At University, the Obafemi Awolowo University, ‘The Struggle Continues’ was a popular
refrain or slogan, depending on what side of the arena you sat. I had become interested in student's union
activities right from secondary school at the legendary King's College, Lagos
and pursued the interest into University.
I had always
fantasised about being a radical, I scribbled and carved pictures of myself on
desks and labelled myself 'Oje the Power'
or 'Oje the Pirate' with an eye patch
shrouding my eye for revolutionary effect, but the reality when I was
temporarily rusticated (but reinstated) from University did not exactly match
the parameters of my fantasy. The label was to fade away with time to be
replaced with that of 'Panaf'.
My twin was extremely
concerned about my 'militant tendencies'
and her response to my rustication was to break down in tears. My twin never
cried for she was as hard as boots, so to shed a tear means how much we meant
to each other.
Today's gym session
was filled with sadness and I shed a tear or two, it is hard, so so hard, but I
keep saying there is light at the end of the tunnel, I know there is, because
my redeemer lives, for without that belief where will I turn to?
I am glad I finally
got my prayer newsletter off yesterday, it should be at least every quarter but
I have not written one for months, this is not good enough and I must do
better. I travel to meet with other co-directors of Friends International
tomorrow and from the meeting, travel out abroad for a few days.
I am so far short
from the man I should be in every department or area, but I know with God's
help, the struggle does not just continue but Victoria Acerta, ad infinitum!
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