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Recall a moment of hope during a difficult time. Describe what happened.
When it comes to moments of having hope during a difficult time, I think I have a lot of stories to give and as a mark of being grateful to God for bringing me this far I decided to write about my moment of hope.
In the year 2010 when my dad died, in fact on the fateful day the news of his death was officially announced to us as a family, I was traumatized and devastated. I wept for the loss of my father and my friend, I wept because he was the only one who gave me courage, encouraged me, and gave me hope of a better life and attaining whatever height I wished for because he was my cheerleader and I wept because I saw my life, my visions, my dreams, my goals get shattered because of his death and as such, I took me months to accept the truth that my father was indeed gone.
I wept because I had fear, that I would never be going to school anymore because we all knew my mom alone couldn't send us to school even if she wanted to, she doesn't have the strength to push us further like our dad would have because her husband did basically everything while she took care of the home front end and enjoyed whatever her husband provided.
So, after his news, like I had predicted, my brothers and I couldn't go to school for a few months, worst of all we were all enrolled in an expensive private school, and because my mom was a housewife who depended only on her husband's income and as such,
she was clueless about what to do to help us.
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I remember one day, I sat down to weep because I wanted to go to school but couldn't go to school anymore because my mom couldn't help, nobody could help us, I was afraid of never seeing the four corners of school again. I was afraid of never attaining all the dreams I shared with my dad and how at every moment, he promised to push me to any extent, I wanted and I felt with his absence, it was never going to be possible because my cheerleader and encouraged and hype man was dead.
In summary, I lost hope of ever reaching for my dreams, I lost hope of ever going to school because I had nobody so, I buried my dreams and lowered my expectations. Was ready to take what life threw at me as long as it was not death or life-threatening sickness.
Gladly after a few months of not going to school or seeing any hope, my distant uncle whom we've not heard anything about for years now, called my mom and said he would like to send me to school, the good thing was that I was already in Senior Secondary School One when my dad died, so I had just two classes to be done with.
So, I had to travel down to where he lived with his family, and there I was enrolled into a Government school, that was my first time attending a Government school, I remember weeping when we came back from enrolling me because I was told that when resuming, I would need to cut off my very long hair but I had to because that was the only moment I had hope to continue my education.
This is my entry to Hive Naija Weekly Prompt | Edition 47