Thread by @Beau_Yet_Godly

I Once Dodged A Blow From My Dad...

JAMB results were out!!! We got the info while we watched the evening news on Channels (the TV station that never minds their business🙄)

That night, I didn't sleep well, I lost my appetite, the clock seemed to tick slower than it had always done, I think I had a little headache, plus runny stomach. See, let's just say I was sick!

(For my non-Nigerian readers, JAMB is still unbeatably the most dreaded of all

exams for the average Nigerian teenager.

It determines a whole lot, the major thing being whether you would get into the tertiary institution that year or not) This should explain why I had the symptoms of a pregnant woman.

My dad didn't even care about my state.

All the man was concerned about was THE RESULT!

The next morning was finally here. Dad's voice thundered, 'Sissi, bring me your slip.' See at this point, I prayed all manner of prayers I knew. Forgiveness of sins, against spiritual wickedness in high places,

I promised God to serve him alone in the University if he grants me success. I forgave all my enemies. Bruhhh, I prayed!

I wasn't alone in this as my cousin who lived with us also wrote the exams. We were so tensed and I could feel my heart do kikum kikum kikum.

It was then I knew that there were blood vessels in the eyes. I looked in the mirror and saw my red veins through my light skin. Lolll. Was I even normal again?

We took turns watching to see if dad was on his way already. Ah God! Shey you will sha forgive my past, present

and future sins like this?

I can't afford not to get into Uni. Mercy Lord, mercyyyy.

1hour, 2hours, 3, dad was not yet back. What is holding this man forguhsake?

Mum did her best to calm us down, but I told her to leave me alone. She didn't write Jamb during her time.

How would she understand? Mum, I use God beg you, lemme!

We never stopped keeping watch of the gates. More hours passed... We couldn't do any other thing, so we didn't bother trying.

Finally, like the sound of the trumpet, we heard, 'Dad is here!' I peeped and watched him

take long strides with the papers in his hands (that was all that mattered. The papers!) Atthis point, I knew I couldn't run anymore. JUDGEMENT had come!

My cousin ran inside then came out again (there's no way you'll tell me Jamb cannot cause temporary insanity. No way!)

I watched as he stepped in. I froze. At that point, all that was in my head was 'all die na die. God gives second chances. If I fail today, I will not fail tomorrow.'

In no time, Baba had entered the house, looked at the results, handed mine over to me, and gave my cousin hers.

could no longer feel myself. I kept pleading the blood of Jesus as I took it. My cousin opened hers first. She seemed to have been in shock. I watched as she sat and gave a heavy sigh(ah God. Not a good sign)

Dad said nothing all the while, he acted unconcerned about the drama

Finally I decided to look. Everyone was waiting for my reaction.

My eyes left my cousin and rested on the paper I seemed to have held for 30seconds... I studied the score of every subject... Silence everywhere.

Days later, what happened wasn't too funny for me.

I had already filled my choice school, choice course, and everything (as it should be).

Dad and I were the only ones in the house. He looked at me, and looked sideways. That act tells me something had been on his mind.

We sat in silence for minutes until this

baba of mine finally said, 'Sissi, do you know the cut off mark for medicine in *** university is ***'

I looked in amazement, as I couldn't understand why he gave me the unneeded information.

Oh, I didn't tell you guys, I SMASHED the Jamb to pieces (smashed in capitals for

emphasy. Allow me to be proud please😅😅). My result was... Is there another word that'll describe it better than excellent? Lol.

He continued, 'Sissi, your Jamb result was so good, and you could take a change of course and institution form. It'll just cost some naira.'

I looked on, because I sincerely didn't know where that thought was coming from.

Growing up, as the other children in my yard and school were saying they wanted to be lawyers, doctors, nurses, I never mentioned any of those.

I was never interested in Medicine.

Even during the 🎶 sandalili sandalili 🎶 presentations, (if you don't know this song, when next you want to address me, address me as Aunty Sissi. And please don't tell me 'Sandalili' isn't correct yen yen yen) I never became a 🎶 'doctor in my country' 🎶

You mean this man had been dreaming of the day he'll say 'my daughter is a doctor' Lol. Come again sir. You say?

I said nothing. I answered nothing. I had made up my mind on the course I would read, and not even one Jamb score would change it.

At that point, all he needed to hear was a slight uncertain or excitedly naive answer from me, and boom! Course changed, university changed!

But I knew what my eyes were on and I stayed there.

You see, my dad loves me, I'm sure he wants the very best for me.

That suggestion may have been from the place of his good intentions, but I realised early in life that good intentions are not enough!

Dear teacher of God's word, you healed a man of headache, and people are shouting your praises, telling you to go open your church,

Even giving you offers that they'll sponsor it. It's a blow coming your way.

When I started putting some small write ups on my whatsapp, one guy came to my inbox and begged to sponsor the publishing of my first book by 2019. Lol. I laughed, it was a blow coming...

You were given an assignment to write a song. You did and it seriously gained traction, God hasn't said to move, yet song producers are coming, giving you offers, you know what it is, a blow!

One thing is, results are not enough to push us into establishing anything,

as a matter of fact, God might even ask you to move without previous works to show. Lol. This God?!

Some would even tell you 'opportunity comes but once,' and of course, not all offers are wrong, but what I'm screaming is, discern which is from the place of 'concern' and which

is the voice of God. Discern.

You know the crazy part? These suggestions might come from people you respect so much, people who are highly placed people in your life.

This is why hearing what God has to say at every point would save you. Let him guide your feet every step of

the way, let 'Emmanuel' be your reality.

If you're learning, don't be in a hurry, stay.
If you're ready, trust God, he would never fall your hand.

The only reason why people jump on offers without asking God's face is because they don't trust Him enough.

The God that provided offer 1, would he slack in providing offer 2?

Taking steps when God, your referee has not blown the whistle will end in premium tears.

The offers people are extending towards you is only a glimpse of how far you'll go.

Don't settle for a bungalow when you should have nations. Nations... That's the promise! Psalm 2:8

©️Beautiful_yet_godly

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