In 2001, I made my O ’level in one sitting and I thought everything concerning my academics were going to go that smoothly, but it didn’t work that way. In 2003, my mum made me go to the school of Health Technology where she was a lecturer, instead of staying at home to wait for admission into the university. I graduated from the School of Health in 2006, worked for some time while I continued with my search for admission. I, actually, went to ten institutions in my search for admission. In 2007, I gave up and refused to take the JAMB examination. In 2008, however, my mum suggested I attend a private university. I asked her how she and my dad were going to cope as my younger brother was in the same university studying law. She just said God will provide, and He did provide because I never had issues with school fees. I went to the private university and I told God on my first night there that I must graduate from the school with nothing less than a 2.1 after the delay. I studied hard, my exams were good but my results were poor. My classmates who I taught even did better than me. The second semester in my third year, I went out of my hostel one night after crying over my results and told God that the grades I had were not mine. I refused to accept them after that night; I didn’t even calculate my CGPA. Then, I started trusting God for a miraculous grade (2.1) as I heard from someone in my school that it had happened before. I encouraged myself knowing that God is the same God back then and right now. I kept telling myself that I am intelligent as I started feeling very dull and my classmates stopped meeting me to explain anything. I got to know the principle behind giving and tithing. In my fourth year, the second semester, I got my rhema word “…with God all things are possible” (Matthew 19:26b) and in 1 Chronicle 28:20 from The Living Bible Translation, “Be strong and courageous and get to work. Don’t be frightened by the size of the task, for the Lord my God is with you; he will not forsake you. He will see to it that everything is finished correctly”. I held on to this word and kept sowing seeds.

In my final year, we were asked to choose a field under our major course. It happened that the departments were not balanced; some had over forty students while others had three or five students. So, we were asked to do a ballot. I picked a department I didn’t want and so I spoke with some lecturers in the department. The head lecturer asked me if I wanted to be in his department and I said it was fine with me. I stayed there, got a supervisor and my seminar topic approved. At the end of the semester, my HOD sent for me and asked me to go back to the other department. After much delay, I had to go back and was told they were through with lectures already and had gone halfway with practical. They had two tests the next day, done one already and one in two days’ time. I went in for the test unprepared and just wrote anything that came into my head. That made my final year results worse; I didn’t even bother putting them down. After checking seven results and five were Es, I just stopped checking my results and just left school after everything. I just kept sowing seeds in church and speaking God’s Word concerning everything. After two months, I got a call from a friend that a list was put up in school for inducting students and only thirty-five out of eighty students were inducting and my name was included. After my induction, I went back to school for my result notification and boldly written on it was Second Class (Upper Division), a 2.1. It was amazing and mind-blowing because the grades I had culminated to a third class. Before my induction, I was already looking for where to do my internship. I made some calls, and my mum sent a number to me from my uncle to call one of the federal medical centres. The person I called asked me to come to the hospital after my induction with my license and other credentials. I got a push in my spirit to go along with my school of health certificate. I was told I have a space for an internship already in the hospital and my school of health result was an added advantage. They asked me if I wanted to continue working with them after my internship and I willingly complied. I went for the interview examination and realized that the person I met doesn’t have the full power to give me the job so I started praying. When I called him, he informed me that he had just met with the Chief Medical Director of the hospital and that the person, whom I don’t know, told him that my name was already on the list for recruitment because my cousin called on my behalf. Till this very moment, I keep wondering which cousin called the CMD because no other person apart from my immediate family members and my uncle and his wife knew about my interview in that hospital. This was an interview where I met people that graduated more than three years before me from my school. I just got an internship space and a job in the same hospital at the same time with ease. Praise be to God!