The Path Of Life, The Journey Of Living

GOING TO THE HIGHER INSTITUTION

I gained admission into Owo Polytechnic in Ondo State initially

and I was to pay N70 (Seventy Naira only) as deposit of the school

fees then.

I resigned my appointment with the National Library as a result.

My colleagues at the National Library were even making jest of me

(may be out of envy) knowing the caliber of uncles I had, saying

“you don't have problems, your uncles are there”.

Recall, one of my paternal uncles has said that my father had

handed me over to him while my father was still alive. I didn't

know that I was exaggerating his statement, as I was to later find

out.

In confidence, I went to see him one night, some days to my

resumption in the school. In fact, I got the shock of my life when

my uncle responded that “are you expecting me to pay the

money?”.

Initially, I thought it was a joke, but it later turned out to be

transparent reality. I could not cry, yet I was enveloped with rage. I

retired into the long couch in the sitting room that happened to be

my bed.

The wife came to me to ask for the outcome and I told her (we

happened to be very close). She went back into her room, maybe to

go talk to her husband or think of what to do, I could not actually

say. When she came back, she asked me for the money she had kept

with me. In my rage, I quickly remembered the paltry sum of N30

which I had kept in one of my old, condemned suit. It had been

long since she gave it to me for safe keeping, and so, I had even

forgotten about it.

to withstand the storm, fighting the good fight of faith, that
tomorrow surely would be good, that I cannot kill myself. I Tim.
6:12.

Not long after, I eventually received my letter of employment and I
resumed duty with a paltry monthly salary of N480 (less tax). That
was the 1st of June, 1987 (1/6/87), while my daughter's birthday was
on the 1st of July. I never knew that while I was seeking for a job, my
wife had actually been praying that I should not get the LSBC job
simply because she did not like my mode of dressing (casual) to
work. She was, however very grateful to God when I finally got the
job with the computer firm. That was when she actually disclosed
her secret prayers to me.

Before the birth of our first child, there had been prophecies that we
should not try to prevent any pregnancy. My mother was full of
praises to God when she came for the customary assignment (to take
care of the child, especially being a first child). She asked us if we
had been indebted in any way, but we said no because we had been
surviving on my wife's paltry salary. It was even worse when she
was on maternity leave because, due to the organization's policy, she
had to be on half salary.

All glory to God, He did see us through our first hurdle. God kept us
in Ikorodu from thence till the latter part of 1990 when we had to
leave Ikorodu to Ketu (Ikosi) axis.

RELOCATING FROM IKORODU TO IKOSI

Our relocation from Ikorodu was not planned, it was spontaneous.
We were still settling down after what we had gone through before I
could get a job. Some months into my job, I was sent on training to
Belgium and I returned after a month. It was not quite long after I