"MY FATHER"

I used to think that people who had, or should I say, carryovers are not serious in school; they are dullards who refuse to read their books. I'm not trying to justify the fact that everyone who had a carryover, it's not their fault. No, all I'm trying to say is that there are faces to these things. When I say I'm not trying to justify having a carryover, I mean it because I once had a carryover that I didn't read for, and that was the last carryover I had. The reason I didn't read for it was that the first carryover I had was a battle for me, I couldn't get the textbook because of financial restraints, and I couldn't go to the other room (because I don't have anything to give in the other room), both in cash and kind. I knew I read, I studied, and it devastated me, and then I lost hope of ever coming out of school with first-class honors. My joy was that I didn't promise anybody first class, not my parents, not my siblings, not my friends, not anybody. So.....

That carryover followed me from 100 till final year, getting to final year the course was no longer in our curriculum as a department. I forgot to tell you that then it was a borrowed course, now we have returned it to the owners 🤣. I walked from office to office, filled forms that were thrown into the trash bin either by me or those in the office, I was broken just because of one course, just one. I almost gave up because the process that followed picking another course to substitute the one I needed to write was hectic 😭.

That was when I met "my father." I call him my father; Winnie calls him my second husband. I call him my father because my last name is his middle name. He taught me everything I needed to know, he was a corporal in my school then, he drafted out time tables for me, gave me reading hours and play hours (he was really strict). How did we meet? I went to my faculty to do registration and he just saw my name and then ......... It wasn't easy but I did it. Normally, I can't read on my own; it has to be a question-and-answer section for me to understand perfectly. He stopped me from going for group reading and asked that I read alone for long hours, while in the background he was looking for ways to help with the registration of the course, and he did.
I wrote the exams and then passed, which I have been battling with since year one. God used him.
I would have loved to mention his full name but I'll just say ## Chukwuemeka Nnam ## God bless you. While writing this post his message just popped up on my screen 😁.
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peace out ✌️

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