Time Changes Yesterday

Everyone gets tired, especially after many moves have been made, yet nothing productive seems to be coming forth. And this is because the excruciating pain that follows a dashed hope is immeasurable — in fact, it’s an indescribable horror.

Sometime in the year 2014, my dream of graduating from the University was short-lived, when I was indicted by a colleague in an examination malpractice saga.

For months, we were on that case until the University’s Senate ruled that WE (myself and the guy) rewrite the contentious paper. The consequence of this was that I had to spend an extra session in School, while my colleagues graduated. All my post-graduation dreams were shattered as I had to include in my plans what I did not envisage.

I was delayed for 18 months after my colleagues graduated. It was hell. I had to battle depression, a continuum of bitterness (for both the school management and the fellow that indicted me), and the embarrassing scenarios of having to explain to everyone who asked why I was still in school (as against what they knew about my high academic records and astounding brilliance).

Well, the 18 months came and left in a hurry, only for me to wait for another 1 year to go for NYSC. I was completely broken, though I managed to chin-up during these trying times.

I, however, learnt a lot during these times, and probably where I am today (Apart from God’s grace) was as a result of all I had to learn during these disappointing moments.

Though I went through hell then, I must confess that I am really having a swell time now — totally unable to remember the suffering-inspired pangs of those years.

Time truly changes yesterday.