Scintillating synopsis

​PART ONE.

I.

  They called you a genius, you were. Which word best describes a boisterous brilliant boy who finished primary school at age seven, scoring  as high 98% in his common entrance making him the best student entering secondary school in his local government that year.

 They said genius are made,not born, that means genius can be unmade, you nearly were.

II.

 “You are not going to school; again till further notice”

 “excuse me sir?”

“You heard me right, you are not going to school again till further notice, if your mum feels you need to go to school, she would come and pick you”

The words were like flying daggers digging deep wounds into your heart. They shouldn’t have come from anyone, not to talk of the man you called your father.

  You just made your Junior Secondary school certificate at age 9, passing all subjects except maths and your goal was to be the youngest professor in Africa, ALAS…The dream shall stay in the dream land.

  You leave the home because you feel your life is rotten. You are tired of seeing your mates in their starched shirts and smart shorts, with sparkling white socks. Seeing that man you called “daddy” daily deteriorating in all demeanor douses you. You tried to leave with your relatives, but they all toss you to and fro like the tennis ball the Williams sisters played at Wimbledon.

  You hit the streets, you hit the streets and swept it clean with your frail feet, you try all sort of trades, from welding to carpentry, bricklaying wasn’t left, you wanted to be successful at all cost and for you, success means having money,nothing more, nothing less, so you did everything within you to get money.

  You pilfered, you gambled, you traded and handled but for you, money was a visitor that never stayed long and you wondered about how you’d survive the livid lashes life flogged you with.
III.

 The day your change came,you were busy arguing with the chocolate woman to give you change cause you needed to finish the football match you were playing. Talking of football, that was the only joyful thing you did, it was your way of letting go of putrid pains and plethora of pressure that compressed you.

  The boy was your age, and his name was Emmanuel and he was handsome, you liked him because he was your namesake and was meek at heart. He was your age-mate too so you listen to all he had to say.

 You gave your life to Christ because he asked you to, because Christ will give you happiness and other good things you desired desperately. You followed him to church and became the church boy until they found your mum for you, however six years had passed,GOOD SIX YEARS!.

  IV.

   Living with your mum feels strange, the first thing you remember her do was spanking you for scoring 13/30 in your entrance exams in to SS1? 

“does this woman know what it means not to go to school for six years?”

 You tried out science class, but the chemical formulars were too much and Newton’s law of motion didn’t put you in motion so you took a flight to commercial class but you still flunked. Your mother did like a mother and bought you books,  your favorite was THINK BIG and GIFTED HANDS because you felt you shared the same predicament with the author.

 Your story changed as you moved from 27th position to 7th out of 87, then you moved to third and made it a steady state. The first two girls seemed immovable.

  You graduated as one of the best students, but you didn’t go to your valedictory service to collect your gifts because you still owed school fees. OH!, I forgot to write that you wrote your exams on empty stomach most times cause your mum was out of job and there was no money so your meal pattern was 0-0-1 and the 1 was garri,eba or the remnants of chinchin and potato chips your mum sold during the day.,

   Life wasn’t done with you yet, you wrote jamb thrice and didn’t get admission. Jamb didn’t jam you oo, you just didn’t get admission. On the day of your Fourth post UTME, your grandpa gaze into your face and says “if you don’t make it this time, no school for you again”, so you go to sports centre after your exams and prayed in sorrowful tears, God heard you and you gained admission but the story didn’t end there.

 It was your set that the school management increased school fees and the shouts of ALUTA couldn’t restore it, so you were stranded again, you and your mother. After much efforts, you resume school two and half weeks later than your mates, you had no bed-space not to talk of a bed. You just had a sack of clothes and a bag of books, so you went back to sport again, to thank God for giving you admission asking him to give you provision to enjoy the admission
V.

 Today, all is but a scintillating tale, you are in your penultimate year and in a month time, you will be in your finals. You were the former public liaison officer and public relations officer of your department. You coordinate a group of sterling writers at Creative Writers niche, you manage one of the fast rising Social media Brands on Campus (OAUEVENTS) and you are a Campus Ambassador to the best FMCG producer in the world, Unilever Plc. You were the former Editor in Chief for your fellowship , now the academic secretary. You have a lovely mum who always root for you in prayers and a handsome brother who is flourishing in his own field. You are an award winning poet, a blossoming writer and you know this is just the beginning because as you keep serving God and trusting Him wholeheartedly, He will keep lifting you. Your Name is EMMANUEL FAITH and this is your story.

  PART TWO.

You can take a deep breathe now, lol. When you hear the stories of the likes of Sam Adeyemi and their background, you may almost think they are telling fables, trust me, they are not. No matter what your growing up looked like, whether dysfunctional or normal, single paremt, divorced or balanced home, NEVER LET YOUR BACKGROUND PUT YOU ON THE GROUND

 So today I will be celebrating some special kind off friends. I recently read an article that talked about the fact that real and long term friendship is disappearing thanks to the infiltration of social media, well I can debunk that.

   I will be mentioning their names and putting in bracket how long we’ve been friends. That’s childish I know, but It’s my birthday so permit me.

 My shout out to . Adebunmi Emmanuel(10 years), Oladejo Omobolanle (8years)  Fowe Oluwatomidimu Ewaoluwa (7years) Chinyere Dorathy Chima, Olanipekun Lolade. Aramide Bakare, Wunmi Sodimu , Abisoye Osifeko and Kolapo Ayobayo( 6 years) and plenty five years old friends…

     So I have two pet projects God laid in my heart to do, and trust me, team work makes dream work so I will be needing everyone’s help, the details will be shared later.

  Thank you very much in advance for all the birthday wishes, those that I have received and I will still receive, happy birthday to me and to all of my birthday mates, Adigun Esther, Morakinyo Toluwani, Omonitan Funmilayo and people I don’t know……many happy returns.

  I know you missed my blog cause I did too, April will be amazing, just like January,I will do a book review, movie review and a poem and an article…till then, No matter the state you are, never give up on yourself, brighter days lies ahead. I love you, but God loves you more…….. stay joyful.