I failed woefully in my WAEC. I had an F9 parallel.
I cried bitterly because my parents had struggled to pay for it.
They were upset with me but decided to give me another shot.
I registered the next year, the same outcome – F9 parallel again.
This time, my parents gave up.
They put me into an apprenticeship – a roadside mechanic.
They were like, if you can’t further academically, learn a trade.
My dream of being a professor was truncated.
6 months into learning mechanic, my boss repaired a professor’s car.
The professor inspired me. I picked myself up. Saved money and registered for WAEC.
This time, I read like never before. I sought help from those ahead of me.
And guess what, I passed exceedingly.
My uncle was impressed with my result. No one ever had such an excellent result in the family.
He sponsored me.
I made First Class in the university. I got a scholarship for a Masters’ Degree in Canada.
I completed it and proceeded to Ph.D.
Today, I am a professor in Canada.
I learned that you can start from where you stop. Just do it differently.
It doesn’t matter how many times you’ve fallen, get up one more time. The day is still young.
Story shared by my pastor.
This story was posted on LinkedIn by Chinedu Junior Ihekwoaba