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School life and everything around me was not going smoothly, but somehow, things were still going on. I was surviving. The most important person who made everything bearable was Daniel.
He was always there. He was everything I needed at that point in my life. He was trying his best, and I was trying my best too. But financially, I was struggling badly, especially when I compared myself to my friends.
Most of them had parents who supported them financially. Whenever they needed something, they could call home. I didn't have that luxury. I was supporting myself with the little I could make, while Mama was also doing everything possible to support me. Then suddenly, it was time for my internship.
That was another problem.
I needed money for registration. I needed to find a place where I could do my internship, and there were several other expenses I had to think about.
Then, suddenly again, I received a call. It was from the hospital.
“Mama has collapsed.”
My heart nearly stopped.
I was very, very scared.
I immediately ran to the hospital. Thankfully, by the time I got there, some people had already stayed with Mama in the hospital.
She was conscious and feeling better.
The doctor said it was caused by stress. Mama had been doing too many things, working beyond what her body could handle. Eventually, her body could no longer take it.
The doctor prescribed bed rest.
She was to go home and rest. But there was a problem.
The money I had suffered and struggled to gather for my internship registration had to be used to pay Mama's hospital bills.
I had no choice. Her health was more important.
We returned home, and I stayed with her for some days, taking care of her and making sure she got enough rest.
As I was preparing to return to school, Mama called me.
She went to her local safe, popularly known as a kolo.
Then she broke it open. Inside was a good amount of money she had specifically saved for years.
She brought it out and gave it to me.
I was so happy. At least, I could replace the money I had used to pay her medical bills. For a moment, I felt relieved.
But another problem remained.
Where would I do my internship?
I didn't know where.
I didn't know when.
I didn't know how.
Then Rachel called me.
She told me she had found a place for me.
The company she wanted to use for her own internship. She asked if I would mind joining her and applying there for my internship.
“Of course, I mind,” I replied jokingly. “I am definitely going to apply!”
And I did.
I completed the registration, submitted my application, and, thankfully, everything seemed to be going well.
For the first time in a while, I felt like maybe things were finally falling into place.
I had no idea that this internship would introduce me to someone who would change the direction of my life.
