Harvest
Towards the end of 2018, while in service, God impressed in my heart that the following year would be my season of harvest. It would be a season where seeds sown over the years would manifest. I immediately thought this was his way of telling me I’d passed my final year and would graduate as I was anxiously awaiting my results. But that was just one seed. Of course I was elated to finally graduate with my honors in May this year as that was a seed that had been underground for seven whole years. After my bachelors, I took a year off to save some money so I could apply for my honors the following year. I did that, but all that money went to waste because I quit mid-year. I wasted another year gathering the pieces of my academic self-confidence then applied again. It was three long years with a major operation in the second and complete abandonment by my research supervisor and the library in the third. I completed my qualification with distinction, which is something I tried so