Life they say is what you make of it, while you could be handed a certain shape, and you have to beat it to your desirable shape. These were my mindset growing up in a 3rd world country and battling my way through the ranks in academics since I was a kindergarten. Fresh from acing my West African senior school certificate examination and I was already looking forward to gaining admission to the university to study my dream course. I was still preparing my applications and following up the admission procedures when one day my uncle stopped by the house and gave me a form. He said fill it up and submit it to me first thing in the morning and then he left. I looked at the form and low and behold it was RSSDA scholarship form to study in a university in the United Kingdom. Immediately my heart leapt for joy, it was one of the greatest moments in my life. The feeling was unexplainable. Emotions travelled down my nerve and I could hear my heart pumping hard. A boy was already dreaming , the feeling of going to study in a first world country, in a world class university, I could imagine myself walking down the streets of London and moreover the chance to get to see my favorite English football club play live. I have supported Manchester united since I was a kid and have always dreamed of going to watch them play live at the theatre of dreams and most importantly I would stop being a financial burden to my parents. It all seemed as if everything was finally coming together, my dreams would finally come through and my prayers have been answered by God finally.
That evening I couldn’t wait for my parents to get back so as to inform them of the good news. They got back and I informed them of it, they were also happy. That evening I filled the form, very early the next day I was already at my uncles’ house to submit the form before he leaves for work.
Few weeks passed and I was invited for the exam, I studied like my life depended on it. I would study for several hours. I wanted to do everything in my power so as to pass the exam and that means working extremely hard. The exam day arrived and I went to write the exam.
Days had passed since the exam, days progressed to weeks. One lovely evening I received a text message, opened it, it was from RSSDA and it reads “congratulations you were successful in the just concluded scholarship exam; we would keep in touch with you”. It was another day I couldn’t hold my joy, my happiness knew no bound. I was so grateful to God, got my parents and uncle informed that I had passed the scholarship exam.
I was finally invited for an interview which is the final step in the process, got up early that day, already had my shirt ironed, got ready and waited for my uncle who drove me to the venue. I had my interview and I did great in it, only to be told I won’t be offered the scholarship because they thought i wouldn’t behave well over there. That was the daftest excuse I have ever heard in my life, moreover I was good behaved, and my parents raised me properly and I had no bad record. I don’t know where all that was coming from. I cried, went home still crying, my dreams and hope have been dashed. I had raised my hope so high that I was so certain I was going to get that scholarship. My dreams of walking down the street of London, studying in a world class university or going to watch Manchester united play. It was hard on me; it was like the worst moment in my life. My parents did all they could to cheer me up. It was a major disappointment in my life. I finally got passed it.
Weeks later I was able to gain admission to a university in the southern part of my country. Four years later I graduated from the university. Now this was what happened, in order to study in the U.k those selected for the scholarship were suppose to undergo their A level training and subsequently take the exam of which they did. They left for the U.k while I was already in my second year in the university. A year after they had left for the U.k, there was a change in government and the present government had announced they couldn’t continue sponsoring them abroad and they would have to come back to continue in the universities in the country. It was such a sad thing to do to those students and no one deserves to be treated in such a way by their own government, many returned depressed and angry at life. I was already in my final year in the university and would soon be done. It was certain I would have been affected by that and life would have come at me really quick. I couldn’t stop imagining what could have happened. Some disappointment they say is a blessing in disguise. Trust your own process and most disappointment in life is part of your own process; it might hurt at that time but stay true to your own process and accept it with all good faith. Some might be a preventive mechanism from stopping you from future bigger disappointment. Things mustn’t work out the way you want it to be. All these, I have come to learn from this very life experience. While I feel sad that certain things don’t work out for me, I don’t go overboard with that and am still very much grateful to God even at the time of disappointment because he just might be preventing me from certain things and I learnt to trust my own process and be appreciative of it .
Finally I would like to thank 
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