Hello my names are Stephen blessed Nashack ,and I’m from plateau state (NIGERIA) i was introduced to blurt by @hossy and it’s a privilege to be here .
I am a student of Modibbo Adama university yola and I study graphic design ,wasn’t really my first choice but was still in-line with my passion, I use to be so passionate in architecture but in turn got placed in industrial design department (not a bad one).
I am the first child of my parent and also have four younger siblings which are very precious to be ,I have 3 girls and a younger brother, quite alright I can be stubborn but was still loved by my family , I dn’t grow up amongst people I can learn things from and when I mean things I mean life ,I had no elders to put me through life ,cause as a first child it was hard for me to pick up quick due to my environment but with time I realized I had to wake up for my self and be what I ought to be without the need of people, so at the age of 19 I was done with my secondary school but before that I use to work with my dad as a labor from the age of 9 to 19 ,while in secondary school I still do labor and hawk green leaves(vegetables) around the streets but my dad wanted better life for us so asked me to stop hawking and I focused on labor with him only .
So by the time I was 19 I had to think for my self and said if I was to work with my dad and me allowing him to train me to be like him I won’t be different so I made a choice to stop working with him and rather go
For something different,I was done with secondary school at 19 so I got my first working experience in a restaurant were we do outdoor catering and many others.
Also worked in a baking house were we make snacks like shawarma , burger and many others it was tough there so I thought about me going to school and not having a skill, by then I was 21yrs old , i spent two weeks in the baking house and left , I stayed at home for more than two months figuring out what step to take so I met a friend to my younger sister who has a barbing saloon and asked him if I could get a chance to learn from him ,he accepted and talked about payment of which I had none to pay but I promised him that I will
Be loyal to him of which I did and I became his favorite boy .
It was hard being an apprentice though cause I remember when I make a mistake my boss will ask me to kneel down under the sun with my hands up for 4 hours but it was nothing to me cause my mind was already made to get what I want (that is determination).
I got admitted that same year by that time I already learnt barbing for two months and I told my boss I need to go work somewhere else so I can get money for my school but it was late cause the admission came too early so I took my bags without any food ,just the transport my parents gave to me and I appreciate it and left for yola and since then ,life has begin with me , it has been tough but was never tired of grinding and holding on to God ,by his grace I’m getting closer and closer to my dreams and I see things working out for me .
When it comes to friends and getting attached to people is the list thing in my mind cause getting attached to people can me loose my own self ,memories hardly leave my brain ,I can think of moments for years , I remember when I was in junior secondary school FGC Kwali , I was kinda famous for a funny reason ,I use to hate boarding school cause I can be playful and me leaving home to another place I have never been was so scary to me , I was in that school for just my first semester and the school already knows me as cry cry boy , I can shade tears for a whole day because I just want to go home and I was having a principal called pinky as of then ,and she was like why do I need to do this to my parents and why I’m can’t I just stay calm and study I told her if I was better off at home I would have earn a lot of money but me being here Is like wasting a life time of which I was too young to say such out of my mouth .
I received lots of advice from different teachers and friends but I insisted I want to go home , no one answered me so I said if my parents won’t come take me home I’ll kill my self and this got to the principles ear so she got scared and called my parents immediately to come take me out of the school , that’s how I left the school but the anger from my dad didn’t let me see the home I have always wanted to see ,so he took me to the village and dumped me there ,I stayed for two weeks but by then phone wasn’t as common as now so I figured out a way to communicate to my parents that I am willing to stay and go to school but before then my village has this spiritual things my mum had scary feelings for and she was thinking something bad would happen to me so that alone helped the matter of me leaving the village and after wasting a year at home I decided to go back to my ex boarding school and started all over again .
I didn’t finish there cause of financial issues so I attended a day school at home by then I was already thinking and missing my friends but life had to move on you know.
I use to be scared off approaching any girl I like so in my new school they used it a fun thing on me but I had to learn after I got rejected by the first girl I had a crush on ,woah she was too pretty and brilliant, oh I wasn’t so brilliant I was average and I use to be there artist in the class so I thought me liking her would make sense and decided to try my luck but the words she said made me asked my self if I was even a human cause it was too harsh and sounded like she was referring to an animal and I just smiled and got home and cried , at the same time I was having a crush who use to like me but I didn’t pick interest in her like the one I liked ,on our cultural day in school she whispered to my ears telling me she likes my but the way I ignored her made her hates me till now but I wonder why cause I tried being friends with her but na na na wasn’t possible at all so we both moved on ,life is beautiful when you meet the right people and same time the right people can still mess you up.
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This is me in different years and God had been faithful to me .
