing is obvious.

He's no longer giving this relationship the attention he used to.

Those words settled heavily in Miriam's heart.

She nodded slowly.

For the first time since they started dating, she found herself wondering whether love alone was enough to keep two people together.

The next morning, Miriam woke up hoping Daniel would have called.

She reached for her phone.

No missed calls.

No messages.

She stared at the screen for several seconds before locking it again.

Throughout the day, she checked her phone more times than she could count.

Nothing.

By afternoon, she finally accepted what her heart had been refusing to believe.

Daniel wasn't too busy to call.

He simply wasn't calling.

Later that day, after one of her lectures, Miriam stepped out of the faculty building.

As she adjusted the strap of her bag, something ahead caught her attention.

Under the shade of a large tree stood Daniel.

Sandra was beside him.

Several books were spread across a bench between them.

Sandra laughed at something Daniel had said.

A moment later...

Daniel laughed too.

It wasn't forced.

It wasn't polite.

It was the same genuine laugh Miriam hadn't heard from him in weeks.

She stopped walking.

Her feet suddenly felt too heavy to move.

Daniel looked up.

For a brief second...

Their eyes met.

Miriam waited.

She expected him to smile.

To wave.

To excuse himself and come over.

Instead...

He simply held her gaze.

Then slowly turned back to Sandra and continued their conversation.

Something inside Miriam broke.

Not loudly.

Not all at once.

Just enough for her to feel it.

Without saying a word, she turned around and walked away.

She didn't know that from where he stood, Daniel watched her leave.

His smile disappeared.

A troubled look crossed his face.

He reached into his pocket and tightened his grip around his phone.

Sandra noticed.

Daniel...
Are you okay?

He didn't answer immediately.
His eyes remained fixed on the direction Miriam had disappeared.

Then, with a quiet sigh, he looked away.
I think...
He stopped himself.
Never mind.

AGAINST ALL ODDS....


The following day, Miriam couldn't concentrate during lectures.

The lecturer stood before the class, explaining the day's topic with confidence, writing formulas and key points across the whiteboard, but none of it registered in her mind.

Her notebook remained open.

Her pen rested between her fingers.

Yet she hadn't written a single meaningful sentence.

Every few minutes, her thoughts drifted back to the conversation she had shared with her roommate the previous night.

Maybe it's time to stop guessing.

Maybe it's time to find out for yourself.

The words refused to leave her head.

She tried to convince herself that she was overthinking everything.

Maybe Daniel was genuinely busy.

Maybe she was allowing fear to cloud her judgment.

Or maybe...

Maybe her heart had already noticed something her mind was still trying to deny.

The moment her last lecture ended, she slowly packed her books into her bag and walked out of the classroom.

She didn't head towards her hostel.

Instead, her feet carried her in a different direction.

Daniel's lodge.

The afternoon sun beat against the road as students walked past in groups, laughing, discussing assignments and making weekend plans.

Miriam barely noticed any of them.

The closer she got, the faster her heartbeat became.

She wasn't going there to fight.

She wasn't going there to accuse him.

She only wanted answers.

Honest answers.

After several minutes, she arrived in front of his building.

She stopped outside the door and inhaled deeply, trying to calm the nervousness tightening her chest.

Then she raised her hand and knocked gently.

Knock... knock... knock.

Silence.

A few seconds later, Daniel's voice came from inside.

Who is that?

It's me...

Miriam.

There was a brief pause.

Footsteps approached the door.

The lock clicked open.

Daniel pulled the door open and froze.

Miriam?

His surprise was impossible to hide.

Hi.

She managed a small smile.

I hope I'm not disturbing you.

Daniel blinked for a moment before forcing a smile onto his face.

No...

Not at all.

Come in.

She stepped inside while Daniel quietly closed the door behind her.

Her eyes instinctively wandered around the room.

Books and notebooks were scattered across the reading table.

An open laptop displayed several documents on its screen.

Loose sheets of paper covered part of the bed, each filled with handwritten notes and highlighted paragraphs.

The room looked exactly like the workspace of someone preparing for an important academic presentation.

Daniel pulled a chair forward.

Have a seat.

Thank you.

She sat down carefully.

Daniel settled opposite her.

For a while, neither of them spoke.

The silence felt unusually heavy.

Not the peaceful silence they once enjoyed.

This one carried questions.

Unspoken fears.

A strange distance neither of them knew how to cross.

Daniel cleared his throat.

So...

How was your day?

It was okay.

Yours?

Stressful.

He rubbed his forehead wearily.

I've practically been moving from one lecture to another since morning.

Miriam nodded.

She wanted to believe him.

She truly did.

Just then...

His phone vibrated on the table.

Bzzz...

Daniel reached for it almost immediately.

His eyes moved quickly across the screen before his fingers typed a brief reply.

He dropped the phone back onto the table.

Sorry about that.

It's fine.

A few moments passed.

Then the phone vibrated again.

Bzzz...

This time Daniel picked it up, stood from his chair and walked towards the window.

His back was turned as he replied to another message.

Only after sending it did he return to his seat.

Miriam forced another smile.

You seem really busy.

Daniel let out a tired sigh.

A little.

Silence returned.

Only this time, it felt even heavier.

The ticking of the wall clock suddenly sounded louder than their breathing.

Miriam intertwined her fingers to stop them from trembling.

Daniel...

Hmm?

Can I ask you something?

Of course.

She looked directly into his eyes.

Have I done something wrong?

Daniel frowned.

Why would you ask that?

Because...

She hesitated.

Lately...

You've been different.

You hardly call anymore.

Whenever I call, you're always in a hurry.

Even yesterday...

You forgot we were supposed to meet.

Daniel lowered his gaze.

I already apologized for that.

I know.

I'm not saying it to make you feel guilty.

She swallowed slowly before continuing.

I just...

I miss us.

Daniel remained silent.

I miss the Daniel who couldn't wait to hear my voice.

The Daniel who always looked for reasons to spend time with me.

The Daniel who made me feel like I was the most important person in his day.

Her voice grew softer.

These days...

