The healing potentials of time while going through a difficult situation.

Pain and struggle is no stranger to any human, we have all encountered it at some point. It no longer feels strange to us since it is an experience that has become a constant elements in a human life. Most times I wonder how we humans always find ways to get back on our feet despite going through a lot of difficulties and challenges in life. It almost feels like we are immune to pain but sadly we are not. There is a saying "If you live long enough you will forget how much it hurts". when you think about the pain you have felt in the past you would realise all you have is a memory of it, a scar or regret but never the full length of how it hurts when it happened.

The truth is, I have been through a lot of difficulties in my life, some are self inflicted while others are just life showing who is boss. speaking of self inflicted pain, I remember during my pursuit of higher national diploma in Mass communication at Moshood Abiola polytechnic, as a passionate student whose career is dictated by the desire of making a difference. I faced a situation When I had to choose between what was right and what I wanted. In most institution in Nigeria where you can study mass communication, you have to choose either print or broadcast.

My passion for broadcast related stuff is something I have discussed on multiple occasions on this platform but it was not just a passion, it was something that was backed up with experience. I did my ciwes and Industrial training in a broadcast station called Lagos traffic radio where I developed more interest in the field of broadcast. Gaining admission in Moshood Abiola polytechnic I had already made up my mind about choosing broadcast. I also had a friend who was my course mate during national diploma, we also encouraged me to choose broadcast.

After attending a couple of classes from both course I find myself facing a situation I never prepared for. The issue was that the lecturer in charge of lecturing print student was far better than the lecturer teaching broadcast student in a lot of ways. I once wrote an essay to appraise the lecture on my blog some months ago. I knew what I wanted was broadcast but it was so obvious that choosing print over broadcast at that moment was the best thing for me. So I kept on attending print classes for a couple weeks in HND 1 first semester to the extent I was chosen as the print student hoc due to my contribution in class. It felt good but I never felt comfortable with the decision I have made.

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After awhile I switched back to broadcast to satisfy my desire, I remember being called by the print lecturer to ask me about why I made such a decision, I explained to him. His reply was strange, he smiled and said "you should have stayed if only you knew better" but his opinion never mattered to me, I felt like he was probably trying make me regret my decision.

Just a couple of broadcast class I attended I knew there was a clear difference between heaven and hell. When I said the print lecturer was far better that the broadcast lecturer you probably think I was talking about their teaching techniques only but it was more than that. Have you ever seen a lecturer that rain curses on students for not buying his textbooks? A lecturer that threatens to fail who ever refused to buy his textbooks? A lecturer that feel joyful whenever he fails his students? A lecturer that claims no one will ever get "A" in is course, and sincerely no one did. there are so much more atrocities committed by this lecturer that I can't mention in this post.

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To make matters worst this same broadcast lecturer was also our class advisor, which added more fire to the hellish situation we were facing. While print student were jubilating for getting " A" in print, we broadcast student could not dare do the same. The most painful aspect of it was that we broadcast student undergo a lot of practicals compared to the print student but yet their grades was better than ours, this are not cheap practicals. in a semester each student can contribute up to 30-40000 Naira for practical, excluding the cost of buying textbooks.*

I remember waking up in the night few times shedding tears for the wrong decision I have made, I wish I could go back to being a print student. I remember leading a protest along with other concerned broadcast student against our broadcast lecturer in HND 2 second semester when it became too difficult for us endure. The protest kind of humiliated him a little which made him have some kind of grudge against me for being rebellious, he would have failed me if he had the chance. Since I knew the kind of lecturer he was I had to perform extraordinarily in his course to avoid giving him such opportunity.*

ʟᴇssᴏɴs ʟᴇᴀʀɴᴛ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇ.

After the whole graduating ceremony and finishing my final year clearance I realised no pain last forever, eventually it fades and becomes a distant memory. Though I had a lot of regrets which kind of trained my mind to abstain from applying sentiments while making a life changing decision.

So to whoever is reading this, I want you to know that whatever difficult situation you are facing right now it will eventually pass because truly time heals.

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_{This write-up was inspired by Hive Naija weekly prompt in hive Naija community.}

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