Roll Call.

Attending a Nigerian "primary" school, I got accustomed to the daily routine of teachers calling out everyone on the attendance list as we each replied "present sir/ma". On days when we were absent, we got punished the next day if we did not have excuses to be absent. Luckily, I do not get punished for not attending to this space.

March is almost over, and graduation is right by the corner. May 5th is the day I become a "graduate" (whatever that word honestly means). Does that mean I should know everything I was taught the past 3/4 years ago? Does it mean I am now "grown"? Or is it plainly the promotion out of the building I created memories in the recent bit of my life?

Whatever the word means, I stay grateful for the strength and courage it took me to go through the years. Times when there was screaming, crying, leaps of joy, allergic and stress-induced reactions amidst an ocean of emotions, God taught me that I had to endure the storms to honestly appreciate the rainbows.
God taught me humility.
He taught me patience.
He taught me to taste my words before I spit them out.
He taught me to laugh when tears made more sense.
He taught me to wait.
He taught me that there will be days like those.
He told me He will walk by me.
He told me He will carry me when my strenght was gone.
He showed me love, and how to love.

It feels good to be back. I'm happy in the space and place I'm in mentally.

Random tip: Not everything will make sense in life. Don't even try to understand it. Place it and rest your understanding on the fact that God sees it ALL, and everything will work out in time.

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