It feels like I'm constantly competing with something I can't even see.

Daniel shifted uncomfortably in his chair but said nothing.

Before he could respond...

His phone vibrated once again.

Bzzz...

His eyes instinctively moved toward the screen.

Miriam followed his gaze.

For barely a second...

A name flashed across the display.

Sandra.

Daniel reacted almost immediately.

He grabbed the phone and turned it face down on the table.

I'll reply later.

He tried to sound casual.

But it was too late.

Miriam had already seen the name.

Her heartbeat quickened.

In an instant, the memory of that afternoon returned.

Daniel and Sandra sitting together beneath the tree.

Talking.

Laughing.

Completely absorbed in each other.

She slowly lifted her eyes back to him.

Daniel...

Is everything okay?

He looked at her.

What do you mean?

You and Sandra...

The atmosphere changed instantly.

The softness disappeared from Daniel's face.

His jaw tightened.

What about Sandra?

Miriam chose her words carefully.

Nothing.

I just...

I've noticed you spend quite a lot of time together these days.

Daniel leaned back in his chair.

She's in my department, Miriam.

We're classmates.

We're preparing for the same seminar.

That's all.

Miriam nodded slowly.

I know.

I'm not accusing you of anything.

I only asked because...

Daniel cut her off.

Because what?

Because you think something is going on between us?

The sharpness in his voice sliced through the room.

Miriam blinked in shock.

No.

That's not what I said.

Then why bring Sandra into this conversation?

His tone was colder now.

More defensive.

Almost irritated.

Miriam stared at him.

She had expected reassurance.

She had expected him to laugh, hold her hand and tell her she was worrying for nothing.

Instead...

He sounded like a man protecting a secret.

She lowered her voice.

Daniel...

I'm only trying to understand what's happening to us.

Daniel said nothing.

He slowly stood up, walked to the window and folded his arms across his chest.

His back faced her.

Neither of them spoke.

The silence that filled the room was no longer awkward.

It was frightening.

For the first time since they became a couple, Miriam looked at the man standing before the window...

...and felt as though she was sitting across from a complete stranger.

AGAINST ALL ODDS...

Campus gradually returned to its usual rhythm.

The excitement of resumption faded after a few weeks, and reality settled in.

Lectures became longer. Assignments came almost every week. Tests were announced without warning, leaving students with little time to rest.

Miriam threw herself into her studies, determined not to let anything affect her grades.

Still, no matter how stressful each day became, there was always someone she looked forward to talking to, Daniel.

Their relationship had grown stronger over the past few months.

They spoke every day. Sometimes Daniel called first. Sometimes Miriam did. Other times, they spent hours talking until one of them eventually fell asleep with the phone still in hand.

It had become part of their daily routine.

But lately...

Something felt different.

At first, it was so little that Miriam ignored it.

One afternoon, just after her last lecture, her phone rang.

She smiled the moment she saw Daniel's name.

Hello, babe.

Hi.

How are you?

I'm fine. What about you?

I'm okay.

How was your day?

It was alright.

Miriam waited.

Usually, this was where Daniel would ask about her classes or tell her something funny that had happened during his day.

Instead, he simply said,

I just wanted to check up on you.

A smile spread across Miriam's face.

Aww... thank you.

Alright then... take care of yourself.

She frowned slightly.

So soon?

Yeah. I'm a little busy.

Okay.

I'll call you later.

Before she could say another word, the call ended.

Miriam stared at her phone for a few seconds.

The call had lasted barely two minutes.

She shrugged.

Maybe he really was busy.

There was no reason to overthink it.

The following day, she called him after lectures.

Once again, the conversation lasted only a few minutes before Daniel said he was busy and promised to call her later.

He never did.

The next day, Daniel called first.

Hi, babe.

Hi.

How are you?

I'm fine.

I just wanted to check on you.

I'm okay.

Alright then. I'll call you later.

The call ended.

Miriam looked at her phone and laughed softly.

This boy sef.

She shook her head.

Maybe school was stressing him.

A few days later, Miriam decided she wanted to spend some time with Daniel.

During lunch break, she called him.

Hello.

Hi, babe.

Are you free this afternoon?

Yeah.

I was thinking... why don't we meet at our usual restaurant after lectures?

There was a brief pause.

Okay.

Really?

Yeah. I'll be there.

What time?

Let's say four.

Deal.

Miriam smiled excitedly.

I'll be waiting.

After her lectures ended, she hurried back to her hostel, freshened up, changed into a simple blue gown and headed to the restaurant.

She arrived a few minutes before four.

She chose their favorite table near the window.

Almost immediately, a waiter walked over to her.

Good evening, ma.

Good evening.

What would you like to have?

Miriam smiled politely.

Nothing for now.

I'm waiting for someone.

Alright, ma.

The waiter nodded politely before walking away.

Every few seconds, she glanced toward the entrance.

Students walked in. Friends laughed together. Couples shared meals.

But Daniel was nowhere to be seen.

Four fifteen.

She checked her phone.

No missed calls. No messages.

Four thirty.

Still nothing.

The waiter returned.

Excuse me, ma.

Would you like to place your order now?

She smiled apologetically.

Not yet.

I'll wait a little longer.

No problem, ma.

He walked away again.

Five o'clock.

She called Daniel.

The phone rang.

No answer.

She forced a small smile.

Maybe he's on his way, she whispered to herself.

She waited a little longer.

Still no sign of him.

By now, the restaurant had become much busier.

The seat opposite her remained empty.

The waiter returned once again.

Ma... would you like to order now?

Miriam looked at the empty chair opposite her.

She sighed quietly.

Yes.

She placed her order.

As she ate alone, her eyes kept drifting toward the entrance.

Deep down, she still hoped Daniel would walk in before she finished.

But he never did.

After paying for her meal, she slowly walked back toward her hostel.

Halfway there, she stopped, brought out her phone and dialed Daniel's number.

The phone rang.

No answer.

The call ended.

She frowned as she stared at her phone.

Why isn't he answering?

A few minutes later, she tried again.

This time, he answered almost immediately.

Hello, babe.

Daniel, what happened?

Why didn't you come?

I waited for you for over an hour.

If you knew you weren't going to make it, why didn't you call me?

There was silence.

Then suddenly...

Oh, babe...

I forgot.

I totally forgot.

I swear to God, I forgot.

Miriam couldn't believe what she had just heard.

You forgot?

I'm so sorry, babe.

Something came up, and it completely slipped my mind.

I honestly forgot.

Please don't be angry.

I'm really sorry.

Miriam closed her eyes for a brief moment.

She wanted to say so many things.

She wanted to tell him how embarrassed she felt sitting alone in the restaurant.

She wanted to tell him how she kept looking at the door, hoping he would walk in.

But somehow, the words refused to come.

Instead, she took a deep breath.

It's okay.

No, it's not okay.

I messed up.

I'll make it up to you, I promise.

She forced a faint smile.

Okay.

The call ended.

For a few seconds, Miriam stood there staring at the dark screen of her phone.

Daniel had never forgotten their plans before.

Not once.

She slipped her phone back into her handbag and continued walking.

Maybe it was just one mistake.

Anyone could forget.

At least...

That was what she kept telling herself.

She refused to think too much about it.

But over the next few days...

The same pattern continued.

Daniel still called once in a while.

The calls lasted only a few minutes.

Whenever Miriam called him, he was either busy or promised to call her back later.

Sometimes he did. Most times, he didn't.

Whenever she asked if everything was alright, his answer never changed.

I'm fine.

Just busy.

One evening, after returning from lectures, Miriam sat quietly outside her hostel.

She wasn't reading. She wasn't chatting with anyone.

She simply stared at her phone.

Her roommate walked over and sat beside her.

Miriam.

Hmm?

You've been unusually quiet these days.

I'm okay.

Her roommate smiled knowingly.

I've lived with you long enough to know when you're lying.

Miriam looked away.

It's Daniel.

What about him?

She sighed deeply.

I don't know.

I just feel like something has changed.

Her roommate remained silent, allowing her to continue.

He still calls sometimes.

But the conversations are different.

They're so short.

He hardly has time for me anymore.

And a few days ago...

She paused.

We planned to meet at our usual restaurant.

He agreed.

I waited for over an hour.

He never came.

Her roommate's eyes widened.

What happened?

I called him when I was leaving.

He said he forgot.

Forgot?

Miriam nodded.

He apologized.

And I believed him.

But...

She looked down at her hands.

It just doesn't feel like the Daniel I know anymore.

Her roommate thought for a moment before speaking.

Miriam...

Instead of worrying yourself every day...

Why don't you go and see him?

Face to face.

Miriam looked up.

You think I should?

Her roommate nodded.

Yes.

Sometimes you get answers by looking someone in the eye.

Miriam remained quiet.

Perhaps she was right.

She had spent days making excuses for Daniel.

Days convincing herself that everything was fine.

Maybe it was time to stop guessing.

Maybe it was time to find out for herself.

That night, before going to bed, she picked up her phone once more.

She stared at Daniel's smiling picture for a long time.

She couldn't explain the feeling in her heart.

All she knew was that something between them had changed.

She locked her phone, placed it beside her pillow and whispered softly,

Tomorrow...

I'll go and see Daniel.

AGAINST ALL ODDS...

The long holiday came to an end sooner than Miriam expected.
One by one, students began returning to the University of Nigeria, Nsukka. The quiet campus slowly came back to life as buses arrived at the school gate carrying students from different parts of the country. Hostels that had been empty for weeks became lively again, while parents and guardians helped their children settle in before leaving.

Early Monday morning, Mr. Chukwudi Christian drove Miriam to the motor park.
Take good care of yourself, he said as he placed her travelling bag inside the bus.
I will, Daddy.
Remember why you're going back to school.
I won't forget.
Mrs. Chukwudi Joy hugged her tightly.
Call us as soon as you arrive.
I will, Mummy.
Her younger siblings waved excitedly as the bus pulled away.
Bye, Sister Miriam!
She smiled and waved until the bus disappeared onto the highway.
Several hours later, Miriam arrived in Nsukka. She boarded a tricycle to the university and smiled as familiar buildings came into view. Although the holiday had been wonderful, it felt good to be back on campus.

After arranging her belongings in her hostel room, she immediately called home.
Hello, Mummy. I've arrived safely.
Thank God! Mrs. Chukwudi Joy replied with relief. How was the journey?
It was smooth. I'm fine.
Mr. Chukwudi Christian took the phone.
We're grateful you arrived safely. Take good care of yourself, and stay focused.
I will, Daddy.
She also spoke briefly with her younger siblings before ending the call with a smile.
Afterward, she picked up her phone and sent Daniel a message.
I've arrived safely.
Daniel replied almost immediately.
Thank God. I got back yesterday.
Are you in your hostel?
Yes.
Can I come over this evening?
Of course.

Around five o'clock that evening, there was a knock on Miriam's door.
Who is it? Miriam called from inside.
It's Daniel.
A smile spread across her face as she walked to the door and opened it.
Welcome back.
Daniel smiled warmly and pulled her into a hug.
I've missed you.
I've missed you too.
They went inside and sat together, talking about how they had spent their holiday. Miriam told Daniel how she had spent hers with her family, including the memorable day they visited the recreational park, while Daniel shared stories about his time at home.

After a while, Daniel stood up.
Come on.
Where are we going?
You'll see.
Curious, Miriam followed him.
They walked out of the hostel and headed towards a nearby restaurant just outside the campus.
This place again? Miriam asked with a laugh.
Yes. I know you like the food here.
After placing their orders, they talked about the new semester.
This is our final year, Daniel said quietly.
I know.
Time has really gone by fast.
Miriam nodded.
It feels like yesterday when I was struggling to adjust to school.
Daniel smiled.
This session won't be easy. We have projects, seminars, tests, exams... and a lot to do.
That's true.
But if we work hard and finish this academic session successfully, graduation will finally be within our reach.
Miriam smiled.
By God's grace, we'll make it.
Their food arrived, and they ate while discussing their plans for the future. For the first time, the dream of graduating no longer felt so far away. They were now in the final stage of their university journey.
The following weeks were filled with lectures, departmental meetings, project briefings, and endless academic activities. Final-year students carried a different level of responsibility, and everyone seemed determined to finish well.
One afternoon, Miriam was leaving the library when she saw Daniel standing under a tree, talking to a young lady.
The two of them seemed deeply engaged in conversation.
Miriam smiled to herself and walked towards them.
Daniel looked up.
Oh... Miriam.
The young lady turned and smiled politely.
Hello.
Daniel quickly introduced them.
Miriam, this is Sandra. She's in my department.
Nice to meet you, Sandra, Miriam said.
Nice to meet you too.
After exchanging a few words, Sandra excused herself and walked away.
Daniel turned back to Miriam.
Were you coming from the library?
Yes.
How long have you been standing here?
Not long.
They began walking together, but something about the encounter stayed on Miriam's mind. It wasn't that Daniel had spoken to another lady—that wasn't unusual. What caught her attention was how surprised he had looked when he saw her.
She brushed the thought aside.
I'm probably overthinking it, she told herself.
Daniel gently held her hand as they walked towards the faculty.
Are you okay?
She smiled.
Yes... I'm fine.
Even though she smiled, a small question lingered quietly in her heart.
It was the first time she had ever questioned something about their relationship.

AGAINST ALL ODDS....

Later that night, after everyone had gone to bed, Miriam picked up her phone and called Daniel.

Hello, babe.

Hi. Have you gotten home safely?

Yes, I arrived a few hours ago.

Thank God. How's everyone at home?

They're all fine. They were so happy to see me.

I'm glad to hear that.

How about you? Have you travelled yet?

Not yet. I'll be leaving tomorrow morning.

Okay. Have a safe journey.

Thank you.

They talked for a while before ending the call.

The following day, Daniel travelled home as well. Even though they were now in different towns, they stayed in touch. They called each other almost every evening, exchanged messages during the day, and often laughed over little things that happened around them.

One afternoon, while Miriam was helping her mother prepare lunch, her phone rang.

It was Daniel.

She wiped her hands with a towel before answering.

Hi, babe.

Hi. Were you busy?

Yes. I was helping my mum in the kitchen.

Oh, sorry for disturbing you.

You're not disturbing me.

They chatted for a while before ending the call.

As the weeks of the holiday passed, Miriam became more involved in activities at home. She helped her mother with household chores, spent time with her younger siblings, occasionally visited a few relatives, and enjoyed every moment with her family.

Despite the distance, she and Daniel remained in constant communication. Their conversations became part of her daily routine, and hearing his voice always brought a smile to her face.

One Sunday afternoon, Mr. Chukwudi Christian called everyone into the sitting room.

Go and dress up. We're going out as a family today.

The younger children cheered excitedly and hurried to their rooms to get ready.

Really, Daddy? Miriam asked with a smile.

Yes, he replied. It's been a long time since we all spent time together. Today is for family.

Within a short time, everyone was ready. Mrs. Chukwudi Joy made sure the younger children were properly dressed before they all left the house together.

They spent the afternoon at a beautiful recreational park in town. The atmosphere was lively, with families enjoying themselves, children playing on swings, and vendors selling different snacks and refreshments.

Miriam walked beside her parents while her younger siblings ran around happily, laughing and playing together. They took family photographs, shared jokes, and enjoyed every moment.

Later, they bought food and cold drinks before finding a quiet place to sit together. As they talked, laughed, and shared stories, Miriam couldn't help but smile.

Being surrounded by the people she loved reminded her how blessed she was. The challenges of school, the stress of examinations, and every difficult moment seemed far away.

As the sun began to set, the family returned home with joyful hearts. It had been a wonderful day filled with laughter, love, and togetherness.

That night, as Miriam lay on her bed, she smiled to herself. Spending quality time with her family had made the holiday even more special, and she looked forward to creating many more beautiful memories with them.

AGAINST ALL ODDS...

The university campus slowly became quieter as students finished their examinations and began leaving for their various homes. The once crowded hostels gradually emptied, and the long queues at the school gate became a common sight as students boarded buses with their bags and boxes.

Miriam finished packing her belongings early that morning. Before leaving the hostel, she looked around the room one last time to be sure she hadn't forgotten anything.

Her roommate smiled.

So, you're finally going home.

Miriam laughed.

Yes. I can't wait to see my family.

They hugged each other, wished themselves a safe journey, and went their separate ways.

Outside the hostel, Miriam boarded a bus heading home. Throughout the journey, she exchanged a few messages with Daniel.

Have a safe trip, babe.

Thank you. You too.

Text me when you get home.

I will.

Several hours later, Miriam finally arrived home.

As soon as Miriam entered the compound, her younger brother, Junior, who was playing outside, looked up and saw her.

Sister Miriam is back!

He shouted excitedly as he ran towards her.

Miriam laughed and opened her arms. Junior threw himself into her embrace, hugging her tightly.

I've missed you so much, Sister Miriam!

I've missed you too, Junior, she replied with a smile as she gently rubbed his head.

Hearing Junior's excited voice, the rest of the family hurried outside.

Mrs. Chukwudi Joy stepped out of the house with a broad smile.

Miriam!

Mummy!

Mother and daughter embraced warmly after months apart.

Welcome home, my daughter.

Thank you, Mummy. I've really missed all of you.

Her younger siblings gathered around her, smiling and asking different questions at the same time.

A few moments later, Mr. Chukwudi Christian came out of the house.

Welcome home, my daughter.

Thank you, Daddy.

He smiled proudly.

Congratulations on completing your examinations.

Thank you, sir.

Come inside. You must be tired from the journey.

Miriam carried her bags into the house, greeted everyone properly, and sat down for a while. After freshening up, she returned to the dining table.

The sweet aroma of freshly prepared jollof rice filled the room. On the table was a generous serving of jollof rice, well-seasoned chicken, and a chilled bottle of homemade zobo.

Miriam's face lit up immediately.

Mummy... you made jollof rice!

Mrs. Chukwudi Joy smiled.

Of course. I know how much you've missed my cooking.

Miriam laughed as she sat down.

I've been thinking about your food since I left school.

Her mother served her a generous portion.

Eat first before we continue talking.

Miriam took the first spoonful and closed her eyes briefly.

Mmm... I've missed this food so much.

Everyone laughed.

Mr. Chukwudi Christian smiled as he watched her enjoy the meal.

Slow down. The food isn't running away.

Miriam laughed.

Daddy, thank you so much.

For what?

For everything... for sending me money during school and for always taking care of us. And Mummy, thank you for this delicious meal. I've really missed your cooking.

You're welcome, my daughter, Mrs. Chukwudi Joy replied with a smile. We're just happy to have you back home.

Miriam continued eating happily, occasionally taking a sip of the cold zobo. Surrounded by her family, she felt a deep sense of peace and gratitude. Home was exactly where she wanted to be.

That evening, the family sat together in the sitting room, talking and laughing. Miriam shared stories about life on campus, while her younger siblings competed to tell her everything that had happened in her absence.

AGAINST ALL ODDS....

Weeks later, the examination timetable was released. Students gathered around the faculty notice board, eager to check the dates, times, and venues for their examinations. Miriam joined the crowd and patiently waited for her turn.

When she finally got close enough, she carefully went through the examination timetable and wrote it down in her notebook.

Now the real work begins, she said quietly to herself.

From that day, the atmosphere on campus changed completely. The library became even more crowded, group discussions became more frequent, and students spent long hours revising their notes. Everywhere on campus, the conversation was about the examinations.

Miriam followed a reading timetable she had prepared for herself. She attended group discussions with her course mates, revised past questions, and spent long hours in the library. Although she became tired sometimes, she remained determined to do her best in every paper.

Two days before her first examination, Miriam picked up her phone and called her mother.

Mrs. Chukwudi Joy answered almost immediately.

Hello, my daughter.

Good evening, Mummy.

Good evening, my dear. How are you?

I'm fine, Mummy.

How is school?

School is fine, Mummy.

So, what made you call this evening?

Our examinations are starting in two days, so I called to ask you to remember me in your prayers.

Mrs. Chukwudi Joy smiled.

Oh, I see. Don't worry, my daughter. God will see you through. I'll be praying for you. Just read well, stay focused, and don't panic.

Amen. Thank you, Mummy.

How is Daddy and everyone at home?

We are all fine. Your father asked about you this morning. Your younger ones are doing well too.

I'm happy to hear that. Please greet everyone for me.

I will.

Don't worry. Tomorrow your father will send you twenty thousand naira. Buy some provisions and anything else you'll need during your examinations. I don't want you staying hungry while reading or going into the examination hall on an empty stomach.

Miriam smiled.

Thank you so much, Mummy.

You're welcome, my daughter. Just focus on your examinations and make us proud.

I will, Mummy.

After ending the call, Miriam knelt beside her bed and prayed. She committed all her papers into God's hands and asked for wisdom, understanding, and success. When she finished praying, she continued revising her notes until it was time to sleep.

The following morning, Miriam received the money from her father as promised. She smiled when she saw the credit alert on her phone. After attending her morning lecture, she stopped at a nearby supermarket and bought some provisions and other items she would need throughout the examination period.

She returned to her hostel, arranged everything neatly, rested for a while, and later decided to visit Daniel.

When she got to his place, she knocked gently on the door.

Daniel opened it with a smile.

Hi, babe.

Come in.

Thank you.

She walked in and sat down.

How are you doing?

I'm fine. How about you?

I'm fine too.

After chatting for a few minutes, Miriam smiled.

I went shopping today.

Daniel looked at her.

Really?

She nodded.

Yes. My mum called me yesterday and told me my dad would send me some money for my examinations. He sent it this morning, so I bought some provisions.

Daniel smiled.

That was thoughtful of them.

They always do their best for me, Miriam replied.

Daniel nodded.

They're wonderful parents.

He looked at her again.

So, how is your preparation going?

I'm doing my best. I've been reading every day. I just want the examinations to start and finish successfully.

Daniel laughed softly.

I feel the same way. I've been reading every chance I get.
We'll do well.

Miriam smiled.

Yes, we will.

They spent some time talking about school and encouraging each other before Miriam stood up.

I should be going now. I still want to revise before tomorrow.

Daniel walked her to the door.

All the best in your examinations.

Thank you. I wish you success too.

The following morning, Miriam woke up early, got ready, and headed to the examination hall.

The atmosphere around the hall was different. Some students stood in small groups discussing different topics, while others quietly read through their notebooks one last time. A few sat alone with their heads bowed in prayer.

When the invigilator entered, the hall became silent. The answer booklets were shared first, followed by the question papers.

Miriam collected her question paper, whispered a short prayer, carefully read the instructions, and began answering the questions.

One after another, she wrote all her examinations. Some papers were easier than she expected, while others were more challenging, but she remained calm and gave each one her best.

After writing her final paper, Miriam walked out of the examination hall with a smile. She stretched her arms, took a deep breath, and looked up at the sky.

Finally, it's over for this session.

Life on campus continued as usual. Lectures became more demanding as the semester progressed. Miriam spent more time in the library, attended group discussions with her course mates, and worked hard to keep up with her studies.

One afternoon, after lectures, she was arranging her books when her phone rang.

It was Daniel.

Hello.

Hi, Miriam. Are you through with lectures?

Yes, I just finished.

Good. Wait for me at your faculty. I'll be there in a few minutes.

Okay.

About twenty minutes later, Daniel arrived.

Sorry I kept you waiting.

I just got here too, Miriam replied with a smile.

Daniel looked at the books in her hands.

You've been carrying these heavy books around all day?

She laughed.

I don't really have a choice.

He collected them from her.

From today, whenever I'm around, you don't have to carry them alone.

They walked towards the campus gate, talking and laughing along the way.

As they got outside the school gate, Daniel stopped.

I'm hungry. Let's get something to eat.

Miriam smiled.

I was hoping you'd say that.

The two of them laughed.

They walked into a nearby restaurant, found a quiet table, and placed their orders.

While they waited for the food, Daniel looked at Miriam.

So, how's school going?

She sighed.

The semester is becoming stressful. We have assignments almost every week, tests are coming, and everyone is already talking about examinations.

Daniel nodded.

You'll be fine. You've always been hardworking.

I hope so.

You don't have to hope. I believe in you.

His words made her smile.

A few minutes later, the waiter brought their food.

They ate, joked, and laughed over different stories. Daniel teased Miriam about how serious she looked whenever she was reading.

I have to be serious, she replied.

If I don't read, who will write the exams for me?

Daniel laughed.

You'll still read even if they postpone the exams for another six months.

Of course.

That's why I know you'll succeed.

After lunch, Daniel insisted on paying the bill despite Miriam offering to contribute.

Outside the restaurant, they continued walking until they reached the entrance to her hostel.

Thank you for today, Miriam said.

You're welcome.

Don't forget to rest after studying.

I won't.

She smiled, waved goodbye, and walked into the hostel.

That evening, Miriam sat by the window in her room, reading through her notes. A message from Daniel appeared on her phone.

Have you started reading already?

She smiled before replying.

Yes.

I knew it.

She laughed quietly and continued chatting with him while revising her notes.

Months went by, and both of them became even more comfortable with each other. They supported one another through the demands of school, celebrated each other's little achievements, and found joy in the ordinary moments they shared.

As the months went by, Miriam and Daniel's relationship continued to grow stronger. They spent more time together and became even closer. Whenever they were free from lectures, they would meet on campus, walk around together, buy snacks, and sit under the trees talking for hours. Sometimes Daniel would accompany her to her hostel gate before leaving for his own place.

One afternoon, Miriam was sitting in her hostel room, staring at her departmental assignment. She picked up her phone, sighed softly, and called Daniel.

Daniel answered almost immediately.

Hello, my love.

She smiled.

Hello.

How are you?

I'm fine.

You don't sound fine. What's wrong?

Miriam remained quiet for a few seconds before speaking.

I have a departmental assignment to submit tomorrow, but I don't have enough money to print it.

How much do you need?

Ten thousand naira.

Is that all? Don't worry. I'll send it to you right away.

A few minutes later, Miriam's phone beeped.

She picked it up and checked her account balance. Her eyes widened. Daniel had sent twenty thousand naira.

She immediately called him back.

Daniel, you sent twenty thousand naira. I only asked for ten.

He laughed softly.

I know. Print your assignment and use the remaining money to buy food for yourself. You've been skipping meals.

Miriam smiled.

Thank you so much.

You're welcome. Just promise me you'll take care of yourself.

I will.

After ending the call, Miriam couldn't stop smiling. She thanked God silently and went to print her assignment.

As the days passed, Daniel continued to show her love in different ways. Whenever he came to see her, he never came empty-handed. Sometimes he bought her snacks. Other times it was perfumes, clothes, shoes, handbags, or little gifts that made her smile. If she mentioned that she needed something for school, he always did his best to provide it. Knowing that someone genuinely cared for her made Miriam feel loved.

On weekends, they often spent time together. Sometimes they went to restaurants for lunch. Other times they visited parks, watched movies, took pictures together, or simply walked around town talking and laughing. Every moment they spent together brought them closer.

One afternoon, Miriam was walking back from lectures with two of her friends when one of them looked at her and smiled.

See you. You're always smiling these days.

The other friend laughed.

I hope it's not Daniel that is making you forget us.

Miriam laughed.

Stop teasing me.

Her friends smiled.

We're only joking. We're happy for you. It's been a long time since we've seen you this happy.

Miriam smiled but said nothing.

That evening, as she lay on her bed, she thought about everything that had happened over the past few months. She remembered how broken she had been after Emmanuel left her. She never imagined she would be this happy again.

A smile appeared on her face.

Giving Daniel a chance had been one of the best decisions she had ever made.

They exchanged phone numbers before saying goodbye.

The following day, Daniel sent her a message.

Hi, Miriam. It's Daniel from last night. I hope you got home safely.

She replied politely, and from that day, they kept in touch.

Unlike her previous relationship, Miriam was careful. She refused to rush into anything. They spent months talking and getting to know each other better. Daniel was caring and generous. He always checked up on her, encouraged her during examinations, and often surprised her with thoughtful gifts. Gradually, he became an important part of her daily life.

One evening, Daniel invited her to dinner.

I'd like to take you out for dinner this weekend, he said.

Miriam smiled politely.

Thank you, but I don't think I'm ready for that.

Daniel understood and did not pressure her.

A few weeks later, he invited her out again.

Would you like to have lunch with me tomorrow?

Miriam thought about it for a moment before smiling.

Okay. I can do lunch.

The following day, they met for lunch. They talked for hours, laughed together, and got to know each other even better.

After they had finished eating, Daniel looked at Miriam.

Miriam, can I ask you something?

She smiled.

Yes.

I've really enjoyed getting to know you these past few months. Every time I spend time with you, I leave with a smile on my face.

Miriam smiled but remained quiet.

Daniel continued, I know we've only been friends, but my feelings for you have grown. I like you, Miriam, and I would love for us to be more than just friends.

Miriam lowered her head for a moment.

I don't know, Daniel.

Why? he asked gently.

She took a deep breath.

My last relationship didn't end well. It really hurt me. I don't think I'm ready to go through that kind of pain again.

Daniel nodded.

I know I can't change what happened, but I'm not Emmanuel. I'm not asking you to answer me today. Think about it. If your answer is no, I'll respect it. If it's yes, I'll do my best to make you happy.

Miriam did not give Daniel an answer that day.

I need some time to think about it, she said.

Daniel smiled.

That's okay. Take your time. I'll wait.

After that day, Daniel never disturbed her about it. They continued talking as usual. He called to check on her, asked how lectures were going, and sometimes waited for her after classes so they could spend a little time together before she returned to her hostel.

As the weeks went by, Miriam noticed that Daniel remained the same. He never pressured her for an answer or complained about making her wait.

One day, after thinking about it for a long time, Miriam made up her mind.

She called Daniel.

I've thought about what you said.

Daniel smiled.

So... what's your answer?

Miriam smiled.

I'll give us a chance.

Daniel could hardly hide his excitement.

I promise to make you happy.

That was how their relationship began.

Daniel cared for Miriam and always made time for her despite his busy schedule. He called her regularly, checked on her, and often surprised her with thoughtful gifts. Whenever Miriam needed money for handouts, textbooks, or other school expenses, Daniel was always willing to help. He did his best to make sure she lacked nothing within his ability. They spent time together whenever they were free, encouraged each other in their studies, and created beautiful memories together.

Miriam was happy. She enjoyed being with Daniel and was glad she had given him a chance.

Ending her first relationship with Emmanuel was not as easy as Miriam made it seem. Whenever she was around people, she smiled and acted as though everything was fine. She attended lectures, submitted her assignments, and went about her daily activities like nothing had happened. But whenever she was alone, it was a different story.

She missed him more than she wanted to admit. Sometimes she would stare at her phone, hoping to see a message from him. There were days she lost her appetite and barely ate. Some nights she cried herself to sleep, replaying everything that had happened and wondering where things had gone wrong. She often blamed herself, asking if there was something she could have done differently. It was her first heartbreak, and the pain was deeper than anyone around her realized.

Although almost six months had passed since the breakup, Miriam was still struggling to move on. She did her best to hide her pain, but one of her closest friends noticed the change in her.

One afternoon after lectures, her friend walked up to her.

Babe, what is wrong with you?

Miriam forced a smile.

Nothing. I'm fine.

Her friend looked at her and shook her head.

"Is it because of Emmanuel?"

Miriam looked at her but said nothing.

Her friend sighed.

Babe, it's been almost six months since you and Emmanuel broke up, and you're still hurting yourself over him. The so-called Emmanuel has probably moved on with his life. There are plenty of guys out there who will treat you better than that fool. You have to stop punishing yourself because of someone who couldn't value you.

Miriam lowered her head and remained quiet.

Her friend gently held her hand.

Come on, let's go out this weekend. Let's dance away all these worries. All bills are on me.

Miriam shook her head.

I don't feel like going anywhere.

Her friend smiled.

No, this one is a must. You're coming with me. No excuses.

After much persuasion, Miriam finally agreed.

That weekend, they went to a popular club in Nsukka. The music was loud, the lights flashed across the room, and people filled the dance floor, laughing and enjoying themselves. It had been a long time since Miriam had gone anywhere just to have fun.

At first, she sat quietly, watching everyone around her. Her friend walked over to her, stretched out her hand, and said, Come on. You didn't come here to sit all night.

Miriam smiled faintly, stood up, and joined her on the dance floor.

As they danced, she noticed a young man standing a few metres away. Every now and then, she caught him looking in her direction. At first, she ignored him, thinking it was nothing. A few minutes later, she looked again. He was still looking at her. When their eyes met, he smiled.

Not long after, the young man walked towards her.

Hi, he said with a smile. I hope I'm not interrupting.

Miriam smiled politely.

No, you're not.

The young man smiled again.

My name is Daniel.

Miriam smiled and replied,

I'm Miriam.

The young man smiled again.

My name is Daniel.

Miriam smiled and replied,

I'm Miriam.

Daniel signaled to one of the attendants and ordered more drinks for them.

You didn't have to do that, Miriam said.

Daniel smiled.

It's nothing. I just wanted you ladies to enjoy yourselves.

A few minutes later, the drinks arrived. They raised their glasses, took a few sips, enjoyed their drinks, and danced to the music. Before long, Miriam found herself smiling and laughing again. For the first time in months, she was genuinely enjoying the moment.

As the night drew to a close, Daniel asked if he could have her phone number. Miriam hesitated. After everything she had gone through with Emmanuel, she was not ready to let another man into her life so easily.

Her friend gently nudged her and whispered with a smile, It's just your number, not marriage.

Miriam laughed.

Okay.

By her second year at the University of Nigeria, Nsukka, Miriam had settled into university life. She was familiar with the campus, had adjusted to her academic routine, and had made a few friends along the way.

One afternoon after lectures, as she was leaving her faculty, a young man greeted her. She responded politely and continued on her way.

A few days later, they crossed paths again. The young man smiled as soon as he saw her.

"Hey, we meet again."

Miriam smiled back.

"Yes."

He stretched out his hand.

"I'm Emmanuel from the Department of Estate Management. I'm a 300-level student."

Miriam smiled and shook his hand.

"I'm Miriam from the Department of Banking and Finance. I'm a 200-level student."

"It's nice to meet you, Miriam," Emmanuel said.

"Nice to meet you too," Miriam replied.

She looked at him for a moment and said with a smile, "I've been seeing you around, but you're not in our faculty. What are you doing here?"

Emmanuel smiled.

"I usually come here to see a friend."

"Oh, I see," Miriam replied.

They talked for a few more minutes before going their separate ways.

From that day, they would occasionally stop to exchange greetings whenever they saw each other on campus. As time went on, their conversations became longer, and they gradually got to know each other better. Before long, they exchanged phone numbers and started talking more often. Some days they would chat after lectures, while other days they spoke on the phone whenever they were both free.

As their friendship grew, Emmanuel developed feelings for Miriam. One day, he told her how he felt and asked if she would be willing to be in a relationship with him.

Miriam did not answer immediately. She asked for some time to think about it. She had never been in a relationship before, so she wanted to be sure she was making the right decision.

After giving it some thought, she accepted. That was how her first relationship began.

For a while, everything seemed fine. They enjoyed spending time together and often encouraged each other in their studies. Miriam believed she had made the right decision.

But after some time, Emmanuel's attitude began to change.

He wanted to know where she was all the time and expected her to explain every little thing she did. If she missed his call because she was in class or studying, he would become upset. Whenever he saw her talking to a male coursemate, he immediately assumed something was going on between them.

