Its a story of how I beat the odds to get an education and achieve my goals in life.

Since I could not afford to stay at the campus hostels I found a small place a few kilometers from the campus for $25 a month. I decided to sleep in the backroom and transform the front room into a little shop. With my mum’s help I started selling fruits and salads to casual laborers in order to get rent and transport to the campus to attend classes.

A friend of mine mentioned to me about finding a scholarship. I thought it was a great idea and I began my search straight away. For weeks I tried various sources from newspaper advertisements to the internet and to organizations but without any success. So many prospective sponsors appreciated my grades but didn’t find it valuable to give scholarships for my kind of course. They all wished I could move to the science courses but I didn’t think sciences were for me and I had no interest in them anyway. I believed in my dream of becoming an accountant one day and I had faith that I would achieve it.

We cannot alter external things, nor shape other people to our liking, nor mould the world to our wishes but we can alter internal things, -our desires, passions, thoughts, – we can shape our liking to other people. I figured I can’t shape these people to like my choices; I just had to change my desires and passions. But deep down within me I could not bring myself to do that and so I turned down their science course offers.

One week to exam time, mama told me she was going to sell more land to pay my fees. I prayed like never before because I knew that the land is all she had left. She sold it anyway and gave me the money. I made my way to the bank hurriedly and just before I got there, I received a phone call from my sister. She excitedly informed me that I had been granted a scholarship by Indian Council for Cultural relations and I was expected in Delhi in two weeks time. I was overjoyed. I never made it to the bank. I rushed home and broke the news to mama and we cried together tears of joy.

Two days later I took the money I was going to use to pay my fees and used it to book my air ticket instead. I landed at Indra Ghandi airport on 30th June 2003 with only $25 cash. I didn’t even have enough for a hotel. A young Ugandan man was there to receive me. He had been sent by my sponsors. I borrowed from him all the money I needed for hostel and college enrolment and went ahead with my admissions process. I got admitted into Delhi University in the B. Commerce class and stayed in the best international hostel in the city. Later I paid him back from the refunds that my sponsors gave me. I got my first class degree 3 years down the road and today I practice what I love most, accounting.

In conclusion, you are the thinker of your thoughts and as such you are the maker of yourself and condition. Thought is casual and creative, and appears in your character and life in the form of results. There are no accidents in life. Both its harmonies and antagonisms are the responsive echoes of your thoughts. A man thinks, and his life appears. Believe in your self and believe in miracles because they do happen. But it all starts in the mind.

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