Heartbreak is the only thing that can turn you to an award winning mathematician even if you are very poor at calculations.
The last time I was heartbroken, I counted a bucket of rice and memorized the number of times that green cars passed through Agbowo/Ojoo express way. That day, I counted 389 cars and they were all Ibadan Taxi men moving up and down in search of passengers.
What broke my heart was not even a man’s matter. It was an election that I lost while in 200 level. It would have been better if the election was for a juicy position like SUG President, Gen secretary or even Vice President oooo. The election was carried out by my departmental people to decide who will represent them at the Faculty Legislative level.
Before they showed me Cameroon pepper, I had one half baked interest in politics and used to think I was an area mother or controller general of politically inclined people.
The day before the election that broke my heart, I went around different hostels where my classmates stay to canvass for votes and solicit for support. Almost all my course mates promised to be at my back and join me to win my opponent flawlessly. I believed them and felt so confident of victory.
That night, I had very sweet dreams that even involved being crowned as the Senate President of Nigeria. I was already checking and memorizing all the terminology and big grammar they speak during a legislative sitting.
On the day of the election, I dressed well like an area Mama and was just waiting to be announced as the winner unopposed. When it was time for the voting, my opponent and I were asked to face the back so we wont know who voted for us or against us. The class rep asked everyone to cast their votes upon the papers and choose their representative for the FLC (Faculty Legislative Council). I was so sure eheeeeeen….
I only felt like entering the ground when they started collating the result. Only three people in that whole class voted for me. My opponent had up to 100 votes and was declared as the unopposed winner.
When they asked my opponents and I to shake hands after the whole thing, I was swollen like a bread they dipped in hot water. My heart was broken to almost a zillion pieces and everyone turned to Judas Ischariot in my eyes.
It took me about two years for me to even talk about it with anyone. I was so heartbroken and felt like everyone just decided to play on my intelligence. That election should never have held, I didn’t compete favourably at all. I just went to drag my area Mama ambition inside mud.
If you are going through any form of heartbreak right now, I am sending you love, light and plenty hugs. I pray you come out of the experience like a gold purified with fire.
I love you bajestically🥰🥰🥰🥰