What a day it was when she finally got to her final year in shool! For the past three ‘water drinking years’ (according to my lecturer), I had looked forward to this day and now it has become a reality. What was I supposed to do? C-E-L-E-B-R-A-T-E of course! That was exactly what I did. The day started out all bright as I headed to school that morning for my last paper as a year three student of Unilag. Well, you can always trust Unilag to spice up the life of its students. My paper was to start at 12 PM prompt. Unilag didn’t fail to live up to expectation – a school that strives for excellence in all it does. This time around, our highly ‘tapping’ school excelled in the special art of Nigerian or African timing. Come to think of it, can any body tell me the difference between African time and Nigerian time? Anyway, back to my story. I ended up writing my paper at around… I can’t recall the exact time but it was really late (I really felt sorry for my friends who had a paper to write for 3 PM, as at past six, they hadn’t started! I wondered when they were going to start and what time they were going to finish!) For me, despite the delay, thank God I was through. What a great feeling of exhilaration when I dropped my pen for the last time as a year three student! JUST ONE MORE SESSION TO GO AND I WILL BE OUT OF SCHOOL! It was an event worth celebrating. I quickly gathered my things together and headed up-school where I was going to have my mouth ‘baptized in a river of suya.’ As they say, the rest is history. Afterwards, I proceeded to ‘computer’ our very own campus Buka-like ‘Tantalizers’ where I had my food served to me in a Nigerian- Victorian grand style. Three years in Unilag (excluding all the ASUU strikes, school closures and what have you)! I did deserve a little bit of enjoyment. The future that once looked so far, so distant is almost within touching distance. I did not forget to thank God for His grace thus far. I am indeed grateful that He has kept me so far and for letting me hear the whistle for the final lap of the highly cherished Bsc. degree race (I wonder, what’s the worth of the Bsc out there? I guess we will all find out when we hit the labour market). And for me, it is a fight to the finish and I see a very bright future ahead of me, because I have this great business model that will take me to my time freedom and of course, financial freedom – earning dollars while in Nigeria. I will keep you posted if you are interested.
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