{"time":1700256727777,"blocks":[{"id":"FtuTIC_lhY","type":"paragraph","data":{"text":"2012 I graduated from secondary school. The following year I wrote jamb but I didn't perform well. The following year i heard it was CBT and because of that I went to learn how to use a computer because I don't a knowledge of computer. The day came for the jamb I was posted to Uniben to write my jamb. I went to write it and it went well but post utme cut me off track. I always wanted to study medicine while growing up as a child but Nigeria made it uneasy for me. That's how I made jamb for years but I wasn't given admission. I did predigree and choose a lower course in 2017 just to gain admission to the university after spending money and everything I was disappointed. Everything was okay but the vice chancellor did not give many people has promised. Some of the problems I also had was with the CBT exams some computer centres are bad. By the time you started writing few minutes the computer shuts down and that is all for you. If didn't answer all your questions and you didn't score well is none of their business. After trying my best to succeed in gaining admission to school without no avail in 2017 then I was living with my sister in Abraka I left there and everything I ever imagined myself to be. I was very bitter. I traveled home. It wasn't easy for me
My brother who lives in warri then told me to go to a fashion designing school in warri that within six months I am done. I thought about it and it wasn't a bad idea. But the problem was that I can't stay with the wife because she has been causing problems for the family and my brother knows about it. So, after telling him I can't live with them, he got angry and told me he is not paying for me. I was confused and don't know what to do. I started contacting some persons I knew if I they can accommodate me. I really took me so much before I found someone. After finding a place I relocated to warri. I a Deltan and I was born and brought up in sapele, Delta state, Nigeria. I started going to the fashion school in warri in 2018. My mum and siblings assisted me in paying the fees. She was also the one paying for my feeding. I am the last child in my family of ten. Everyone went to a higher institution. Some persons where advising me not to go. But I said no I want to go to a higher institution even though it is not a university. So, I applied for Delta college of health and technology, ofuoma, ughelli. I put in pharmacy technician. After some time in warri in the fashion designing school, I was informed I have entrance exam to write in school. I left and I wrote the exam. After writing, I came back to warri. Even before then, where I was living in warri, I was told to leave the place. I never knew the lady didn't inform the landlord. I left to sapele. It was only three months remaining for me to leave the work and go to school. After some time, my boss called me he talked to someone; a single lady for me to live with her for the remaining three months before going to school. That's where I lived cooking my food and doing my own thing. It's not easy going to a new place and living with people. It is a challenge. After staying for the remaining months I left to school although I haven't completed my training. I have some three_four months left. And I don't have means of going back to my training because I don't have a place to stay.
I went to school, school life was not easy. Not the kind of school I planned though but I accepted it. You meet new people and you are given new laws unlike the university kind of laws because I have experience university life and I was there before when I did a program. I have to adapt to the changes. After three months of lecturing, we were told that there's going to be a probation exam as they called it. They told us to study very well because if you failed passing the exam you are out of the school after paying fees. I studied hard burn the midnight candles and the day came. We wrote, results were out but not the way we expected it to be. Most persons were posted to other departments. Students were choosing courses but I wanted something really medical and you can't choose community nursing because you weren't there before and it's a hard nut to crack. I never liked community nursing which is community health extension workers (chew) because they only worked in health centers. And medical laboratory technician only in Laboratory testing blood. So, I decided that being a paramedic (Emergency medical technician) will be the best option to choose. I chose it.
The work of a paramedic is not an easy one especially in abroad and even in Nigeria, most people don't take them seriously. We are more than first aiders. We stabilze patients in the ambulance before taking them to hospital. We set line, inject and give medication if required.
Fast forward to 2018, the hostel where I lived, I was a cool person and I don't come out like that to discuss and laugh with people. I like minding my business but in the morning, I will greet everyone I came across but some persons were angry with me just for being myself and because of my faith. I faced ridicule, mockery and criticism. I was called names. I was hated for no reason. Once again in life I asked myself serious questions. Why me? I never wanted to live in that hostel because at first I don't even like the place but someone I told to find a house for me before I came has paid money already. The room was dark even in the day it was dark as night. They were against me but God fought for me. I told my Parents then what I was passing through they told me there no money for a new apartment. They asked to bear for that one year then I will move to a new one.
