There’s a way life will deal with you that you’ll think you’re cursed. Everything will go against you. You’ll pray and nothing will happen. Things that used to be normal and easy will suddenly require a miracle or special fasting and prayer to happen.
Every man, no matter how graced, favored, or anointed, will go through that phase. I’ve gone through it twice in my life. Both times broke me completely..
The first time was after secondary school. Everyone had secured admission, friends, neighbors, cousins, etc.
I wrote JAMB, got a relatively high score (had 89/100 in one of the subjects, lol), passed Post-UME, but didn’t secure admission….only to find out I did a wrong subject combination. That mistake cost me one year.
Thanks to my parents, I didn’t waste that year. I learnt barbing and was later enrolled in a leadership academy. Attending that program shaped my life forever.
I’ve been an avid reader almost since childhood …but that particular year, I read 42 books ( computing, biographies, faith, leadership, entrepreneurship, money, and even encyclopaedia). Bishop Oyedepo’s books were top on my list. There’s hardly a title of his that I haven’t read or have in my library. That was also the year I started listening to podcasts.
That period tested me. I learnt that you could do everything right and still not achieve your goals.
An incident that shook me the most was when a distant “uncle” (a VERY top person at NUC) wrote a letter to FUTA requesting a "kind gesture" and a look into our matter…for me and 9 other guys. We all passed and met the base requirement for admission, maybe not high enough for our choice of course. I owned the plug, the nine other candidates were mostly friends I met during Post-UME.
9 people got admission, except one person… who? Yes, you guessed right me. That was when they found out about my wrong subject combination. I was eventually offered admission after changing my course… but I did something bizarre that cost me another year.
My parents paid the acceptance fee, paid school fees, and gave me enough money for other things, a substantial amount. But I didn’t like the course.
I got to FUTA but didn’t start lectures. I “thrashed” the admission. Instead, I used the pocket money to register for pre-degree….Computer Science.
There was no guarantee I’d pass pre-degree, no guarantee I’d gain admission the next year. But damn it, I wasn’t going to spend five years studying a course I had zero interest in when I was sure of what I wanted.
I took a shot. Took a bet on myself. I did this without informing my parents or asking for permission (they wouldn’t have sanctioned it). Such audacity!
I’ve taken such bets on myself several times.
Most recently was building Parrot, a customer reviews and customer intelligence platform that helps customers avoid bad buys and helps businesses know what their customers think and want (
@use_parrot).
Most times I win; a few times I lose. That’s life.
Anyway, I faced the music for a whole year. Thanks to the Awosikas (Bro Jide and Dipo) and his roommate Oni Segun, who allowed me squat with them. Not only did they accommodate me , I wouldn’t have passed pre-degree without Segun. Dude is a genius. When I went to him to teach me something, he’d ask if I wanted to know it or I just needed to pass. I’d choose the latter, and he’d teach me all the tricks in calculus, trig, etc. He was that good.
I later met another Segun in that lodge, who would eventually teach me how to make money with tech (this is a prequel to the Segun story I shared earlier)
Anyway, I passed pre-degree, passed JAMB, passed Post-UME, and gained admission into FUTA….Computer Science, first list. Mission accomplished...only then did I tell my parents. They weren’t surprised, my mum knew about my drama all along but didn’t say a word. They were proud.
I finally got into FUTA, Computer Science, and God sent the right people my way. I left FUTA with two bachelor’s degrees.
I’ve learnt not to waste my pains.
Life will try all of us in different ways.
It doesn’t mean that “anyone is doing you.”
It doesn’t mean you’re cursed.
Being rich or from a well-to-do family doesn’t make you immune.
Connections won’t save you at times.
You have to go through that phase …alone ..you and your God if you have one.