As I write this story I’m happy in my heart that I didn’t give up neither did I commit suicide when all seems down for me. As a young girl I was, filled up with the passion and love for medicine that nothing else really mattered to me. I was so determined to study medicine which made me work harder in school to always come out the best.
Luckily, I came the second best graduating student out of a set of 317 students in the West African Examination. So when ever I remember my jamb result and I look at the award I was given for being the second best student I knew something was wrong . I had nothing like credit or pass in my West African Examination result all where A and B’s.
In this story I will be talking on my road to medical college. Let me not bore you with too many talks.
So a day to my Jamb exams I went through all my past questions and rough books like I normally do for every exams. My mom had bought all my books and past questions so I wasn’t lacking in anything which I need to prepare for my exams. I woke up early in the morning and off I went to write my exams. Minutes turned to hours but it didn’t really matter as I was so filled with the excitement that I’m going to go back home with a good result like I always did.
The questions were so simple and I kept on thanking God . I kept on checking my phone for the result to be sent as sms because my friends said it will be sent immediately. Hours turned to days. My result still wasn’t released. I felt bad as some my friends mentioned how theirs was released and they had an excellent score.
So I decided to go to God in prayers. I went in fir prayer and fasting and at the end of the day I got an sms. When I opened it. It was my jamb score written 182.
Tears drip down my eyes as I turned to look at my mom who was expecting me to jump up in jubilation and tell her that I made her proud again .
What is it ? My mom asked in fear as she ran to me and wipe away my tears
Mom I scored 182 in my jamb. I told her as I kept on crying
You can’t study medicine with that score she said as she herself was surprised how I got such low score
I know mom but I don’t like any other score I said as I cried the more
So do you prefer to stay at home and re write jamb the following year? she asked
Mom I’m not re writing jamb . I’m going to get admission to study medicine. I said not knowing myself how it will happen
This is not about what you want my daughter. I know God can do it but you will have to change course she said as she pulled me in for a hug
I kept on praying for something to happen. And it was the year jamb had issues and they later added 40 marks for people which I benefited too. Now my jamb score is 222 . But which university will give me admission to study jamb with such low score ?
I kept on praying, going on evangelism, did my bible school. I got so captured by God’s words not losing hope for a single moment. I prayed sometimes even when I was scared of not getting answers . I kept on praying. I have no other help so what will it cost me to believe in him? I always told myself
All these while , my mom had changed my course to botany . I didn’t like it at the same time I didn’t want to stay at home for a whole year but I had in mind of switching or doing anything to move to medicine.
List came out I was not still accepted for botany. I got so frustrated and sad even though I was still praying and believing in God. Sometimes it was just so hard to keep moving .
Then one afternoon, my uncle called saying he saw a university advert and was going to pay it for me but it will be nursing.
Nursing ? I asked as those tears came rolling down again .
I want Medicine not nursing I said as I kept on crying
But the university is yet to have medicine completely. so will you go ?he asked
I will I replied .
I can always switch to Medicine if they start I told myself
Luckily this time I was admitted after being rejected in the other university.
When all was going on nice I was told by the admission officer that I can’t switch to medicine later if they start like I was told earlier. That I was going to re write jamb again and start afresh.
I melted at my position, fear gripped me . So is this how I was going to end up as Nurse and not a doctor? I asked myself
I began praying again. I’m going to study medicine I kept on telling myself every morning, afternoon and night.
I saw myself in the hospital already with my White coat. I even dreamt of it and I was even happy the most that I was reviewing lectures with the Medicine students.
First semester was over and we all vacated to our different homes waiting for results to be out .
When it finally did, I came out with 5.0 GP and the same day my mom received a phone call from the admission officer that the university have decided to allow transfer from other departments to medicine but only 5 slots is left for that . And the requirements are a 5.0GP and a WAEC result with atleast five credits . My problem was settled. My prayers was answered and i started second semester as a medicine student and not a nursing student anymore.
Indeed disappointed is not the end of the road . I was rejected in a university and I got accepted In another far better than the first . Indeed God didn’t fail me as all my trust was in him and i believed I could make it
By Nsongurua Peter., Edo University Iyamho, Edo State, NIGERIA.
