I am a 200L student of one Nigerian Federal University. Things had not been rosy, when I thought things would better, more hadship will appear to come in different dimension. I was among the top right from Primary to Secondary . I had great ambitions. I dreamt a lot about being a great Engineer. Things weren't so bad except for my Father, a truck driver who would leave us for months without seeing us. I thought that once I enter University I will get a Scholarship grant, and hardly would need any help from Dad. I would later leaen that Scholarship grant is more of luck(written more than four, no feedback). I started feeling the pressures when I was almost compelled to study Medi-surg. See fustration! I somehow managed to see my self pursuing my dream career. How wrong I was! If I had entered Medi-surg, atleast the whole Village would have given me Scholarship for they value Medicine( even if my greedy Uncles would not bulge for this course). My father was the kind that will get money today, spend all to outsider including sponsporing my Uncles family. He had less than enough money for ourselves. I love my father though, I rarely quarreled him. He too love me and infact all his children, for he too often tell us big the plan he had for us and usually boast about us outside. Fast forward, I got an admission, but could not pay my School fee, I had to wait one more year. I got another admission, registered and the great man, My Dad died before I could finish my first year. What a great loss! According to an Igbo proverb, you won't know the benefit of tattered cloth unless u loose it. My father is not a tattered cloth, he is simply imperfect. I started swimming in fustration when things became hard. I had severall bouts of fustration everyday, I was no longer dreaming. Usually, the picture of my Dad will show up in my memory as the onlyone who love me in this world apart from my Mum. He loved me inspite of the fact that I am speech hardicapped. I don't have friends. Now he is dead, I am all by my self. My greedy Uncles he helped have all turned their back on us. No one to inspire me except for my unemployed Elder Brother who would tell me that I have to assume responsibility. He is simply not Dad. He can be all Dad was not but can't be what Dad was. Now, I am in Univesity, going to lectures like everyone else( when I want). Doing some assignment. I can at best do routine work. I am below average. I flout deadlines given by lecturerers. No longer dreaming or doing extra ordinary things. But still manage to be happy, thanks to European league. I am a Chelsea fan, Barca fan, Suarez fine. I would watch ball rather than do assignment. Up Chelsea. That is what I have been reduced to. I was lucky that I managed to get up to 4.1 in my first year. I was angry, but my laziness has become part of me, I could hardly do anything to salvage my dwiddling IQ. I knew how bad I was when a person that used to tutor me ask me to help him answer Waec questions for his expo group. Expo, which I had vowed not to do! Well the guy used to shower me with praises before, now he is telling me I am not now as sharp. I have wandered and found one passion again, programming. I am learning programming by myself without laptop. I feel I already know lots of things in Java, no laptop to practice it, though I usually steal some time with my room mate laptop. As I am, I don't have food to eat. What is more is that Mum and my siblings hardly have enough. Mum was a housewife my father die, she don't have business. If I can talk, I would have been organising tutorial. Thank you for reading my post.
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oboi this your story weak me o

had it been say Dortmund win, I for get 248k...Dortmund cut my almost 250k, sheyI for find you like 50k make u take soft...

just be strong men...the future is bright..

Thanks