Bethel, you sef don try!

 In the quiet solitude of this late hour, as the clock strikes past 3 am, I find myself thinking.The room, my sanctuary for so many years, has become an intimate part of my existence. Its walls adorned with my hastily scribbled notes, a myriad of colored sticky notes, and a gallery of to-do lists that span across time immemorial. Among them, my affirmations stand tall, each word a testament to my unwavering determination. And then, there's the countdown, a reminder that the day of departure from the hallowed halls of the University of Benin draws near.

This room is not just my comfort zone; it's a cocoon of memories and dreams. Here, I steal glances at my notes, the culmination of years of hard work and dedication. As I boil water in the electric kettle for no apparent reason, I can't help but chuckle at the subtle victory of utilizing NEPA light to the fullest, a testament to the adaptability that life has taught me.

Outside, the rain falls, a gentle accompaniment to my thoughts. It's in moments like these that I question if I am truly prepared for my final exams, especially the enigma that is Biochemistry. The uncertainty of this transitional period weighs on me. I've grown accustomed to this pattern since 2018, and now, as I prepare to leave, it feels like I'm stepping into uncharted territory once again.

There's a wealth of stories from these past years, each one contributing to the tapestry of my life. I'll revisit them in due time, cherishing the memories and lessons they hold.

I recall the deliberation over what to inscribe on my sign-out shirt. "Metamorphosis" was a contender, symbolizing the transformation I've undergone. "As you can see, I am not dead" carried a hint of humor, a testament to resilience. But in the end, I settled on "The Francis Bethel," a unique declaration of my identity, one that distinguishes me in the vast world.

In the midst of this reflection, gratitude wells up within me. God's faithfulness, His guidance, and the people He placed in my life have been my pillars of strength. I've learned, unlearned, and relearned, evolving into a better version of myself. The growth has been tangible, a testament to the power of perseverance.

As I thank Jesus, my constant source of strength and guidance, I extend my gratitude to myself, to Bethel. I've persevered, gone the extra mile, and given my best. In moments of doubt, I've chosen to see the Father's love, to tarry and make sacrifices. These choices, though challenging, have shaped me into who I am today.

And today, I am profoundly grateful for the journey I've undertaken. I embrace the person I've become and eagerly anticipate the path God has laid out for me. I am proud of the growth, the resilience, and the unwavering faith that has brought me to this moment.

Bethel, "you sef don try"

I'm proud of you, B❤️