Weathering the Storm

University days are often accompanied with discoveries, developments, strings of enjoyment and some form of adversities but mine was filled with struggles all through which seem to intensify from the later part of third year to my fourth year which was the final year. Financial difficulties was the peak of them all.

Campus fellowship drama was also sandwiched into the financial challenges. It seemed like everywhere I faced, it was one blow seven die
It was by this time the governor of my state started paying civil servants of which my mom was one, half salary. We were two in our final year by then.
Studying took extra effort because food was not readily available. Reading on empty stomach is not rosy at all.

I could only pay half of my final year fees. The other half became a thug of war.
Moreover, my project supervisor decided to add to my frustration. I went to him with chapter three of my project, he sent me out of his office, told me he wasn't going to continue being my supervisor. I should get another.
I had to ask myself who did I offend?
I couldn't get the textbooks I would borrow and return.

The fellowship issue was there,in fact it degenerated to conducting deliverance service for me and some other sisters who were tagged witches sent to destroy the church 🧐

Well I attended a conference as a means to get away from all the troubles. There, I had a one on one session with a counselor. After the session I came back to school with renewed vigour because somebody understood me after all. I had hope and faith in myself again.

My hope was further renewed when a curious course mate came around and offered to lend me money to balance my school fees. This fueled my energy to commit more to reading. It was already late though, the payment portal was closed but there was hope I'd graduate with my set. I was hopeful I'd complete my project which I did after all. I got to find out that my supervisor transferred aggression to me.

However, the portal was reopened on the morning of the examination. Thanks to afternoon exams. I raced to the bank without having my bath. All was settled an hour to the exam and I headed to the hall.
When I completed my final exams I couldn't help but shed tears of joy and wonder where the strength and resilience to weather the storms came from.