The holiday season is always one that has everyone on a lookout and I'm no different. However, given the magnitude of work that usually awaits me, I must confess that a bit of dread sneaks into all that excitement and this holiday season is no different.
Finally made it back home after 5 months and my mum keeps reminding my twin and I how the house needs cleaning including weeding the environs of the home. One duty I do not look forward to.
When we did get around to it, we both decided it's best to do all the heavy work last week so we could focus on resting in the new week. I remember how after weeding, I stood back to enjoy how beautiful the work we did looked.
Be reminded that where I learnt how to weed was in boarding school where we were usually given large portions to weed and sweep. Of course, you couldn't do a haphazard job or you would be made to re-do it when others were resting.
That training I must confess made us do nothing less than an excellent job whenever we had to weed. It's no wonder my Mum is always quick to say, "God bless you" given how excellent the work done blows her mind. The before and after are always a huge contrast.
This also reminds me of one of my favourite high school teacher, Miss Funmi though she is a Mrs now. She started teaching us economics in Ss1, that is Senior Secondary 1. One thing was peculiar with Miss Funmi in that she could dictate a 3 line worth of note in one breath and continue same in the next breath.
She wouldn't pause or if she did no longer than a few seconds and she'd continue again. Honestly, my handwriting then was abominable because my goal was to get the note and not necessarily with a fine handwriting.
You know the painful part? she'd still mark the notes immediately after the class and if there were any missing spaces, a knock might come.
I still remember going through Michael Dennar's notes to fill in the gaps in my notes and vice versa. It really was a wonderful time, lol.
Now I'm in the university and in all my four years I've encountered lecturers just like Miss Funmi, though not as intense as her. I didn't realise it then but Miss Funmi actually equipped me to survive this phase. I noticed that a lot of the time, my coursemates around would peer into my note because they couldn't meet up with the lecturer's dictations.
Not just that. Even during exams, I would find that I wrote really fast and this came in handy especially in those courses where we're never given enough time. Out of 100, 95 times I've finished sometimes an hour and other times 30 mins before the allotted time. Infact, if you catch me doodling on my question paper, it's usually because I'm done and just passing time.
I realised that if Miss Funmi had not done what she did, I likely may be full of incomplete notes or suffer not completing a lot of my exams.
I just want you to understand that whether it looks like it or not, everything, every experience, every lesson, every skill, all of it is for an expected end.
Look at David, encountered a lion and a bear and fought them instead of running away. Not knowing that it was preparation for Fighting Goliath. A shepherd boy leading sheep not knowing that one day he would be leading men. Its no wonder it was said, "Saul with his thousand but David with his tens of thousands."
As the year draws to a close, I just want to remind you that every experience, every mistake, every flaw and victory is all for an expected end. So that you too like David can slay your tens of thousands in the coming year.
It's all coming together for your good!
Its all yielding an expected end for you!