Happy Valentine’s Day people, let’s starts these stories of woes on a good note, I thought that we would be writing a love story as the days prompt to match with the season but it seems like they have taking that out of the way so as not to oppress the single hearts 🤣🤣😂🤣😂here hence we here to talk about the experiences of life that has toughened us along the way.
Just like I have always said 2017 was my worst year ever, precisely in the month of February which we are actually in now. I will save us of the many details of these happenings since I am unsure if I will ever get over the events of that year. Thinking/writing about any time is often tough itself.
I was in first semester 400level in school and we have just resumed with huge excitement of being in final year. The first day of February came and while I was happily greeting everyone a happy new month, least did I know that mine won’t end up happy that day. The scholar of our department was having his birthday on thesame day and has taking myself and 
It was at the table that I was called to come back home, my mum had slumped at the market. This came as a surprise since she never told us that she was going to the market. Immediately I boarded a cab in the car park only to realize that my immediate younger brother has already been called and he was heading home too, we attended thesame university.
My hopes were high, it didn’t occur to me to think the worst, having reached home, I went straight to her room, laid her bed and cleaned the place hoping that she only fainted at the market and will soon be back home to come rest. That was it, she never came home and never said goodbye
We later gathered that she was abandoned on the hot tiled road of the market after she fell, nobody assisted her because they were afraid of God knows what beside anything can happen to implicate anyone in this country. Rumors kept spreading in the market and people were going to peep at my helpless woman by the road. Several hours might have passed before someone from our neighborhood went to the market heard the rumor and also went to check. Low and behold it was someone she knows, calls were put across to us and before my sister could reach the venue and take her to the hospital she was already gone.
No help
No Ambulance
Nothing to save a life in this country
Better watch yourself
Because if you fall, help my not come.
That was my mums end.
We grieved and buried her in the village, as if that was not enough I had to resume back to Ilorin from Benue almost immediately and guess what I came back with an Ear Infection so bad I was going deaf. The doctor scold me for not taking prompt action when I noticed. It wasn’t my fault the poor weather and long journey is to blame.
I came back to meet a test week, failed some of my test as expected, I missed classes and was still grieving.
Moving on test week was over and I had to resume lab work for my project practical, first day in the Lab there was an explosion, an accident that got me badly burnt. And boom it was another compulsory stay at home to treat myself
February was finally over, my elder sis who 8months pregnant at our mums demise put to bed. I was with her to take care of the baby, due to some careless hospital mismanagement we equally lost the baby.I was carrying him on the 4th day of his birth when it happened. It was my first experience of witnessing such,right in my arms I watched him give up his spirit with a final breath. Guess what I lamented and wished that I could stop that but who am I?
The last of the woes was when I finally settled down to resume school after all the negative happenings one last one still showed it’s ugly face.😢
I had resumed school on that day and dipped my hands into the side pocket of my bag to pay the cab man his fair, unknown to me the sharp blade i had therein sliced my index finger into two. At this point I wasn’t ashamed to cry like a baby, because all the memories of what I was going through flashed back before my eyes.
I was like if only mum was here most of these ugly things might be averted.
Mum would be alive to take care of the new born, we won’t have lost him from her years of motherhood experience. I won’t have had an infection either and probably the lab accident too won’t have hurt so bad if mum was by my side.
The school clinic treated my finger for 3days. I took a good long break until I was emotionally strong enough to complete school. At this point I didn’t care what my Final CGPA will be like, I just want to be over with school, pick up the pieces of my life and start all over again.
All of these Experiences put together and happening within a the-same year made me tough, I had to brace up myself to take up mums responsibilities towards my siblings,I became unafraid of the dark after coming face to face with death. Nothing shakes nor moves me anymore, absolutely nothing.
