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The best mistake in life comes in the most unexpected ways and it feels like the worst mistakes in disguise and I have had a lot of situations where I looked back and say this is where I made the best mistake of my life and I don't regret it one bit.
When I look back at my life, I can trace everything good to one decision that felt completely wrong at the time. It was the best mistake I ever made.
I was only sixteen when I failed my university entrance exam. JAMB it was not just a small miss. I remember hold my mom's favorite plate and immediately my brother told me the result it fell from my hand and shattered on the floor.I failed badly with the lowest score. The kind of failure that makes relatives lower their voices when they mention your name. The kind that makes neighbors say, But he was such a good child. I remember sitting on the edge of my bed that evening, staring at the result on my phone. My chest felt heavy. I had built my entire identity around being the smart one. And in one moment, that identity cracked i struggled to sleep well for a long time silently drowning in my own sorrows .For weeks, I avoided people. I avoided conversations about school. I avoided mirrors. I felt like a disappointment wearing human skin.
But failure has a strange way of clearing noise. When all the expectations collapsed, I was left alone with one uncomfortable question. What do you actually want?I had chosen my course because it sounded impressive no I didn't I chose medicine because I wanted it my parents wanted that .It was what everyone respected. It was safe. But deep down, I had always loved writing. I loved observing people, turning small moments into stories. I loved the way words could hold emotions that conversations sometimes could not.
Failing the exam forced me to pause for a year. At first, that gap year felt like punishment. Slowly, it became permission.I started writing every day. Not because I thought it would make money. Not because anyone asked me to. But because it made me feel alive again. I wrote short stories about bus conductors with secret dreams. I wrote about mothers who carried quiet strength in their silence. I wrote about boys who were afraid of failing but even more afraid of trying.
I shared some of my work online, expecting nothing. A few strangers read them. Then a few more. Some sent messages saying, “This feels like my life.” That sentence changed me. For the first time, I realized my words could travel where I could not. The following year, I applied again to university. This time, I chose a course related to communication and media. It was not as glamorous as my original choice. Some people questioned it. But this time, I knew why I was choosing it. And that made all the difference.
If I had passed that first exam, I would have followed a path that looked successful on the outside but felt empty on the inside. I might have earned a title. I might have made money. But I would have ignored a voice that kept whispering, This is not you.That failure hurt. It bruised my pride. It tested my confidence. But it also stripped away the pressure to perform for others. It forced me to define success for myself.
The best mistake is not always obvious. Sometimes it looks like rejection. Sometimes it looks like embarrassment. Sometimes it looks like doors closing without explanation. But often, those moments are redirections in disguise. I still make mistakes. I still doubt myself. But I no longer fear failing the way I once did. Because I have seen what can grow from it.
At the end of the day the failed exams almost ruined my life because 😞 depression set in and it felt like I wasn't doing enough for my self and my biggest fear of failure looked like it was coming to reality but I was able to rewrite it and come out triumphant at the end of the day. And for that, I am grateful. Omo the struggle it wasn't easy but I excelled.
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