No EXcuseS

“You may not be able to change your past but your future has no right to take you by surprise”

I’m not really much of a story teller but i’m gonna share this anyway.

The UME results had just been released and like thousands of others, Mark had hurried to the notice board to see if his name was on it. In those days, admission lists were placed on the school’s board and not online as we have today. “YES!” he screamed, as he found his name on the list. His joy was however shortlived as he traced it to…

Oh! Bummer… I’m not one for story telling so i’m just gonna summarise this best i can.

So there was this guy named Mark who got admitted to study Industrial Maths at Uniben. Like most of us, he applied for Engineering but the school ‘gave him’ Industrial maths. Have you ever complained about your course of study? You have, yeah? Notice that you were ‘OFFERED’ admission? Which means you could have declined. Yes? Moving on…So Mark gets into school and adapts nicely. Allow me say here that Mark was quite the intelligent fellow, just got back from the UK where he had his primary and part of his secondary education.
Dude was also blessed with looks that could make the Grinch green with envy (very few people will get this). As a result, the ladies jostled for a piece of his heart, wallet or whatever they could take.
As days turned to months and months to semesters and sessions, Mark observed that his grades were not matching the standard of his brain. You know how you see some grades and you know that even if you were blind, deaf, dumb and stupid, you still wouldn’t make those scores? Well yeah. This was 300 level and Mark was scoring fantastic marks like 4/100, 12/100 (applause anyone?)

He was listed among the students on probation and thus repeated the year. Homie decided to dig deep and unearth the mystery behind the scores while wondering what went wrong. Apparently, it turned out he was ‘liking’ some chic a lecturer had his eyes on and oga lecturer was ready to make his life a living hell. If you are familiar with the Math dept of UNIBEN, you’ll know its tagged the most corrupt dept. Long story short though, in his semi-final year, Mark was ADVISED TO WITHDRAW. His years in uniben (5 yrs.4 + ASUU Strike) were over.

Out of school no degree, nothing to show, Mark returns home and rather than scold him, his folks seek a way forward. He just had to write Jamb again. His younger Sister had just finished school while his younger bro was in his first year in the university. Everyone seemed to be progressing while Mark was, well…retrogressing. Mark was stubborn though, he couldn’t picture himself starting all over again. He decided to go job hunting. Funny ba? I know..lol. Time was passing and no job, no nothing. His sis had completed her NYSC and was employed by a bank. Mark’s days constituted of washing his parent’s cars and keeping the house tidy. Some job you would say huh? It wasn’t long before frustration set in and Mark began to engage in vices.
He tried smoking cigarettes and “illegal substances” but quickly realised he was allergic to smoke.
He tried drinking and soon discovered that he had a sweet tooth and most alcoholic beverages taste bitter.
Finally, he tried women and realised that that was a capital intensive project and since he lacked capital, it wasn’t gonna be sustainable so he ended it.

One fine day, Mark’s younger sister visits the house with her brand new car and mark was asked to “pray for it” Mark prayed for his sister with all the love his aching heart could muster and wished her well. When it was over, he begged to be excused, walked to his bedroom, locked the door, lay down on the floor and begun to cry. The days became harder as Mark was now saddled with the extra responsibility of washing his sister’s car whenever she came home for the weekends. She would give him some pocket money when she was leaving, 5k. Then it started to drop 3k..2k…1k…No k.

Six years after writing the UME exam for the first time, Mark sat to write it again aged 26. Little wonder when the results were out, he’d scored 247. He was admitted to study Business Admin at Madonna University. Let me skip the entire gist and tell you that after 7 months at Alcatraz, Sorry Madonna, Mark packed up his things and left. A school for kids with all those rules, baby cultists and small girls asking him to be their boyfriend was definitely not his lot. You might be expecting me to tell you how Mark went to some church, held up cardboard paper and his life did a 360 pretty swiftly but nah..no such tale here.

After dropping out of school for the second time (this time his choice) Mark’s folks left him to himself. He applied for and got a job at his church as his Pastor’s PA. You know how they say when all else fails run to God? Yeah.. after a while , Mark met a man that would change the course of his life.

That man’s name was Fela. Not the musician you nitwits. Fela Durotoye.

“if a window of opportunity presents itself, don’t pull down the shade”

With God’s leading, FD ‘sensed’ they had a stuff to do together and Mark joined his company. His folks couldn’t understand it ‘cos he wasn’t even going to get paid. Years on, no degrees and shii, taking the opportunities that came his way, Mark rose to become the Head of Consulting of the company. Today, aged 32 he is the CEO of his own. All this happened just 6 years ago.
Cool story, yes? Thank you. Thank you.

True story too. All the characters are real.

Mark is my brother SteveHARRIS and this; all this is to invite you to his conference “NO EXCUSES” where he will be sharing some important points on how you can also turn your disability to ability.
Hey! Fear not, its not that motivational mumbo jumbo, “fire your desire to acquire you perspire” type stuff. Its real stuff right here. Also featuring and sharing are Victor ‘Sanchez’ Aghahowa (yup! That homie that wrote “The Bachelors, writes for Tinsel and sang Pick it up”) and Omalicha (of Rhythm 93.7).

So its NO EXCUSES: Saturday Dec 10th @ Grand Villa Hotel. Shonibare Estate. Maryland. Lagos. 10am. Gate fee: N1000. Tickets available at the venue. See you there!

“its not what you have that limits you, its what you have but don’t know how to use”

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15 thoughts on “No EXcuseS

  1. Wow….you just made a nigga cry yo!….*commits hara-kiri*…

    But seriously, this post was really touching, i totally relate to it maybe cos i’m a university fresher myself (i hate that word) and i’ve had several of my ‘more older’ course-mates share their rather challenging stories with me…:(
    If only to see Omalicha Live…i’ll make the event!:)

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  2. Fire your desire to acuire ur pespire????? But Kelvin ogini kwanu? Lmaoooooo. If I’m free on that day, I would really love to attend. If not for anything to listen to ur brother’s MEGA sexy accent and his awesomely cute face!
    See as I dey dream of married man. ^_^ *sigh* it is well.

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  3. wow, Kevin this is a very touching and inspiring article… Same thing happened to my elder bro, 8years on a 4year course-ASUU strikes inclusive and was asked to withdraw cos of missing courseforms…he retook JAMB and is in his Final year in UNICAL… There is hope… More power to you dear

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  4. I hope I would be in Lagos on that day, I’ll definitely attend.. Plus the place is not far from my house..

    Besides,something worth Kelvin ‘getting serious’ over is worth attendin’.. ¯\..(•͡.̮ •͡ )../¯

    Touchin’ Story…. And YES!! I had the last comment here! 😀

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