๐ŸŒŸ๐ŸŒŸ๐ŸŒŸ DAY 2 – A Christmas ๐ŸŽ„ Miracle ๐ŸŒŸ๐ŸŒŸ๐ŸŒŸ

By Jessy:

ย  Iโ€™d never given a thought about how this Christmas will be. But I was certain that it was going to be like every other Christmas. My siblings went about it like it was something worth celebrating at that time, but to me it meant less. Itโ€™s being two years, and yet there was still no sign of me getting into college. I had the grades and everything, but the colleges here was just something else to say. I couldnโ€™t quite catch why my name was yet to be on that list, even after all my papers have been clearedโ€ฆ twice! I was getting really tired of this, and so wished I could get out of this goddamn country โ€“ whose name I had come to hate. Nigeria, though an amazing place with beautiful sceneries all around, was bit of a bore for me. I had never for once like it, but wasnโ€™t given that much of a choice to live in. I had higher sights โ€“ one to someday be called a citizen of America. But who could say when it would be?

ย  โ€œYou always imitate the Whites -โ€ My friends would say, and Iโ€™d chuckle, not knowing what thing to say. Not like I wasnโ€™t being myself, I had just come to appreciate the way of the foreigners and had made it a part of me.

ย  Now, listen โ€“ for my story beginsโ€ฆ

ย  โ€œChinonso! Chinonso!โ€

ย  Thatโ€™ll be Mum calling. Sheโ€™s always doing that just at the time your favorite show is about to begin.

ย  Getting up reluctantly from my favorite chair, I walked to her room as her eyes were fixed on her phone โ€“ probably chatting as usual.

ย  โ€œHave you seen this?โ€ She turned the phone so I could see.

ย  โ€œUNIZIK ADMISSION PROCESS KICKS OFF.โ€ I read and shrugged.

ย  โ€œShouldnโ€™t we tell your aunt about this? She will know what to do.โ€ She said suggestively, which I gave a โ€˜noโ€™ to.

ย  โ€œThis is a last month stuff, Mum.ย  The dateโ€™s there.โ€ I pointed out and showed it to her.

ย  โ€œOh. November.โ€

ย  โ€œAnd besides, Mum, Iโ€™m so fed up with NAU. I just, I just canโ€™t wait for this year to be over so I can apply for a school thatโ€™ll admit me right away.โ€ I said, my mind already made up.

ย  โ€œOh, donโ€™t say so. You know, you have to believe before anything comes your wayโ€ฆโ€

ย  I cut her short. โ€œTrue. But Iโ€™m so done, Mommy. Iโ€™ve fasted and prayed, but still no admission. For how long will this continue? For how long?โ€ I did my very best to hold back my tears because I knew that would get her upset.

ย  Last year I had thought that Iโ€™d be among the first people, but guess things donโ€™t really go like you wish it would. I was so enraged not seeing my name on any of the lists, and I was could see my hope of becoming a medical doctor not becoming a reality. I love the medical line so well, and wished for nothing but to be a Paediatrician โ€“ as my love for kids was greater than anything. I looked forward to making them happy and making sure all were good, but it seemed my dream college wasnโ€™t making it any easier. I was starting to give up, to the point I hoped that other courses would be given to me, just so I wouldnโ€™t be left behind. I became depressed at a point and kept to myself, not wanting to see the outside world again. I would cry to the mercy of my pillow, and would question God, which I knew wasnโ€™t right.

ย  My Mum and siblings wouldnโ€™t stop encouraging me, as they were always there. And most times the little ones would come to me and prophesy all good things in my life โ€“ even though they didnโ€™t know what was going on. It was nice having them around, as their presence made me stay strong. I was able to pull through in no time, and my prayer life began coming back again.

In the twelfth day of fasting and prayer, I heard a voice. I didnโ€™t want to listen at first, knowing my heart was going to be shattered seeing that word I so detested โ€“ โ€˜not admittedโ€™. But something kept pushing me, and I was forced to pick up my phone and check โ€“ lo and behold the words I had always wanted to see sat magnificently like a king.

ย  โ€œCongratulations -โ€ It read. โ€œYouโ€™ve been admitted!โ€ I read aloud, getting on my knees, as songs of praise filled my lips.

ย  It was the perfect gift I had ever received โ€“ and a Christmas miracle indeed!




A student of the popular Nnamdi Azikiwe university. A Human Anatomy studโ€”and a passionate writer, with the hope of one day making the world a better place.
~Authoress Ciara

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