At first, Miriam thought he was only being protective, so she tried to reassure him. She explained herself whenever he misunderstood her and did everything she could to avoid arguments.

Instead of getting better, things became worse.

He became controlling and constantly accused her of things she never did. Simple conversations turned into arguments, and she found herself apologizing even when she had done nothing wrong.

As the months passed, Miriam realized she was no longer happy. The relationship that had once brought her joy had become emotionally exhausting. She knew she deserved peace of mind.

After five months, she made the difficult decision to end the relationship.

It was painful because it was her first heartbreak, but she knew staying would only make things worse.

After years of studying in secondary school, Miriam reached her final year. Like every other graduating student, she wrote her Senior School Certificate Examination (SSCE). She knew the examination was important because it was one of the major requirements for gaining admission into a university.

She spent weeks preparing for the examination. She read during the day and often stayed up late at night revising her notes. When the examination finally began, she gave it her best. After writing her papers, all she could do was wait for the results. When the results were released, Miriam had passed. Her family was overjoyed. Not long after, she graduated from secondary school.

Miriam had also written the Joint Admissions and Matriculation Board (JAMB) examination. She prepared diligently, studied hard, and prayed for success. When her result was released, she was delighted to discover that she had passed.

With her SSCE and JAMB results, Miriam completed the admission process. Not long after, she received the news she had been praying for.

She had been offered admission to the University of Nigeria, Nsukka.

Her parents were overjoyed. Mr. Chukwudi Christian congratulated his daughter. Mrs. Chukwudi Joy thanked God for making it possible. The whole family celebrated the good news.

For Miriam, it was the beginning of a new chapter in her life.

A few weeks later, she resumed at the University of Nigeria, Nsukka. Everything felt new. The environment was different. The people were different. She was excited to begin the journey she had always dreamed of.

As the days went by, she gradually adjusted to university life. She attended lectures, met new classmates, and began settling into her new environment. Although she was enjoying school, things were not always easy.

There were times Miriam needed money for school fees, handouts, feeding, transportation, and other school expenses. Sometimes, she would call her father.

"Daddy, I need money," she would say.

There were moments she could hear the tiredness in his voice.

"My daughter, I don't have it now. Call your mother."

Those words always hurt her. Not because she blamed him. She knew he was trying. She knew he wanted to do more. But she also knew things had changed.

When she called her mother, Mrs. Chukwudi Joy would listen carefully and try to find a way. Sometimes she would ask Miriam to give her a little time while she looked for the money. No matter how difficult things became, she always did her best. Even when she was tired. Even when she had her own challenges. She never stopped fighting for her children.

Watching her parents struggle made Miriam even more determined to succeed. Every sacrifice they made reminded her of the responsibility she carried. She promised herself that one day, all their efforts, sleepless nights, and sacrifices would not be in vain. One day, she would make them proud.

To be continued ...

AGAINST ALL ODDS....

As time went on, things started changing.

Mr. Chukwudi Christian's business started facing challenges.

It was not that he stopped working.

It was not that he stopped caring.

He was still waking up every morning, leaving the house early, and doing everything possible to keep his business running.

But the money coming in was no longer enough to take care of the family the way it used to.

The responsibility became heavier.

Mrs. Chukwudi Joy continued running her own business.

She worked every day, trying to support her husband and make sure the family never went without the essentials.

Together, they did everything they could.

Even with both of them working hard, meeting the family's needs became more difficult.

Miriam started noticing that her mother was carrying a lot.

The woman who used to smile easily became quieter.

Some nights, Miriam would wake up and see the light in her mother's room still on.

Sometimes she would hear her talking about bills, school fees, and how to make things work.

There were days her mother cried.

Not because she was weak.

But because she was tired.

Tired of trying to make sure everyone was okay.

Tired of carrying a load that was becoming heavier every day.

Miriam noticed everything, even though she was still young.

She saw her father's frustration.

She saw her mother's sacrifices.

The things they once enjoyed became difficult.

The family started cutting down on expenses.

Things that were normal before became things they had to think twice about.

There were days they had to postpone buying certain things because other needs were more important.

Even with all these changes, Mr. Chukwudi Christian and Mrs. Chukwudi Joy never stopped encouraging their children to take their education seriously.

They believed education would open doors that hardship could not close.

Miriam held on to those words.

She remained focused on her studies.

She believed that one day, all her parents' sacrifices would be worth it.

To be continued....

"AGAINST ALL ODDS".....

Miriam was born into a family of six.
She was the first child of Mr. Chukwudi Christian and Mrs. Chukwudi Joy. After Miriam came Linda.
Then Christian, who was fondly called Junior because he bore his father's name.The last child was Choice.

Growing up, Miriam enjoyed being surrounded by her family. Their house was always full of life.There was always someone laughing. Someone calling another person's name. Someone running from one room to another.
Someone complaining that another person had taken their food. The house was hardly ever quiet.

To Miriam, that was what home looked like.
As the first child, she naturally helped her mother with many responsibilities. Whenever Mrs. Joy was busy, Miriam looked after Linda, Junior, and Choice. She helped them with little things around the house. Sometimes she assisted them with their schoolwork.Other times, they played together like every other family.She never saw it as a burden.She simply enjoyed being a big sister.

Mr. Chukwudi Christian was a hardworking businessman. Every morning, he left home to attend to his business and returned in the evening to his family. He believed in working hard and providing for his wife and children.

Mrs. Chukwudi Joy was also a hardworking woman. She works as a civil servant and runs her own business, working just as hard to support the family.Despite her busy schedule, she always made time for her children.She made sure they went to school. She made sure there was food in the house. She made sure they were well taken care of. The children grew up knowing they were loved.

Life at home was simple.
Meals were shared around the same table.
Weekends were spent together.
The children laughed, argued, made up, and continued playing as though nothing had happened.
Those moments became some of Miriam's favourite memories.

As the years went by, Miriam continued to grow. She remained focused on her education while enjoying the love and care of her family.
Home was the one place she always looked forward to returning to.