Brewing Excitement.

I get really excited when the people around me attain their goals or when they make big wins. The joy is always simply contagious and for hours and even days, I found myself smiling widely whenever I remember their big wins. This has been my condition for the past month and to avoid imploding from so much excitement, I decided to channel some of that excitement into writing a post.

Every single day for the past month has felt like a song, with its tunes constantly coursing through my veins and just when I think this effect is about to die down, another good news emerges. Sometimes I feel like I'm more excited than the bearers of the news but what to do when I just can't help it? I bask.

Due to the tragic covid-19 outbreak and the strike by the Academic Staff Union of Universities(ASSU), extra years were automatically added for university students. This simply means that a student who enrolled for a four year course ended up doing five years. This was the case for every single student and as you can imagine, it wasn't pleasant news. All the plans people made went down the drain. I particularly felt bad for the students struggling to single-handedly put themselves through school. Another set of students that evoked my fellow feeling were students studying medicine and surgery or dental surgery because they had it worse. By right, they were to spend six years in school but ended up spending eight years.

During a conversation with a medical student, she was recapping her early years in the university and how she envisioned that by a certain age, she would be done and by a certain age, she would be happily married, living in the house of her dreams and driving the car of her dreams. But life happened and two extra years were snatched from her, alongside her colleagues. Although the topic may seem heavy, this particular conversation wasn’t tinged with sadness but instead filled with heartfelt gratitude and this somehow made me inwardly celebrate her feat.

The person I had the above conversation with is now an official graduate and would be inducted by Tuesday. I am excited about the upcoming celebrations but more excited about the fact that she, through the strive, hassle and hardwork, was able to emerge victorious. While we were still analysing her journey from when she started medical school till this moment, I was inclined to point out the fact that she started with a clean sheet and was given the liberty to write her own story and this she did, rather splendidly. She obviously started with hundreds of other promising students but due to circumstances, not all the students ended with her. This in itself is a great privilege and an even greater achievement.

Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield is one of the many songs that have lived rent free in my head for the past couple of days. The song has themes such as self-empowerment, individuality, optimism, growth, resilience and perseverance all embedded in its lyrics. This post is an attempt not to give any spoilers while still trying to demonstrate my excitement. Therewith, I would allow the song to do most of the talking and after Tuesday, I can do the rest of the talking.

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LIEBE🤍