As I sit and type this, I am undecided as to what greetings to start with. I know I can be pretty predictable and go with the ‘Hi! Hey! Hello!’. But I don’t want to. But then again, since I am normally a quite patterned and predictable person, I do not know of any catchy and unconventional way to begin. And so, I have settled for this; the-tell-your-woe-story to me kind of beginning.
Anyways, I have been off radar and it is becoming such an habit I guess some of you guys didn’t even notice. I don’t exactly feel up to telling my catch up story.But let me do a summary catch up. I have been through a spoilt phone, lost purse, swollen face…and now my head is jammed with thoughts.
A SPOILT PHONE
Never before I started typing up this post, did I imagine I’d end up blogging about my phone getting spoilt. Anyone who knows me knows I
am was addicted to my phone. I practically have had all of my life going on, on that small device. My phone developed a sudden fault and went off on its own, choosing to never come back alive. After being worked on by a phone engineer, it was diagnosed irreparable. And so, I was forced to get a torchlight phone. It was traumatic really. And till date, I have been phoneless (practically…I don’t count a torch light phone as a phone…forgive me but I don’t). And that’s all about my phone situation. I look forward to getting a new phone but for now, I am making do with the one I have.
THE LOST PURSE
This one was very annoying. December last year, I lost my purse by leaving it in a cab. The purse contained about 10k, my bank ATM card and my University’s central library card (till date I haven’t replaced it). I was pained but thankful that I didn’t lose any of my ID cards. However, just last week, the same event repeated itself. I forgot my purse in a cab on arriving Ibadan. I was hurt as all the money I had on me was in it, my ID cards, my ATM cards, hostel ID cards and my room key were in it. It felt as though things could only get worse for me. I couldn’t call home to report that I had lost my purse since I had already lost one previously and didn’t want to be seen as careless and all. So, striving to bear my burden myself, The Lord brought angels my way to help me. I called people who surprised me and responded to my cry for help. I only just collected my new ATM card and now, I am purseless. Lol. I even made a resolve never to use a purse again.
Have you ever had an allergic reaction? Seen one before?
Prior to Sunday this week, I would have said a big NO. But it so happened that I woke up on Sunday morning, feeling heavy on my face. I ignored it for a sleepy face. It was not until my sister raised the “swollen face” alarm, that I felt it serious. I immediately took to prayers, and prayed as I was taking my bath. When I was done dressing, I went to check my face in the mirror and was surprised at how different I looked. It was not me in the mirror! Anyways, to hide my face from other church members, I wore sunglasses while in church. People kept asking if I had Apollo since they had seen me a day before at a church member’s wedding, bright faced and okay. I had to go to the doctor’s in between service. I was diagnosed of an allergy, given drugs, injection(it was almost a battle o. I almost cried. I really do hate injections), and a cream to apply. My face went down later that day but the problem that still exists is we do not know what caused the allergy. So now I know I am allergic to something but what it is, still remains unknown.
MANY THOUGHTS ON MY MIND
There honestly are a thousand and one thoughts on my mind. Topping the list is how I will do my internship amidst this looming ASUU strike. The Academic Staff Union of Universities, Nigeria is on strike for reasons I honestly don’t care for. However, the strike seems to be a blessing for me as the Nhef internship offered to me is to begin by 4th of September. I would have had to miss classes and some things in school but for the strike. However, ASUU being unpredictable may call off the strike at any time and that in itself is the cause of my apprehension. But I know that all things work together for my good.
In the midst of all these experiences, the devil tried to lie to me and make me feel bad. He wanted me to change my confession but God saw me through it all, teaching me to trust in His word regardless, to fix my gaze on his promises and to never relent in faith. I still battle my fight of faith but I know that in all these, I am more than a conqueror.
I have learned that usually in life, life interrupts your plans and things rarely ever go as planned.
I pray you have a great week as the week continues and I wish above all things that your faith doesn’t fail.