Ever been in that situation that you felt challenged, so much so to want to give up on you? Ever experienced that storm that you wished had not come your way? Is the unimaginable pain felt during these hardships just a phase in our lives or it is to prepare us towards a future blessing? Do we go or grow through these moments? – DBM 

#EverydayPeople

“Hi Dave,

It’s 4 am, and I am on my keyboard. I opened my Facebook and the first story I saw was the one you posted about Mamudu, on your #EverydayPeople series and I’d want to share my story. I believe there’s a superior Being up there who guides us to where we need to be at any point in time. Dave, I believe in hard work, contentment, humility and prayers (a lot). I am living a life I sometimes feel is too good to be true.

As a Muslim girl growing up in a typical Zongo community from a polygamous family, my life wasn’t easy. My dad had a lot of responsibilities to attend to, and so I was happy with whatever was given me by him. I lived with my parents and four other siblings in a room that was about the same size as the bathroom in that house. All we had in the room was a bed, a three-in-one sofa and a table for a TV. For all the years I spent with my parents I slept on the sofa and that was my bed until I got admission to go to Senior High school.

Dave, though I was from a very poor home with no external support, I was blessed with “brains” that was my richness from God. I was the *A* student everywhere I went. I believed God gave me the brains for a reason and I promised to use that to change the narrative of my family. Preparing for my BECE exams wasn’t easy as our lights were constantly disconnected for non-payment of our electricity bills. And so I often came out to use the streetlights to study, and I passed with the best grades. After I gained admissions to one of the top SHS in the country, the means to get there was a problem but like I said, God does things in his own ways. My parents were able to in their own small way gather some funds to pay for the fees, but having provisions was a luxury they couldn’t afford.

I was happy when they bought me some gari, a tin of milo and Nido, and my homemade shito. The first years in the boarding house wasn’t easy as most of the students were from very affluent homes. In my second year, I got a scholarship from the MP of my constituency and that saved me from the embarrassment of being sent home for not paying school fees. I made a friend while there and she shared her food, her family and everything with me. I woke up at 2 AM to go to class to study whiles my mates where sleeping or busy chatting with their “high school boy friends “… Lol!

That kind of life style wasn’t an option for me, as I had only one goal, “to succeed “. Alhamdulillah! I came out as the best student in my year group and got admission to study at the university. I met my husband after high school and we got married in my 3rd year in university. He shared my vision and dreams and pushed me to be the best version of myself. I graduated as one of the top students and we both travelled out of the country. My first time on the plane. Lol! I couldn’t blink an eye; I kept pinching myself to be sure it wasn’t just a dream. When I moved, it was tough getting a job, as I had no working experience. For years I was just a stay-at-home mum. I felt my dreams had been shuttered. But I never gave up, Dave, I persevered. In the end I got a job as a classroom assistant with a very good salary. After a year of working as a classroom assistant, I got promoted and had a full time contract with the school. I had studied to be an Auditor but that couldn’t happen because I had no previous experience and probably because of discrimination, but I knew I held the key to my destiny and so I made lemonades with the lemons life threw at me.

As I type this, I am now a full time teacher with one of the best international schools in a city people dream to be with a salary probably 10x what I would have made as an auditor, and currently doing a Master’s in education. And I plan to do my PhD afterwards, as I want to be a lecturer. Most times, at night, I wake up and all I do is stare out the window of my apartment room from the 45th floor and watch the whole city in amazement, as I still don’t believe this is my life. I drive one of the coolest SUVs and live in a neighborhood I could only see in movies. I have relocated my parents to a better apartment and currently sponsoring my youngest sibling in school and supporting my other siblings in my own way.

I have adopted an orphan and sponsoring his education (though anonymously) and have set up a foundation that I am yet to register to enable me support more kids. To anyone reading my story, don’t give up. There is reward in hard work and contentment and believe that life is like pieces of a jig saw puzzle: they don’t make sense individually but when they all fit together, they tell a story. Whatever you are experiencing TRUST me it’s preparing you for where you will be… And in the end, it will all make sense. And when you get there, stay humble! Thank you for taking time to read or post my story and if you can, post it anonymously for me.” – From F A-S