After completing secondary school, my dad enrolled me in an OTM diploma program, which I aced in just six months. But, I was left wondering how to monetize my newfound skills. Little did I know, this was only the beginning of a tumultuous journey.
My dad's plan was to pave the way for a solid computer education, hoping I'd secure admission into a prestigious Nigerian university. But fate had other plans. Despite passing my WAEC exams at an impressive young age, I faced a relentless barrage of rejection. Seven long years of applying to northern universities ended in disappointment, solely due to my state of origin - Edo State. The harsh reality of Nigeria's educational system hit me hard.
I watched as friends with connections sailed through, while I struggled to crack the code. My scores - 180, 186, 193, 203 - seemed paltry compared to the cutthroat competition. Even a stint at the Nigeria Defense Academy ended in uncertainty. Self-doubt crept in, and I questioned my intelligence. Was I truly cut out for this?
A glimmer of hope emerged in 2014 when I applied to a southern state university and finally gained admission. But the scars of my past lingered. I realized that the North's educational system favored their own, while I was stuck in limbo, my southern middle name a constant reminder of my outsider status.
The COVID-19 pandemic found me a graduate, armed with research skills and a diploma in computer maintenance. My journey, though arduous, had shaped me. Some said it broke me, others that it revealed my true potential. I knew one thing - I had emerged stronger, my resilience forged in the fire of adversity.
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