B.sc bagged. God did it.
I grew up in a modest, Christian family and saw miracles before I recognized them. Getting into secondary school was easy and I passed WAEC on the first try, but I was too young to call it a miracle—I thought it was just my own ability. When it came time for university, I had no money and no support, so I moved to Lagos to find work and save for school. I bounced between low‑pay jobs (17k, then 25k day/night shifts, then a 25k cleaning job) and kept praying for a break. One night, after crying out to God, I quit my job and, the next day, was offered a receptionist role at my church—despite lacking the OND they wanted. I was 19, got a JAMB score of 165, and started preparing for Delsu while also applying for an international scholarship. My pastor advised me to think carefully about the costs, but I decided to pursue the international school. With faith, hard work, and God’s provision (including mysterious sponsors who paid my fees), I completed a four‑year Health‑Care Management program, graduated with a second‑class upper degree, and proved that God was always there.
