Remember when we asked you to send in essays discussing how 2018 was for you? Because, you know, writing can be the best therapy. And sharing your joy and pain and all the emotions you’ve felt through the year can only be a good thing.
Elvis’ year came with both the good and the bad, wins and losses, and the disappointments that actually turn out to be blessings in disguise.
2018 started on a regular note for me. As I was in my finals at the university, I must admit that I could not wait for the year to go halfway (anyone who has been in that situation will understand).
The pressure to come out with good grades, the pressure of project work, having a project supervisor who wasn’t ever available to look at my work, all of these turned an already slim person to a stick (that’s myself). It was so bad that a course mate publicly embarrassed me, shouting, “Jesus! Are you eating at all?” If the ground didn’t swallow me that day, I don’t think it ever will.
Well, July came by. I wrote my final exams. My project was a great success cause I made an A! Gosh, I was so elated I almost went mad; at least that A guaranteed my 2.1.
School life was over and I returned home with great expectations. I thought of how I would get a job, how I would start making my money, how I would finally be independent. Well, all of that didn’t happen. Dad said he wanted me to have a good knowledge of the computer so I had to go to a computer training school still dependent on mum and dad’s money (very disappointing). But then I have always been the good kid, so I had to obey and forget all my dreams of total independence. Well after 3 months, I must admit that heeding to dad’s advice was best for me, as I can now say I am completely ready for the labour market.
December came and I thought the year was finally over. There couldn’t be any more drama. I guess the devil laughed real hard at my face. I got a call at midnight from my eldest sister saying that her husband had been kidnapped. I can’t describe exactly how I felt at that moment, but I think that was my worst night ever. The next two days were hell for me, and I could only imagine how my sister felt. Well, our God made us have the last laugh, as he was released on the third day, and I knew joy again
In summary, 2018 has taught me just one vital lesson, and it is: to take life one day at a time. Things will most definitely fall in place with my big God on my side.
Read up on previous editions of BN 2018 Epilogues here and send in your essays to features(at)bellanaija(dot)com. Let us know all the twists and turns and successes 2018 came with. Send your mail with the title “2018 Epilogues.”