"Recently, a friend asked if she could share my number with someone who wanted to add me to a WhatsApp group of my undergraduate classmates. My response was an emphatic 'no.' I've long moved on from that chapter of my life and can barely recall half of my classmates.
That moment transported me back to the day my advanced level results were released during my S.6 vacation. I was devastated by not getting the grades I wanted and cried uncontrollably, as if mourning a loved one. My family left me alone, and I was inconsolable, eventually crying myself to sleep. The next morning, my swollen eyes met my dad's concerned gaze as he entered my room. I expressed my disbelief, especially with my physics results. He promised to have my papers remarked, and true to his word, he followed through. However, the results remained unchanged. On the day he shared the news, he sat with me and encouraged me to pursue the course I was given, emphasizing that it would be a stepping stone to greater things. I reluctantly went to university, hated the course, but worked hard to pass and earn my degree. It ultimately opened doors for me, and the rest is history.
As I reflect on this journey on this 23rd day of May 2024, I still deeply miss you, dear Baaba. There's so much I wish we could discuss, soooo much! I love you, continue resting in peace our dearest."