I never left God and God never left me. They were saying all sort of things about me and doing things that we hurt me. I was very hurt and kept praying and crying to God. One time I was sick and travelled home. After treating myself and getting some drugs I traveled back to school. In school I was taking my drugs but my body wasn't responding to treatment unless before. One day, some nursing students came from warri, they told all the female students to collect titanus injection.(TT) I collected TT after collecting the TT, I started feeling pains in that particular arm. It was so unbearable. It got to a stage I lost appetite. I started cooking and throwing all my food away. I was no longer eating well. And before now, ever since I starting living in the hostel I was always sick but this case was very serious. We have test on Monday I never wanted to tell my mum or go home because my mum always complains I sick too much and she is tired but my sister told my mum on my behalf. I wish I stayed back and refused to speak, the story would have been different. God forbid it! On Thursday night while I was sleeping I woke up like someone about to enter unconsciousness but woke up from death. I was very shocked when I woke and I praying to God to help me see tomorrow because tomorrow I was planning to travel home. In the morning while going to school I noticed a friend I was walking with was walking very faster than me but I didn't take it seriously. In the afternoon, while I was coming back from school everyone was walking very faster than me.I told myself I must travel home. I'm not fine. I traveled home and the next day I went for blood test I have fever, it was the regular typhoid and malaria I use to have before. My body was shaking I can't stand and I can't even eat. I was very weak. Before I left for central hospital, I told my mum to come to the hospital to help me because I can't stand for long I will fall down. She left the food she was cooking and came to assist me but there wasn't a doctor. The only mistake my mother made was to take me to a pharmacy, who claims they have a nurse that can treat. She would have taken me to a private hospital although I never had a knowledge about issues like this , I was in 100L then. The auxiliary nurse in the pharmacy injected me instead of giving me saline because I haven't been eating well and I was very weak.She injected me one injection and I almost collapsed. She asked if i can take Iucozade boost but I said No because I don't like taking lucozade boost even when I was a kid. They gave me malt and that's what I took. She gave me the second injection. I wasn't able to walk home, a bike took me home. At home I was very weak. I felt I was dying slowly but I don't just know how to express it. I slept outside till night and I wasn't able to eat not even to take drugs. my mother brought food instead of eating food I was using eba to touch the water. She shouted at me but I was doing the same thing. She hitted me I was crying nobody really understand what I was passing through. The next day was on a Sunday, everyone went to service and left me at home. Till this day if you asked me what happened on that Sunday I don't know I was already lossing my consciousness. My mum came back from service took me to the auxiliary nurse in the pharmacy I don't even know when. As she was explaining what happened to me in the night and the way I behave as if I am not mentally stable, I fell down from the chair, started jerking and saliva coming out from my mouth. A man that knew us very well quickly rushed down boarded a keke and took me to a nearby clinic. All these story I have been telling you I was unconscious. I don't even know where I am. There was no doctor only the nurses. A line was set but I was restless. My mum called my father who travelled, he was already on his way coming. He came and told my mum to leave the clinic since there is no doctor. My dad was thinking it's a stroke he took me to a herbalist who applied some herbal stuff and told them to leave me till morning. But I was restless at home in the night. I was fighting for my life. They have to make some calls and a friend and brother told him; \" it is hay fever you have to take her to the hospital, if not she will die.\" They were very scared. It was very terrible that night they couldn't eat. My elder sister and mother in my house was crying. My family was praying for me. They took me to a hospital I was there unconscious for three days before I opened my eyes. I was like a dead person who woke up. I became aware of my surrounding. The first food I ate I vomitted it. My family was happy to see alive. I stay two days more in the hospital before I was discharged with many salines infused on my body to make a bit strong. My bones were still aching. I missed my test. After two days I traveled back to school. It happened December 2018. I returned to school fortunately for me the exams were postponed to January 2019. My eldest sister came, we went to meet some lecturers we showed them medical report but they didn't listen. My eldest sister told me to look for another apartment that she doesn't like the house because it's dark like JuJu house and most of the people in that hostel did not love me. They hated me so much including the caretakers wife. She claimed I don't laughed with people and I mind my business and also for my faith so she hated me so much. So in January I moved to a new place and I was happy unlike before and chubby. Most people confirmed it.Some of the things that made me happy after leaving that hostel was God didn't abandon me even when my strength was failing me and God did not Shame Me and my family but rather he shamed the devil. Two girls in my former hostel anytime they were walking on the road and they saw me, they will always mock me and call me names but I know God loves me the most. Nobody knows tomorrow that's for sure.
I wasn't able to do the fashion designing together with school. It was difficult. The little knowledge I gathered from fashion was shattered. I lost it because I wasn't practising it and my parents refuse to buy me a sewing machine. I wanted it but no way. In 2019 I was posted to FMC hospital Asaba for three months training after the training I returnedback to school. months training after the training with some difficulty I had in school I passed my exams to the next level. So many students failed in my department I was scare. We did about 15 courses and our pass mark for each course was 50. If you score 49 you have failed a course. My surprisingly, God did it for me.
