I believe in Miracles

Even if I am yet to witness events such as seeing the lame walk or the blind seeing, the little events that happen around me are still enough to make me believe in miracles. Is it the joy I feel when I am very broke and I happen to wear a particular cloth in which I had forgotten some very cool cash or the days I decide to shame the devil and the spirit of greed and give out the little I have to someone whom I think needs it more than I do and thereafter receive money from someone or in a way I least expect. Okies, I know...life isnt all about money....it is the root of all evil.....my bad!

But when I say I believe in miracles, I am looking beyond monetary gains....I am talking about divine intervention in the way you least expect. Life is really not fair....that has been established a long time ago but have you ever wondered why when you slave or sweat so hard for somethings sometimes, you may not get them but when you really do not care and just trust in the Almighty and go about life in an easy way.....things just get done. I will relate this to the story of my scholarship for my studies in France. I still look back at the whole event and either marvel or pinch myself if it is all real or just a dream.


I updated my BB profile a while ago that it all started with an email on the 24th of January 2011 but after looking through the series of e-mails between hubby and I, and showing my gratitude to God with tears of course!. I remembered that it actually did not start with that e-mail. I recollect vividly that I had a 3 month old baby at the time, was struggling to adapt to life as a working mom in Lagos and got invited for a test because hubby had submitted an application for me while I was nursing our baby. God bless him! So here I was, I had not read any book in a long time except 'every woman' and newsletter from baby center on how to take care of babies and I was being called to write a recruitment test. My first reaction was, there is no way I am going to write that test and make a fool of myself. Luckily or unluckily, hubby was also invited for the same test which was out of Lagos so we also had to consider the effect of both travelling for the test on our already strained savings. But there was this little voice in my head, that kept saying, just go for the test!

Well, he wrote his test a day before mine and also convinced me to go. Thanks to my sister in law- Sis Peju Bassey and my darling friend - Ife Ibitokun, I had my baby looked after and a place to stay. I booked my ticket for the test a night before......you can imagine the cost! So I wrote the test, it was fair but I did not know the anwsers to some questions in the skills test. One because I was not experienced in the subject area and two because I did not have the time to study. And when I mean I did not  know the answer, I mean I did not attempt the questions, I left the spaces blank.  I laughed at myself after the test and told myself that anyone marking my script will know that I have no training whatsoever in this area.

Immediately after the test, I moved on because it was glaring that there was no way I was going to pass the skills test even if the aptitute test was ok. But I did something, which was ask God, why did that little voice tell me to go for that test, when I already knew I was not prepared. I listed all that I had to do in order to go for the test and asked God, why? But funnily enough, I did not cry....quite unlike me though. So when I got my e-mail a month later, stating that I was not proceeding to the next level, I shrugged and felt like I had something to prove and stated with my ignorant mind...."I said it before". So imagine how hard my heart almost popped out of my chest when 6 months later I received an email recommending me for a scholarship based on my performance in the test! Of course, I initially thought it was a scam, until hubby confirmed the address. The rest is history.

I recently told a colleague of mine- Tope Oluwole that in all honesty, I prefered the scholarship program which has improved my knowledge and exposure and better equipped me to get a good job- the little voice says so!.....#straight face#

Although something kept holding me back to share this, but that little voice which I have learnt to listen to kept saying, tell everyone what I did for you......they need to hear it so that they can listen to me. This I have done.