The Process!!!

I have always said I will share this story but just few people know about it.. Some part I was told by friends and family and some part I was fully aware..

My ever smiling Mo

I was 14 years when I fell into depression. This is how it all started
I have always wanted to be a neurosurgeon or a lawyer at most growing up and I was ready to chase this dream. Chasing my dream wasn't the problem but my father's decision was my major problem. Mr Oketoki wanted me to be a boarding school student like my elder sister Oyinda. This affected my education on three different occasions.

Grateful Lady

I'm sure you are asking why and how. While waiting for admission list for JSS1 students, hoping my name will make this list I didn't go to school for a while until few weeks to first term exam.. Laslas I joined a day school in my area after mum kept disturbing him. In 2009, there was a policy from WAEC or NECO then I really can't remember which but the Nigeria Civil Defence Corps officers were deployed to different schools to invigilate exams. Fortunately and also unfortunately for me, an officer from my dad's station was deployed to my school (Dad was the commandant at that time) and she had to give daily report to him. One day, she gave dad report and advised I was withdrawn from the school because they weren't teaching well.

After my last NECO paper 

It was so unfortunate that I just finished JSS 3 so he could change my school if he wanted.. His excuse was "you are starting afresh in senior secondary school'' so I had no choice but to move. We were back to looking for a Federal boarding school for me. Kudos to mama ooo.. she went to different schools and like a joke, SSS1 first term was gone. It took so much convincing before he agreed to send me to a day school but at this time, I had missed out on vital things I ought to have learnt in SSS1 first and second term. Getting into my new school, I struggled so much with science subjects. It was really hard catching up because I had no background knowledge of whatever I was been taught.

Fast forward to SSS1 third term, Dad took me out of my new school again and it was time to resume a new boarding school.. He successfully kept me at home for another term and I resumed SSS2 after second term's mid term, I went to a boarding school finally but a private school. Mind you, at this point depression was already setting in.

I failed Chemistry and Physics in second term and it was so bad that my parents were advised to return me to SSS1... At this point my world crumbled, I gave up fighting to be better and just moved to SSS1 when I resumed third term. I cried in class daily as I had low self esteem and felt I was always the talk of the school. I went on for a week and I couldn't help it anymore so I concluded to commit suicide. I had a drug back then in school that was very tiny (as small as B-Complex tablet) but a full tablet of that was overdose for my age so I used half of that daily. After making up mind, I went ahead and took over 50 tablets of this drug and told my SSS1 class mate to wake me up when it's time for prep (Prep is reading time in boarding schools) in hope she would find me dead.

At this point, I wasn't aware of anything and I can't still remember whatever happened till date so I was told the story. At 6:30pm, I was called by our Nurse to come talk to someone on phone but I didn't go so she came to my hostel. I had a phone conversation with a friend (I don't know who or what we discussed) and I passed out immediately I was done. No one understood what happened, they thought whoever I was talking to told me something that made me react the way I did. The Nurse did everything to wake me up but I wasn't responding so she had to call for help. I was carried to the sick bay and nothing was working. At this point, Nurse Tolu knew something was wrong and couldn't figure it out so I was rushed to the hospital. According to gist, my parents were unreachable and everyone was running from one point to the other. I eventually fell into coma and the doctors struggled to save my life.

Secondary school's valedictory service

After 162 hours, I was awake but I couldn't talk, ear nor walk. I wasn't even aware of anything happening around me. Let's leave out details of my struggle in the hospital while recovering. Immediately I was fine, the first question I was asked was WHAT DO YOU WANT?

First process was to see a counsellor even before I left the hospital. I had two hours session with him daily and it was boring kind of but I had to do it.. afterwards, I was loved beyond words (home and school). I moved from science class to art class with the hope of chasing my second dream which was to be a lawyer.. Hehehehe, I'm a journalist now though. I read so hard and let me proudly say I cleared all WAEC and NECO papers once including Government (I always slept during class.. it was boring).

In summary, parents should give their children opportunity to make their own choices. They should put them through and guide their choices and not force decisions on them.

"You are who you are by the definition of who you have decided to be" "You and your maker are the best definer of WHO YOU ARE" I say these to myself always

Thank you so much for reading this. Please drop your comments below and don't forget to share.. I love you all so much