I have not been able to understand the joy that filled my heart and the wonderful things that have been happening in my life. I now recall as I always do, the last words of my father before he gave up the ghost. I can remember vividly that he said ‘’nothing is impossible under the sun and as long as there is a will, there is always a way’’. More so, I tried to recollect again the incidents that followed the death of my father.
I had just finished my senior secondary school promotion examination and I was going home when I noticed that someone was running towards me. She was shouting my name and informing me that something had happened at home. This person, who happened to be my aunt, kept on repeating her words. I was confused as I could not believe that my father was probably dead, though he had been ill for some weeks.
Then my aunt finally broke the news: Olu, father is dead’’. I broke down in tears and that was how my trouble began. My mother died when giving birth to me, her first and only child. Ever since then, it had always been my father and I. Now my father was gone. Who was going to cater for my up-bringing? My father’s only sister was poor and she had little means of catering for her little children and herself.
She also depended on my father. I then realized that I was in the world alone. I applied as a house-boy in one of my neighbour’s house and out of pity, I was hired. My master took the responsibility of sending me to school. I was very pleased and I always tried my best to please him. I also did all the best I could do well in school so as to encourage my master. Since he had no child, he treated me almost like his own.
The only difference was that I called him ‘’master’’ and not ‘’father’’. I counted myself lucky. I then took my final examinations and came out with the best result in my school. Soon after this, my master sent me packing and I felt as if I was born with a curse on my head. He told me that he would not be able to pay for education neither would he be able to accommodate me anymore. And then, it was like all hope was lost and I decided to look for a menial job.
I took up a job as a cleaner in a small company in my village and after working for three months; all I could still afford were three square meals. ‘’Was this how I was going to continue’’? I asked myself. While I was considering my depressing condition, the words of my late father came back to me. This raised my enthusiasm and hope and there and then, I decided I must further my education.
I then began to save some money to buy Joint Admission and Matriculation Board (JAMB) form. After about a year of saving money, I purchased the form and wrote the examination and I came out in such flying colours that my community offered me a scholarship to study Accountancy in the university. With determination, I came out of the university with a first class degree in Accountancy. The following year after graduation, I became a Chartered Accountant.
Now I am a respectable Accountant in the society and I still owe my success to the saying of my late father that ‘’where there is a will, there is a way’’.
