Good day Nairalander, i feel to share with you a part of the story of my life. Life's never been easy, but who says it's easy.
I'm writting this as a narrative but it doesn't undermine it's veracity. It is a story ladden with sorrow albeit with a joyful end and of course, if you like, you can envisage the future i will have
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Two weeks ago, i was in an informal meeting with ernest Shonekan, General yakubu Gowon, the king of Lagos, commissioner of police of Lagos state and babs Animashaun. It was a discussion involving the development of Lagos and in extension, the southwest (of course, i can't reveal indept.). I am 22yrs of age and three years ago, when i was in school, i was a man who didn't eat for two days on a go because i didn't have a dime to even purchase a cup of garri. It was in that in the heat of that penury that i coined this word of wisdom 'SOME ARE BORN WITH A SILVER SPOON, SOME ARE NOT. BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN ALL CAN NOT HAVE A SILVER SPOON. IF YOU ARE NOT BORN WITH A SILVER SPOON, YOU CAN FORGE YOURS. TRY MUCH HARDER AND YOU WILL FORGE NOT A SILVER SPOON BUT A GOLDEN ONE'. From thence, the vision of my life change, from a man of 6k per month as allowance to becoming a representative of a multi-national organization. Here is my story. I enjoin you all to read, sympathize or scoff if you wish. What i hope is that someone will learn from my endeavours.
Update at evening.
I dedicate this to Marieolae, cos i'm inspired by her talent of poetry. And of course, drcynthia, my friend

This narrative is gonna be divided into three chapters:
chapter 1; My life before college
chapter 2; My life whilst in college
chapter 3: My life after college and now.
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The second of a family of four children, i was born into a family whose father and mother were teachers. A government primary school teacher. I was raised in a christian home and of course with a strong hand of discipline. We were taught hard work, love, discipline and if you like call it 'righteousness' but i call it a ZOE kind of life.
One night, my father called me, and told me in the mid of the night 'I want you to become a professor of medicine'...i concurred and work to achieve that started in earnest. I read, read, read and read and i was rewarded with 288 in JAMB with a view to entering OAU later that year (2007). I bought everything including textbooks, new shirts, trousers...infact, OAU ID card 'rope' only to check my admission status to see 'not yet admitted'. I went to the faculty in fury only to be shown the cut off marks... The cut off was 294.5(OAU is chai). I was offered medical rehabilitation which i rejected cos my dream is to be a medical doctor.
I had to come home and start reading again. But i had a problem that would put me to shame that year until i met Jesus. My father was/is a pastor but i was a thieve. I did steal then. I was infected with a spirit of stealing not 10k not 100k but something as little as #10.
Update after evening meal. I greet everyone viewing

I was used to 'thieving' #10, 50, 100 from mum's purse(future moms, take note) which i was never reprimanded for. I would go in the midnight to take an extra meat. I was so bedeviled with kleptomania that one day, i left church to steal from a member's house while the service was ongoing. In the course of trying to force an entry, i was apprehended by a neighbour of the man (a deacon in church my father pastored), on questioning, i foolishly gave my name out with an excuse that i was sent from church to take something.
Of course you can guess what happened at the night. There was shouting at our residence, with my mother claiming it must have be a conspiracy theory to muddle our name. But upon being called out, the man, i mean the neighbour gave me a slap before asking if i was the one. You can better imagine the shame. You can expect the punishment i incurred. I was downcasted. I lost my integrity on my street. I fell into depression...

After receiving the beating of my life. I slept only to wake up in the midnight to hear the cry, prayers of my mother saying "Lord, but your words says 'I and the children you give me are for signs and wonders'. Lord make shone out the glory of my son. Break him out from the yoke slowing him down".
I was moved to tears and at that moment, went to prostrate and beg. 'i will never do that again'. She held me, i 16yrs old guy to her bosom and placed her hands on me saying 'samuel, your head shall be lifted like a horn of unicorn'. I made a promise that as from hence, i will live my life for God. But little did i know
The next day, I stole again.

The next day, i stole a thousand Naira from my mother's purse...and to my dismay, she found out where i hid the money. I ran out of the house to sleep with a friend. Hmmm. At 2:10am we heard a knock at the door. It was my mother, traversing the length and breadth of our area in search of me at the 2am!. She took me home, placed a food before me and told me that she knows it was a mistake, that i never intended to steal again, but that i needed the money and that next time i need money, i should ask. That act of passion moved me.
***permit me at this juncture to write a poem for my mum.

'In the cold of the night
you engaged me in a fight
Not one to lay waste
but one to make great

who is like a mother
or who is like a father

A girl can leave when love wanes
A guy can leave after sex
but a Mum stays forever

Cc Marieolae and drcynthia. My tutors in poetry

Last update (even though you guys aren't commenting)***

i opened my bible to read the verse that changed my life and in retrospect, that change is the spring board to this my present position. The verse reads 'for the things which i don't want to do, i find myself doing. But the things which i want to do, i don't do. Who will save me from myself?....'. That very night, i gave my life to Christ... That was november 2007 and i was 15yrs.
I wrote another jamb the following year and being short of meeting medicine, i reluctantly accepted nursing which i was offered. 80 students were admitted and the guys were only 10. I decided to stay in nursing to spend away time while preparing for another jamb. ***

Wow,u ve got d best mum in d world

Vikkyk10:
Wow,u ve got d best mum in d world

thanks eh. Thanks friend

I thought it was ur diary; thank God you gave your life to Jesus Christ; were would you have been today?

Bantino:
I thought it was ur diary; thank God you gave your life to Jesus Christ; were would you have been today?

perhaps in a rehabilitation centre.

Yea. I'm contemplating if i should move it to diary. It doesn't at al look like a literary work. But i bet, it's interesting... There are episodes of failure, success, love, disappointment, misdemeanour, and a young career man can readily learn. I'm writing it without the literary 'effects' because of shortage of time. I'm on leave now, so i got a little time till next week

Nice mum i must say

almacherish:
Nice mum i must say

it's now i understand. And of course soon, i will write on her impacts on my success.

Samakinr:
The next day, i stole a thousand Naira from my mother's purse...and to my dismay, she found out where i hid the money. I ran out of the house to sleep with a friend. Hmmm. At 2:10am we heard a knock at the door. It was my mother, traversing the length and breadth of our area in search of me at the 2am!. She took me home, placed a food before me and told me that she knows it was a mistake, that i never intended to steal again, but that i needed the money and that next time i need money, i should ask. That act of passion moved me.
***permit me at this juncture to write a poem for my mum.

'In the cold of the night
you engaged me in a fight
Not one to lay waste
but one to make great

who is like a mother
or who is like a father

A girl can leave when love wanes
A guy can leave after sex
but a Mum stays forever

Cc Marieolae and drcynthia. My tutors in poetry

I am always loyal o!
*cheers* to our mothers

drcynthia:

I am always loyal o!
*cheers* to our mothers

We no dey see ur break light again o