For most people, graduation is an exciting day – the culmination of years of hard work. My graduation
day was a day to remember.
I remember that weekend 8 years ago. Family and friends had flown in from across the country to watch me walk across that stage. But like everyone else in my graduating class, I had watched the economy turn from bad to worse my senior year. After the university, I went on a compulsory full National Youth Service Corp for a year, which was mandatory for all graduates in my country. We worked and got paid by the government and where we worked. After a year, we are done with the programme. We graduates had degrees, but very limited prospects. Numerous applications had not panned out and I knew that the next day, I will start to carter for myself.
The weeks ahead weren’t easy. I gathered up everything I couldn’t carry and put it into storage. Then, because I knew where I was coming from, they couldn’t offer me any opportunities, I packed up and went back to Lagos to find work. But what I thought would take a week dragged into two, and then four, and 100 job applications later, I found myself in the exact same spot as I was before.
You know that feeling when you wake up and you are just consumed with dread? Dread about something you can’t control – that sense of impending failure that lingers over you as you hope that everything that happened to you thus far was just a bad dream? That feeling became constant in my life.
Days felt like weeks, weeks like months, and those many months felt like an unending eternity of destitution. And the most frustrating part was no matter how much I tried, I just couldn’t seem to make any progress.
So what did I do to maintain my sanity? I wrote. Something about putting words on a page made everything seem a little clearer – a little brighter. Something about writing gave me hope. And if you want something badly enough… sometimes a little hope is all you need!
I channeled my frustration into creating an entertaining blog. Where I vent in current entertainment news and some personal write up. I got used to blogging and started making some small change and recognition. Never did I refuse to give up.
And then one day, without any sort of writing degree or contacts in the writing world – just a lot of hard work and perseverance – I was offered a job with a media house to be a writer/ Public Relations Officer to some of the biggest artists in my country. After that, things slowly began to fall into place. Then, a few months later, I got an interview with a telecommunications company to be the Admin Officer of the company. Now I found my part in writing and spreading the good news around for people who are depressed or unmitigated to move on in life. I stopped the entertainment blog and created this wonderful blog “Motivated And Free”. To help people, and also draw them close to Christ.
The moral of this story is… don’t give up. Even if things look bleak now, don’t give up. Several years back, it was a different story for me. But I thank God for His grace and mercy with continuous favour in my daily activities.
If you work hard, give it time, and don’t give up, things will always get better. Oftentimes our dreams lie in wait just a little further upstream… all we need is the courage to push beyond the river.
I will appreciate if this is shared to your loved ones, family, and enemies. Let us kick depression out of the way.