It is already the first term in the year’s academic session and everyone is getting ready for going back to school.
I am pretty surrounded with the thinking of how mine will be in the end, will I be able to make it and join my friends, or will I seat at home and watch my friends go to school?
I could receive help from somewhere my instinct keeps telling me, but all was nothing but a daydream. It never happened that way and there’s no hope or promises coming from relatives.
Nevertheless, there’s not too comfortable with training a girl child in school, they can try assisting the male ones in school or channel them into a business where they’re expected to make it big and become men of wealth without proper education.
The government secondary school seemed to be the available option for me, I had gone to register myself in school which is about 3km far from home. No one cares if I have to trek the whole of my life, it’s my personal decision to further my studies and I have to bear the expenses alone. That was their conclusion about me.
I did a total of 6 months in secondary school and couldn’t further as the path to the school became more devastated by flood and abandoned by the government.
I didn’t drop out of the government school because their road was bad, or because they have leaking roofs and unqualified and few teachers.
I was thrown out of school because I was unable to pay my fees. I have no one to blame, I wouldn’t blame my God too for the circumstances around me.
Becoming a stay at home girl and helping my stepmother in her orange business wasn’t part of the plans but it became the only available and inevitable option to follow.
As a young girl who’s growing up in the community, I have had my own fair share of listening to gospel music involving instrumentals especially the guitar. I have a good voice yes I don’t actually need anyone to tell me this before I would realize the great singing potentials in me as a young girl.
Luckily for me, I was interrupted by a lady at my step mother’s shop who stopped by to get some oranges and heard me singing as I was peeling oranges and had developed interest in knowing more about me and luckily enough for me I was the only one at the store which gave me the privilege to tell the lady more about me.
Little or nothing did I know about her, she was a TV sensation then on local gospel music and I wasn’t opportuned to watch TV, or we had none even. I would have known her earlier before her explanations and still good, she was humble enough interacting with me and how she and get me trained and make music my career.
She had asked me to visit the reverend sister Rev. Sister Joan who was her classmate in primary school so she could talk the date I am going to meet her for further discussing on how to further my dreams.
I wrapped the oranges for her she paid and left some money for me, I was so excited and ran along with the car waving at her until my feet hurt.
My heart rate what high and fast-beating, she could sponsor me in school or ask me to be her made I will be glad for whatsoever good intention she may have.
Although she wasn’t that specific on what the help could be, I am optimistic about it all.
Did Helen later decide to visit the unknown woman, will she help Helen further her education or not? Find out in part three of this story.