In life, everyone has what prompts them to do something. Whether it's a good thing or a bad thing, there must be something that makes them want to take a step forward or backward.
There are lots of days that remind me of where I was coming from and where I am heading towards, but in this country that I find myself in, you have to know someone that knows someone higher before you can make it easily.
Sometimes knowing people wouldn’t help either if you are not ready to join what they are doing. There are lots of I must make it days in my life; I wouldn’t lie about that. But here I am still trying to make it, and I still have hope that I will make it.
I don’t have plans of dragging a seat with Dangote or Otedola, but at least I need to make it to the extent that I can afford to give my children a better life alongside my husband, and of course, to be able to help my husband whenever there is a need for that since he will have his own money just like I do.
The last time I had to make it a day happened recently, and it really affected me a lot, to the extent that anytime I remember that incident, I just don’t want to stop looking for a way out or for what else I could do to boost my business so that it could get bigger and bring more money than before.
So I was on my way to church. I attended a white garment church, and that day it had rained very early in the morning around 5-6am, but by the time daybreak finally came, it had stopped, so I quickly dressed up and headed out before it started again.
I was almost at the church before a silver Lexus car splashed muddy water beside the road on me from the back, and you all know how white clothes show dirt.
Immediately my cloth got wet and brown even in the front as if I was bathing with the water. I looked at myself and then looked back just to see the person who did that to me, but to my biggest surprise, the car didn’t even wait to apologize.
The funniest part was that it was the first Sunday of the month, and every first Sunday I always dress up so much that people would think I’m going to an anniversary, so I was wearing my best garment and, of course, the best jewelry that I have.
I wouldn’t lie. I cried a little bit at that spot because it was so embarrassing to wear dirty clothes among people. Meanwhile, my house is quite far from my church, so automatically I can’t go back home. I had to attend my favorite first Sunday with a dirty white garment.
I could have washed it off if it were just a little splash, but the muddy water was all over my body, so I just cleaned the wet sand on the cloth and then went to church like that. All my prayer points that day were that I must make it in life because I was so embarrassed.
I never forgot that day because the stains on the garment refused to wash off even after dry cleaning it; the material refused to let go as if it were a reminder for me.
