Taking to her Facebook page, Christy, narrated how she suffered for seven years before she finally got admitted into a Federal University in Nigeria. According to her, she says she graduated from High school at the age of 16 and thought she would gain admission immediately.
She's a fresh from the University of Ibadan, where she studied Anthropology for five (5) years. She gained admission at the age of 23 and graduated at 28. Narrating her story, she wrote:
"I made a post a few years back.. In that post I said if I'm lucky enough to graduate from the University of Ibadan, I'll find a place to cry fess and then come here to talk about how hard it was to get to this point
I'm 28 now and I realize now that I react abnormally to things happening around me.. Bottom line is, I no cry kan kan but I still owe you guys that story.
I know my friends on WhatsApp are probably thinking "Her status don dey too much na, na she go first graduate?" Make una no vex, my eye see wennn before I reach this stage
I graduated high school in 2009, I was 16 at the time. I thought gaining admission was just vibes and inshallah bhet e no tey before my head reset. I would get to stay at home for 7 years before God finally picked my call. During my waiting period, sometimes na money or cutoff mark go spoil things and sometimes na my failing health. I had ovarian cyst, lump in the breast, ulcer etcetera.
Do you know what it feels like being the prototype of failure in the family ? I am the first grandchild on my mom's side.. Folks would make snide remarks, the subtle insults. I made my last and final attempt at the whole school thing when I was 22. I told my mum, if this doesn't work, I'm done, I'll go learn a skill. I didn't choose UI, I had heard scary stories about the school so I stayed away. How many book I know wey I wan go UI, but somehow God used my mum to set things in motion. She changed my choice of school from OAU to UI.
You people should have seen me read for UI's post utme. I read like a MAD person, e reach one stage my big mummy/aunt that I lived with then seized my books. UI wey I hear say e hard to enter. Time reach and i passed the exam and when the admission list was released, I was on the merit list, we were just 30. I wanted to run mad walahi.. I gained admission at 23 when all my classmates from high school don serve finish
I thought my travails were finally over, foolish me. During pre resumption clearance, they found out that my subject combination for my course (Theatre Arts) was wrong, na so UI throw my file for floor say make I dey go. How I didn't die that day ehnnn, I no know. My village peepu strong ooo, dem follow me reach that place. But you know when God says it's time, then it's time.
After 4months of discarding my file, I received a call from admission office that I've been given a course that aligns with my subject combination and just like that, Anthropology chose me and the journey began. 5 years, 5 years of strife, 5years of trying to prove a point, 5years of God's strength whenever mine failed me. I almost dropped out in 300 level, I was tired, depressed and mentally battered but God helped me to hold on. The devil gave it one last shot in final year, baba dey disguise, he came to torment me through my project bhet as always God shenk am.
I did not just graduate, I made good grades. I know people wey bin dey wait make I come house dey cry about failure but if God plan na for me to shout Eureka at the end, who dem be? How dem take form ? I hope you'll pardon my plenty status and inexplicable Joy now. Let me revel in it, I think I deserve that much."
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