Things wey my daddy don do for me and still Dey do , sometimes I go just Dey inside my room Dey tell myself I gazz pay this broski back in folds , God abeg help me 🙏
After I passed my second OAU pre-degree entrance exam, reality hit my parents hard that the tuition fee wasn’t something they could even afford. Resumption was close, and the money still wasn’t complete. At that point, I was already discouraged.
But somehow, they pulled through. After they took loans here and there, I eventually paid, and resumed. The kind of hunger that dealt with me throughout that pre-degree year… let me not even go into that.
After I finished and passed, I went back home and continued hustling, not really knowing what next would look like.
Unknown to me, my parents had learnt from the experience of that struggle to pay my pre degree tuition fees.
Fast forward to when I gained admission into OAU for my undergraduate program (MCB) and it was time to pay fees, my dad called me into the room. Then he brought out some old, dusty notes.
This man had been saving little by little, right from when I finished pre-degree, preparing ahead for my university fees.
He explained it and told me I must not let them down… I couldn’t hold it. Tears just dropped. That was the day it really sank in, I cannot afford to mess this up.
I’m sharing this today because it’s my dad’s birthday.
Say a prayer for him for me… that man don too try. 🙏🏾
Mo lọ, mo bọ, mi ò b’ọmọ jẹ
Final results are out, and Medical school is now a thing of the past.
I introduce to you, First of his name;
DR. OMOBORIOWO DAMILOLA ISAAC (https://t.co/ISqmOE1F8D.B IFE)