The only âTâ in Fathia stood for tired and any similar adjectives throughout Friday.
I slept early and I woke up tired and confused.
Your favorite small girl with a big God and big dreams waking up tired.
I could only carry out half of my morning routine because I had to sleep again. I still woke up tired!
The weather was not helping matters.
Weather for two, I and my bed!
All I wanted to do was to sleep in all day, however, I knew there was work for me to do, that Friday I had planned to attend a summit where the Future Minister Of Education, Steven Loya was coming to speak.
I managed to get draw my last strength to get dressed and leave my room for the venue of the summit because nothing was stopping me from seeing the Future Minister, not even fatigue.
I got shocked on my way.
Hereâs the thing, Friday is also the day for our physics practical. We were all grouped based on our faculty and the sequence we registered.
The practical stands for our continuous assessment, almost 30% or more, so yes itâs that important.
On my way to the summitâs venue, I started seeing familiar faces with lab coats and pink tags (my faculty ID card color).
After putting two and two together I realized that I was an hour, thirty minutes late for my physics practical.
The shock!
The weight of my current reality crashed on me like the way the âbootâ of that white bus at Sango garage in Ibadan crashed on my head about ten years ago.
Your favorite writer staring in 5G shock!
Reasoning the matter.
If I had given in to the excuse of Iâm tired, and I refused to leave my bed, thatâs how I would have missed 30% of the marks allocated for my practical course, making it more difficult to get an âAâ!
Apart from almost missing my practical that Friday, I achieved a milestone, I had published my first podcast episode and I was getting great reviews, however, it didnât feel great. I got a marketing offer too, but I didnât feel the joy.
The only thing I felt was fatigue!
But I showed up regardless to my best ability.
Why?
Day by day, my vision and future keep getting clearer and it does not look like itâs for a lady that will refuse to show up at any slight discomfort.
Yes, Iâm tired is a beautiful excuse, it has led some people to pay the price and receive the prize of giving up.
However, I have no business with that kind of price or prize!
For I live on a path of no excuses, I will show up regardless.
P.S. This newsletter has been due since Friday, I apologize itâs coming late.
Iâve been working on this since Friday, my fatigue unraveled now I have to deal with Artemether and Lumefantrine!
I hope you got to see the minister or you weighed your choices.
A or F?