From a young age, I believed education was my only way out of hardship. I held onto that belief tightly, even when everything around me suggested otherwise.
I came from a background where support was limited—financially, emotionally, and socially.
While others had parents guiding them, paying fees on time, and encouraging them, I walked my journey alone. Every school term began with uncertainty, and every exam period came with fear that I might not even be allowed to sit in class.
Delays became a painful part of my life. I repeated academic years not because I was incapable, but because circumstances kept pushing me back. School fees were unpaid, deadlines were missed, and opportunities slipped away.
Watching my age mates progress while I remained stuck broke my spirit slowly. Each delay felt like a public announcement of my failure, even though I was trying my best.…CONTINUE READING