Hang On, Succour Is Near.

Written by Idede Oseyande

Hang on, Succour Is Near!

Yesterday I took ‘my son’ to a new school. While I thought he might be demoted considering his academic background, he, however, performed above the ‘demotion level’, and so was admitted into his new class, SS1. But that is not the story.

In 2017, I started teen mentorship in secondary schools. Iuleha Grammar School, Okpuje, being the closest to my place of work back then, was my first point of call. In the second week of the mentorship class, I made a promise to buy the school bag, notebooks, mathematical sets, and textbooks for the major subjects, for anyone that can top the class for three straight terms.

The promise was made around January 2017 to the students in JSS1. Then I asked who toped the class the previous term? They all pointed to a particular boy. He was looking small with yellow eyes. I told him to keep it up, as he was the only one qualified to compete for the prize.

To cut the long story short. In September that same year, I went back to inquire if he made it. Of course, he did. I kept to my promise and got him the items, including a copy of my book, #What_Is_Left_Of_What_Is_Right?.

A year later, I left that community!

On the day of the Presidential elections earlier this year, I got a call from an unknown number. Thinking it was one of those guys that want to talk about the elections, I picked it up with so much excitement. Alas, I was perplexed when I found out that the caller was that small boy back in my former work location. His elder brother that had been responsible for his education had died.

With the emphasis on ‘#the_person_in_charge_of_my_education’, I felt a burden. I consoled him and ended the call. But from that day, I just had the burden that the task is now on me. Why? I still can’t tell.

Some months later, he called again to tell me about his forthcoming enrolment for Junior school certificate examination. I turned him down, but my conscience kept adding it to my budget. Each time I am drawing up what I needed money for, the boy’s enrolment fee keeps popping up in my mind. I later sent it through my former pastor, and also begged him to help me verify the character of the boy. The results were positive.

When I told my pastor that I was thinking of moving the boy to the city, to give him better opportunities via a sound education, he could not hold his joy. Even before I got clearance from the President of the Senate (my wife), the pastor had already told the boy’s mother.

I travelled to see the mother and to seek her permission. She could not hold her joy. She used prayers upon prayers to grant me permission to take the boy.

So yesterday, I asked the boy, ‘that afternoon that I came to your class to talk to you guys, did you ever imagine that a day like this will come? A day that you will be taken from the village to the city, enrolled in a private school, and with all your books ready instantly? He said No!

He said he still could not believe his luck.

I told him that is a life lesson for him. He should never give up in life.

Succour will come from places we least expect.

I hope this inspires you!

Hang on!

Don’t let depression take over your resilience.

Suicide is not an option, Neither is #drugs nor #Crime!

IDEDE Oseyande
Social Watcher, writes from Edo State

About the author

Idede Oseyande

IDEDE Oseyande, a graduate of the Federal University of Technology, Akure, is an unrepentant believer in the Nigeria project.
His concern for the actualisation of a prosperous nation and the continent, in general, is reflected in his written works.

He currently runs an online advocacy platform ( where he engages the government and the people.

Among his published works are 'What is Left of What is Right?', 'The Portrait of a Revolutionary Leader' and 'Warri No Dey Carry Last'.

He is a guest writer for several blogs and his Attitudinal and Behavioral Coaching classes has transformed many lives.


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