Footprints of the young learner

2014, an academic breakthrough; Story by Ernest Kumi, a Ghanaian citizen.

The HeartBreak

When I completed Junior high school, my expectations to get enrolled in the school of my choice were strong and high that I felt deeply disappointed when my results came out and I could not make it to Adidasel college - narrates Ernest Kumi.

At that particular moment, I knew God was my only help and through Him, I could get into the school that I so much desired. 

For days, I stayed home, days turned into weeks and weeks into months. All hope seemed lost, I was getting fed up, and I hated the feeling.

The Antidote

 I decided to speak to an uncle; a lecturer at Methodist university about my failed plans. He quickly spoke to his friend, the headmaster of the senior high school and fortunately enough, everything was a Success. I got a placement.

Preparing for School

When the time came to get into school, together with mum and Andrew, a family friend with whom we shared the same compound, we embarked on the journey to pay for our admission fees. I was excited to go to the same school as Andrew.

First Day, Everything New

I walked on the school campus in white and brown khaki trousers. I was a first-year student and I refused to tack in, but a tall slim senior teacher instructed me to do so. I didn't object, I did so being that it was my first year I did not want to portray myself as big-headed. My mother  scolded me for such improper dressing, hmm

As we got closer to the administrative premises, we were directed to Mr. Offosu Hene's office, the assistant headmaster. 

He admired me a lot and mentioned my name repeatedly more than eight times despite going ahead to tell me right in front of my mum that the science class was full and thus I should opt for the business course. More heartbreak. says, Ernest

Disobeying Rules

After all, clearances were done, it was time for mum to leave. I loved sciences, It's what I wanted to pursue. So Andrew and I went ahead to join the science team for two weeks until when news reached the Principal's office that I had remained in a class I was never meant to be in.

What a Monday!

 Early Monday morning, Mr. Yeko, an old retired Navy cadet officer came to our class and sermoned four of us outside, he granted only three students permission to stay including Andrew, while for me, I was asked to return to the business class.  According to him, two brothers couldn't take on the same course. I tried speaking to him but he would not listen to me. Instead, he threatened me with a rod in his palm coupled with annoying insults. I still knew my last resort was God and took a week of fasting and prayers with our school pastor, Pastor Enoch. 

Refuge in Christian values

I grew up in a Christian home where fasting and prayers were the norms. I had hoped I would hear from God. The first afternoon prayers were held but I never heard from God. The second and third were all the same, but I kept my faith alive and continued fasting. 

In the afternoon of the fourth day, after a glorious heartwarming worship, pastor Enoch held the microphone and gave a prophesy pointing to me while saying "Sayest the lord, it's my plan for you to pursue business as a course". Whoosh, I exclaimed as I felt bubbles of joy gush out from my spirit. Indeed my spirit bore witness to the prophecy with excitement and gratefulness for the Lord's intervention.

Why this story captivated me?

Ernest's story reminds me so much of myself, during my freshman years at the University, I wanted to pursue journalism as a course but I was given Travel and Tourism at Makerere University Business School. During the first months in that class, I felt I did not belong, but God had a bigger purpose and plan.

Thank you Ernest for sharing, your story embodies so much compassion.