Chapter 1
Chapter 1: The Starting Point
Some people say karma is real and it always finds its way back into any situation. Hmm, that's the case of Sandra Agunbiade and me.
Forgive my manners; my name is Daisy Williams, the seventeen-year-old daughter of Senator Williams and Biola Williams. I grew up in a God-fearing Christian home. My parents ensured I adhered to all Christian rules and doctrines. Graduating from high school with good results made my parents proud.
I gained admission to the prestigious University of Ibadan, my dream school. Being born into a privileged family, my parents arranged my accommodation, school materials, and other necessities to ensure my comfort.
The day finally arrived. As I prepared to leave, my Christian parents offered advice. "Daisy, my darling," my mother said, "you are the pride of this family, the apple of our eyes. Study hard and make us proud. Keep away from bad friends and boyfriends, respect your lecturers and superiors, and remember who you are." She turned to my father. "My husband, do you have anything to say?" My dad cleared his throat. "Daisy, my dear, you heard everything your mother said. Make hay while the sun shines and don't disappoint your family. Make us proud, and my daughter, may God be with you." "Amen!" I responded, hugging them tearfully. "Mum, Dad, thank you for everything. I will never disappoint you."
We set out for Ibadan. Gazing at the landscapes and wonders of nature excited me. I'd heard Ibadan's restaurants had the best local foods—"Hmm, local foods are the best! Wow!" I exclaimed. "Ibadan is beautiful, Mom!" My mom smiled. "It is indeed! I hope you enjoy your stay here."
After two hours, we arrived in Ibadan. The different sights made me wonder why I hadn't come sooner. The simplicity of life wowed me; everywhere was peaceful, and the community members and neighbors were friendly. I unloaded my luggage into the rented apartment my parents secured for me. The neighbors were friendly and helpful. After moving in, my parents prayed for me and the apartment, then I saw them off. It was an emotional moment; separating from my parents felt lonely. I went into the kitchen, cooked yam and stew, and settled down to prepare for my first day at school. Ahh, thinking about it made me nervous. After watching a movie or two, I drifted off to sleep.
The alarm woke me at 6:00 a.m. Since it was my first day, I had to prepare early. After a short prayer and getting ready, I sipped hot tea and ate bread for breakfast. I prayed silently for God's guidance and protection, but the nervousness persisted.
I took a cab to school and met various freshers. Remembering my parents' warnings, I kept a straight face and didn't communicate with anyone until it was time for the faculty professor to sign our forms. Getting to the line, I bumped into a humble, elegant-looking lady. "Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to bump into you," I said, helping her pick up her things. She smiled. "It's fine; everyone makes mistakes." I was touched by her kindness. After apologizing again and receiving her thanks, I was about to leave when she called me back. "Excuse me, miss, can I know your name?" I replied, "Daisy Williams, and yours?" "Sandra Agunbiade. Nice meeting you!" she said, and we parted ways.
After the signing of forms, briefings, and other activities, I headed home in a cab, feeling stressed and tired. I showered and ordered takeout; I was too tired to cook. I began reading some of the topics covered in the lectures, and suddenly my mind drifted to Sandra. I smiled. "She's really humble and harmless!" I said to myself. Because of my parents' warnings about friends, I waved it off and continued reading.
Waking up at dawn reminded me I had three lectures to attend. I prepared myself and, after breakfast and a prayer for protection, wisdom, and knowledge, I set off to school at 7:30 a.m. in a cab. you must be wondering why the daughter of a senator takes a cab instead of her own car well I believe being humble pays more than showing off. At school, I met Sandra, and it turned out we were in the same faculty. "Hi, Daisy," she said. "Hi, Sandra. How are you?" "I'm fine, and you?" "Doing good. Turns out we're in the same faculty," she said, and I smiled. "God is indeed wonderful! Classes are about to start! Shall we?" she asked. "Yes, let's go!"
After lectures, Sandra and I exchanged contacts and became friends. Little did I know that was the turning point in my life.
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