FOUR YEARS IN THE SAVANNAH X

CHAPTER 10: THE REFLECTION OF HOPE. I pondered and reflected on the journey that brought me here It felt unreal. A young boy who stood at the gate of Àdùní’s house with hot tears gathered in his eyes. Life has remoulded me. Not because it was easier, but every challenge had taught me a lesson, making me a strong person. When I left Ogbomoso, I had everything already mapped out. Unknowingly to me that life had its own plan for me. When I left Ogbomoso, I also thought I was merely traveling to the North to further my education. I never imagined myself traveling to discover myself. Kashere became more than an ordinary university town. It became a place where I learned a lot of things. Where I learned resilience. Where I found genuine people. Where I experience love. The place where I discovered and developed my writing skill (still developing) The place where strangers turned to blood. I discovered everyone who crossed paths with me had a purpose in my life. Àdùní taught me the definition of sacrifices. John taught me kindness. Tepasay and Joy taught me friendliness Gift's family taught me that love is not limited by blood. School Bloodies taught me loyalty. My lecturers taught me knowledge. And Gloria showed me that the most beautiful things happen when we never expected them. Through my struggles, I learnt my lessons The disappointments, loneliness, financial difficulties, questions that went unanswered. Each one shaped my person today. Today, as I stand and call everything a wrap, my heart is filled with sincere appreciation and gratitude for Àdùní’s love, sacrifice and prayers that carried me. My appreciation also goes to my Dad, Olusola, who later came around and showered me with every support in his arsenal, showing that when you scold a child with a left hand, you embrace the same child with the other hand (right hand) To Elijah and Sarah(My siblings) Mum Nifemi( My big bro wife) and My Gombe Mum (Gift Mum) — Those are the people I almost wrecked with my perpetual billing 🙂 Also to the people who believed in me and supported me one way or the other. To those who I mentioned and the ones I couldn't mention. If there is one lesson this journey has taught me, it is that hope is not the eradication of struggle or tria.l It is simply choosing to keep moving even when the road is not smooth. I started my journey at the gate of a small house in Ogbomoso. And I continued through rough roads, struggles, unforgettable friendships, and tons of lessons. Today, I can look back without regret. I pen eveey chapter of delay,struggle, survival, reason, triumph and lessons This is not just my story. It is the story of every dreamer who refuses to give up. Every student who has questioned tomorrow. Every young person who has dared to hope despite life's uncertainties. If my journey proves anything, then it shows that no matter how cloudy the atmosphere may seem, clarity will always come. And when it does, every step of the journey will have been worth it. My mind wandered back to the beginning of everything. The knock that landed on my door. “Samueli, wake up. It's today!” At that moment I thought she was waking me up for merely a Journey to the North. But I realized she was waking me up for a journey to hope and purpose. Because North gifted me more than a university. It gave me genuine people. It gave me a family. It gave me love. It also gave me painful lessons. It gave me the ability to discover the gift I never knew I possessed. Overall, it gave me hope. Today, I understand that every delay had a purpose. Every rejection wasn't the end. And this is also not the end of this story. It is only the end of a chapter, beginning of another. Because every journey worth remembering begins with hope... ...and continues with courage. This was my four years in the Savannah. THE END @ÀDÙNÍ THANKS FOR READING.

Four Years In The Savannah

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