Friday, January 18, 2008
In my secondary school days, I was an A class student, all the teachers loved me except my maths teacher. I was just a bad case at maths. My mind would wonder off in maths classes. It always seemed like my maths teacher was the main actor in a slow motion film, the clock always ticked slowly and I would while away time sketching his thick glasses, huge nose and heavy moustache.
So it was doomsday for me when the vice principal announced that any student who didn't pass both maths and english on credit level would not get promoted. English and other subjects were mincemeat but maths...!
Prior to the exams I remember begging God to do a miracle so that I won't be disgraced.
Well sha, we did the exams and gist started flying about that only 15 people in my class passed the maths exams. That day my heart kept pounding, my appetite was gone, at night my sleep was in snatches, then I would wake up and stare at the ceiling. I even put my Bible on my chest, hoping that would make God have mercy on my.
The following day, I was chilling in class when the class captain came in with a big grin plastered to his face. He claimed he just finished collating the maths results and only 10 people including him passed the exam. To my utter dismay, he started mentioning names and behold, my name was not mentioned.
The first thing that came to my mind was how I'ld inform my single parent - African soldier - Hardworking mum that I'ld be repeating a class. Then I wondered what people would say, Oh! the shame. The painful thing for me was, I was Brilliant! I was winning televised inter-school debates and all. So I made up my mind, got out of school, went to a drug store, bought some pills of Valium and decided to end it all.
I got back to school and swallowed the pills. Before I knew wassup, I was feeling groggy and funny. School staff took me home and luckily for me my aunt was home, she quickly called a doctor who advised that I be given lots of milk to neutralize the pills. I was given lots of milk and slept 48 hours straight.
When I woke, I felt awkward. My younger brother asked me if I had seen Jesus (LoL). I didn't know what my mum was gonna say, I couldn't look her in the face. She sat by me hugged me, thanked God for keeping me alive and told me something that changed my life, ' Obstacles and challenges stengthen our nerves and sharpens our skills, when we give up, we become failures'.
I got back to school , the results were finally released and I passed ( I'm still not sure if I really passed or if he math teacher was just being kind). My mum's words were written on my heart, I am not a Failure, I must never give up. She was my first mentor. Still is.
So I gained admission into the university and desperately wanted to study a particular course but I was given another. I was dissappointed, how many times had I begged God to make my dreams come true? I said God did not care and put my Bible under my bed, I was quarrelling with God. Then I met Sister Ruth and she assured me that the plans God has for me are way beyond my imagination, that he's got everything under control. Such true words! Sister Ruth was my second mentor.
Then the boys started coming, left, right, centre, saying sweet words and all that, but I clearly remember Pastor Bimbo's voice (RIP), cautioning relentlessly. Another mentor I will never forget.
Today, I look around and see youths blinded by circumstances, lacking in wisdom and understanding, so much like...cotton wool, lacking in substance. Truth is, we have few mentors around. Youths are left at the mercy of celebs, corrupt leaders and all such who leave questionable examples behind.
Being a mentor doesn't mean you have to be on teevee like Oprah. A kind word of encouragement or sound advice, motivation, leaving a good example, demonstrating values even when you think no one is watching. These, I think are what makes a mentor.
In 2008 I have made a resolution to be a mentor, I hope you will too.
MY PROPHESIES FOR YEAR 2008! (LOL)
N.B: The following prophesies will come to pass only by faith.
Allied: From 2008, your talents and qualities will be celebrated. You will not stand before mere men, you will stand before Kings.
30+: You will accomplish something great this year. This is your year of divine favour.
ONB: Something will happen to you this year that will make you weep for joy. Let go of hurt.
Pamela: Opportunities will come your way this year. People will go out of their way to please you.
Free2bme: God is moulding you into the best you can be. 2008 is your year of growth
...Pastors dey try o! Anyway sha, everyone in blogville, 2008 is our year of goodies o jare!