Tuesday, 4 October 2016

DIARY: 10 Years After Graduation

Oh, where do I start with this one?

Oshodi Comprehensive High School


Writing a blog post wouldn't do justice to what I intend to say about my secondary school days. I'm unsure about making it a very long one or putting it into separate posts. Perhaps, I should start thinking of publishing my first book already. :D

We spend our whole lives worrying about the future. Planning for it. Trying to predict it. As if figuring it out will cushion the blow. But the future is always changing.

The future is the home of our deepest fears and our wildest hopes. But one thing is certain – when it finally reveals itself, the future is never the way we imagined it. At least it isn’t for me.

It goes beyond my expectation.

Why do we insist on growing up so quickly and having our lives all figured out by the time we’re 30? And for those of us who don’t have it figured out right now, why do we feel like we’ve failed?

Truth is, I don’t think I would be happier had my life gone according to plan. I’m a firm believer that everything happens because God wills it.

With all of that being said, I left secondary school in 2006. I was quite young and smart then. But now, who knows what has become of me? Lol.

Red Star Scholarship

I was (or should I say, I am?) intelligent but I was not bold. The best leadership position for someone like me was to be a Library Prefect. I remember locking myself up in the library during break/lunch time. The library was my safe haven.

As a teenager who was extremely shy and suffered from chronic inferiority complex, I had always dreamed of holding a mic to talk to an audience. I never believed I would anyway, knowing I couldn't face a crowd even if my life depended on it. I just thought it'd be cool as I admired outspoken and confident people from afar.

God hears the silent whispers of your heart.

God recently spoke into my spirit through Psalm 3:1-4, which talks about people doubting David but he is protected by God. It is the perfect comfort to where I am in life at this point, that no matter what happens to me and no matter what people think of me, I am protected and cared for by a God who made the earth and its fullness thereof. I am in the hands of a God who is faithful and true.

I guess I am trying to encourage whoever is reading this wherever they're at in their personal journey with God or in their walk of faith to stay trusting.

God is aware of you.

In 2006, I dreamed of holding a mic and talking to a large crowd. I didn't know why though. It was just a picture I had in my head. For someone who couldn't stand to talk in front of her peers, that was a BIG dream. Believe me, it was. 

Fast forward to 17 September, 2016 . . . I was addressing my teachers and principal. I literally ordered them to stand, sit, and clap their hands when I deemed fit as the host of my school's 35th anniversary/reunion.

It was an experience with God so overwhelming that I am brought to tears every time I think about it.

It was a day I dreamed about 

I have encountered moments of "this is a dream come true" before, it was never anything like this. He had never spoken to my heart and soul as clearly as He did here.

"I MADE IT HAPPEN. SEE, YOU ARE HERE NOW."

Mrs Adebayo, my principal. She is retired now. I used to be afraid of her. 

I don't know HOW I got here, but I'm here now.

"God is able to do exceedingly abundantly above all we ever ask or dream."

I have always been a dreamer.

The God of the little baby girl is the same God of the young sweet lady. "I'm not where I want to be yet, but I am not where I had been." I would never ever stop dreaming.

Yesterday’s impossibilities are today’s miracles.

10 years from now, I will definitely be married and most likely have at least a child if not two. I might be a multi-billionaire and whatever I'll be doing as a job, I hope it's something I love at somewhere I love. I don't know where I'll be living at this time - I could be here in Nigeria or over there in the UK. I could even be somewhere completely unexpected. Who knows?

Happy 10th-year-after-graduation to me!!!

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Written by Nwamaka Ajaegbu 
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