In 2020 when I was in my final year, I felt like finishing my handwork I started. I have always love craft. I decided to go get some knowledge on cutting and sewing from a tailor after school I go there. But I wasn't easy because of stress I was not able to go there most times. Although I was still trying my best. Then came COVID-19 and the provost told everyone to go home that's how we traveled home. When they finally called us back to school I went back to school. We are already doing project and planning exams. No time to go to the tailor shop. After the exam and everything, she asked me to stay back, but it's already holiday and the hostel is cold and no money to fend for myself while staying back. Even before the project in school I faced a lot of challenges, the hod of the department and the supervisor of my project turn against me and I was wrongly accused when my fellow colleagues were defending there project I was not able to do so. Even the courses I wrote they were F's.My hod claimed I said something about her I didn't say. At a point in time, I felt like everyone has abandon me and the ground should open and swallow me up. It wasn't easy but God was my helper. I was very lean that period nobody understand what I was passing through. I later did the project. But what about the F's? I left school and spent two more years before I was done. At a point I got discourage but eldest sister may God continue to bless her for me for standing by me and paying my fees for two years. In your difficult days you will know those who care and those who don't. Some of my colleagues without no F went for their six months training in Delsuth Oghara.
In 2021, I told myself I can't continue like that just being at home doing nothing I was advised to learn makeup. I went to a shop a pay money for myself to learn makeup because nobody was even helping me. I was there but there is one girl that feels like a boss there and always talks to me anyhow and anyway she likes. I was older and the insults and embarrassment was just too much and I wasn't feeling I belong there. I told my boss but it continued so I left even after paying money. My story is a pathetic one right? Of course it is
My big brotherwas not happy with me because he told me before hand to finish what I started. I told my mom I was going to upgrade my skills in fashion designing but she told me not to that I am already passing through a lot in life.
I didn't give up she told she doesn't approve of it. If I feel like okay but she is not paying for me. I have some money I went to a road side shop I was there for six months it wasn't easy especially when you are doing things with people below your age range and even after graduation from the higher institution but stoop low and I was determined so I went there. I told myself this time around I must know how to cut and sew properly. So I went there. In anything you are doing you will surely face some challenges. It wasn't an easy decision to make but I told myself \"There comes a point in life as an adult you have to make your decision. Nobody will and if they do and you succum to it and you didn't succeed you have yourself to blame because at the end of the day as they usually say it, it is just an advise. After I left the tailoring shop I bought a sewing machine at home and started cutting and sewing. I watched videos from YouTube. I really helped me a lot. I didn't learn much from my boss. Although I learnt sewing from her to be precise because I was able to know some sewing techniques I never knew. In December that year, I sew some kid wears but I was not able to sell it. They were pricing it very cheap. I later gave my elder brother kids. I decided to open a ready to wear clothing line on Instagram, Facebook and others but nobody was patronising me but I continued. I named my brand Shuleybrus fashion. It's on Instagram and Facebook and tiktok.
After six months I left. In 2022 October I was among Choosen to be trained in Delta state university teaching hospital, Oghara. I completed it in march 2023. I decided to look for a job and remain there but to no avail. I don't usually get patronage since I started fashion in 2022 at home. Now I don't have enough money and I am looking for ways to make money to keep my business progressing but no way out but I am looking for a job in the hospital maybe from there I can picked my broken pieces. I have not given up and I am still begging God to bless me in any way possible even if things might not be going well for me right now as I planned. My challenges have made me a strong person in life. I don't asked why they happened to me. I have learned to accept it. Every body in life has their different challenges. That is my challenge. I suffered and cried but just like in the case of job I know he will dry my tears. Don't wake up one morning and think people make it once, they might have been through difficulties you knew nothing about. Don't envy them. God blesses people who are loyal to him in different ways.
I never wanted to tell my story but I hope it inspires someone going through though times and challenges. Though times doesn't last. No matter the situation you're passing through right now, It's not the end of world. Problems will come but with the help of God they will go......Serve God well o!"}},{"id":"xGdwMsHDLp","type":"paragraph","data":{"text":" One thing that helped me alot in my difficult days was resilence. That's why I keep encouraging everyone to build resilence it will go a long way. We don't invite problem but nobody is problem free in this difficult world. It wasn't easy for me but I am glad I passed the test."}},{"id":"t_uYBHTAeq","type":"paragraph","data":{"text":" O"}}],"version":"2.28.2"}