I had been waiting for this day for 7 months and 19 days and now it was finally here!
You see my University has only 1 graduation ceremony so woe unto you if you complete your classes a few months after the last ceremony. You will have to wait a while before you have your two seconds of fame sauntering across the podium to receive your diploma.
However, the day was finally here. 20TH August 2016. It would be official in a matter of hours.
A few days post graduation and now I’m here. A graduate with a Bachelor of Science in International Business Administration and a minor in International Relations.
Just the realization that I soon may not be able to refer to myself as a student anymore struck hard. I am no longer a child and the world seems to be staring at me waiting for my next move….
I know not where I am going to step next but I do know this, my 3 years at the University have prepared me for whatever curve balls this life may throw at me.
“Education is what remains after one has forgotten what one has learned in school.” – Albert Einstein
It was while at the University that I discovered another of my talents. Writing. It was quite at an opportune time as it became my greatest release and form of therapy but also an opportunity that could turn into gold if well moulded. A talent that landed me my first official job and one that gives me bragging rights when I have to market myself and talk about something that gives me an edge.
It was at the University that I discovered that I was cut from a strong, firm cloth. One that was flexible and could withstand the harsh temperatures of life. Of all my mother’s childern, I could easily have been selected as the weakest link. Maybe it was because my father babied me and my mother smothered me with love as her first born such that by the time that they had long forgotten about me and started focusing on the new babies in the house, I was too weak to stand on my own. I was always the one with a weak heart and an intense fear of insects.
However, my strength was revealed to me. The loss of a parent at a loose , young age of 20 when your teenage years are barely over and you’re only getting a grasp of your twenties is no easy fit. There are many ways I could have gone after the loss of my mother and I think some secretly feared that I may get lost in drugs (Not that I had formerly shown any signs, but trust me, I could read all the thoughts on your faces when you came over to mourn with us), confused by boys, drop out of school or whatever extreme things people do to cope after such huge losses.
I managed to stay sane. I channeled and mastered strength I had not known from within me to slowly start to sing myself to sleep and believe that it will be okay. Strength to be able to wake up in the morning and give thanks even when I felt like there was no reason to. Strength to walk the hallways and block out the ‘woiye’ faces that in the beginning would cause me to breakdown. Strength to hold conversations about her without tears welling up in my eyes. Strength to be strong for my siblings, for my dad. Strength that I had not known.
It was at the University that I appreciated the go getter in me and fed that spirit accordingly. I cannot tell you how it is that I managed to work two jobs and take 5 classes at the same time and even though almost drowning,I emerged from the water after it all. I learned that I could get whatever it is that I wanted and all I had to do was believe in myself. Put in the work. Give thanks and watch myself flourish!
A trusting relationship with God can definitely be said of my Undergrad years. I made The Almighty my friend and I thought our relationship sweeter this way. My friend was always ready with a listening ear , and a handful and more of blessings. He took from me but promised a future and I am living testimony that He is true to his word. A friend that I often fail and many times question but one who surprises me everytime I put my Faith in Him.
University opened my eyes to the realities of this world. To the facts that life is full of changing and evolving seasons, of books never to be read again and chapters to be flipped over every so often. The facts that people come and go and some stay a lifetime. That love is real and falling head first is a thing. That the heart is a strong muscle that may take time to heal but bounces right back after a hard beating. The reality that not everyone is who they say they are and that there are some not so nice people in this world but that there are those that, if “nice” or “good” is used to describe them, we would be truly understating their being. Realities of true and honest friendships.
My time at the university confirmed my love for books and for gaining knowledge. The excitement I would get from picking lecturers who were known as “mean”, “Scary” “Strict” ” A**holes” just to challenge myself and my capabilities was surreal. Who ever wants an easy time anyway? These 3 years confirmed that I definitely want to continue my education journey and I cannot wait to be in a classroom again taking my masters.
“Learning is Lifelong”
I have to say my experiences at the university have been my greatest teachers in life and I would not pick any other moment than now to be alive.
A now when I have rubbed shoulders with the world and seen different angles.
A now when I have learned lessons,fallen in love, suffered heartbreaks and loss, conquered my fears, put myself out there.
A now when I have exactly what it is that I need for the next chapters of my book.
A now when I am surrounded by the people that hold me down and keep me firm.
A now when I am driven to be more, to be whole.
Now…..because what better time than now?
Let the world know I am ready!
Class of 2016!!
Love and Love
P.s. Excuse all that COLOUR POP….the Kamba in me had to flourish!!