Wednesday, 12 October 2016

Article: My life, My goal, My dreams!


        I grew up in abject poverty, yet I was able not to take my studies lightly.I was the senior prefect in the midst of students who comes from wealthy backgrounds unlike me.I finished my secondary school, with the help of the menial jobs my mother do to keep things moving.She never lost hope in me.She was hopeful that I would some day be successful, after all, I was the smartest student in my class.
        I have a very strong vision about my future.This is why I never relented in my exploits.I had to swallow all side talks about my poor family background while I was in school, because I was focused on doing my best to achieve greatness and move from grass to grace.
         My goals had always been to become a type of doctor that will treat people irrespective of their background.I rarely visit the hospital whenever I am sick, or my siblings.This is not becayse we never imbibed that idea, but because we lack the finance to receive adequate medical attention.This is a fate I would never allow the generation following me to witness.I have experienced enough of poverty situation and I know the opportunities it can deny one.This is why I have chosen to work very hard and better this situation in my community.

         I could vividly remember when I had dislocation.There was no money for my family to take me to the hospital.Coincidentally, three days aftervI had this dislocation, my school sent me a notice that an essay competition is coming up the following day.This was happening before I went for Nigeria@50 essay competition.The principal was at pains when he got to know that I was in serious pains which could prevent me from attending the competition.There was no other student that would be a good match for that task.I told my mum I can let the image of the school tarnish in mud while I am still there.I took the broken leg along with me for the competition.Finally, I emerged the winner of the contest.The principal was very hapoy that even at the point of death, I still stood for my school.
      What I am saying in essence is that poverty would not make me change my plans for my people.I am a victim and I am working hard to salvage them from it.No one will experience this if I make it in life.

     Let us put material things together and oush our nation to greatness.We can do it even without minding the ordeals we went through in life.

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