The Melody Of Faith

"Fash, I am tired; I don't think I can do this anymore. This is the third time I am applying now, and they did not give me admission. