I’m so stressed, I can’t even put it in words, struggling around not having my mastercard and now having to deal with good essay dilemmas ::: GOOD PROBLEMS, TIRED GIRL… #STRONG
I am finally at the other side of the computer, where the emails from candidates go.
It’s been two months since the campaign for the SHIP pilot scholarship ended and a month since the last submission we received.
This delay is due, in part, to all the stress I have had to go through since the 30th of April, in my life, and in part, maybe 20 percent, to school work.
I am extremely fatigued. My friends who I esteemed to be more than worthy to be judges for the essay did not fail me, I was mostly impressed by my married friend who has two kids,yet she put in all this diligence and time into marking the submissions I sent to her and she also sent remarks and voice notes commending the best and commenting on all of them , literally all. Girl Power!!! We’ll discuss that later 🙂
Another friend of mine, whom I have not been in touch with but admired from afar online was contacted and she instantly replied, it made me feel so much joy, all the judges, including the lecturer among them, completely surprised me. All my friends did me proud and helped make this marking impartial, unbiased and I love them all.
The anonymous marking was effective, almost all the grades from the judges were about the same per criteron, but at some point, we had to break ties, and there goes the dilemma. Only one winner, and I remembered what my sisters told me before I put out the announcement:, “Make it two winners and split it 50-50” lol, I should have listened.
But I really want a student with passion and zeal for improvement in the country to be awarded with the N100,000. Nigeria hardly rewards smart students.
The money I put down was supposed to be a charity for a student, I just wanted to reach out and connect to a student from a low-income home and shower the person with love, saying, don’t stress, here, buy what you need and read without thinking too much about the next meal or hostel rent. But the problem was choosing who it would be given to, and that’s why the competition was lunched. A part of me wants to give something to all the winners, or at least 3, but everything comes back down to me not having my Mastercard. Don’t get me wrong, their money is ready, it has been ready in naira in Nigeria since before the call was advertised, but to put in more money, or to even make the promise, I need to be able to transfer money home, and I can’t do that for the same long story that has got me confused and running around catch 22 since the beginning of May.
We got good essays, there will be a telephone interview, I want to give it to a student who had a good essay and who needs the money because their parents can’t afford to pay their way through school. So, God help me. I’m going to pray. I am at that side of the computer where the emails go, I am the one the candidates are indirectly referring to when they pray to win, so let God’s will be done, and let the person whose destiny it is to win this, take it home, and when I do get my Mastercard back from Rome, I “MAY” have to assist any other student who was part of the competition and from a low income background with some money for the next session.
GOD HELP ME…HELP ME GET THROUGH THIS, THANK YOU FOR THE STRENGTH, THANK YOU FOR THE SUPPORT OF FRIENDS AND FAMILY AND HELP ME DO THE RIGHT THING. AMEN