Rain pelted against my window, matching the storm in my mind. I lay there, staring at the blank ceiling, suffocated by the weight all:ll; medical bills, house rent, looming deadlines. Debt was crushing me.
I had just graduated from Federal University Oye-Ekiti, full of hope, ambition, and the wide-eyed dreams every fresh graduate has. But life had other plans. A health scare hit me hard, leaving me not just physically drained but financially wrecked.
Suddenly, I was staring at a debt mountain worth #485,115 , and the air was getting thinner by the day.
That moment I saw the bills; it was like being punched in the gut. My parents, as supportive and loving as they were, simply couldn’t help. I was on my own.
I tried everything. Freelance design gigs, writing and selling my first book, diving into the data business; you name it, I did it. But no matter how hard I hustled, it wasn’t enough.
Then, when I was almost at my breaking point, something incredible happened.
In my darkest hour, people showed up for me.
Miss Precious, a client I barely knew, gave me #50,000 out of pure kindness.
Hon. Dr. Wisdom Richard Poyeri donated #40,000, no questions asked.
Mr. Jonah, a true friend, offered not just money but emotional support when I needed it most.
Each act of generosity was like a breath of fresh air, lifting some of the weight off my shoulders. Every payment felt like climbing a peak, but the journey is far from over.
You know what? There was a lesson in the struggle
There were plenty; roadblocks, frustrations, moments where I felt like I was going nowhere.
But I refused to give up.
Looking back now, this wasn’t just about paying off debt. It was about resilience, learning to fight for myself, and discovering the kindness of others.
When you are at your lowest point, a helping hand or a kind word can serve as a reminder that all is not lost. It taught me that mountains, whether made of rock or debt, can be moved incrementally.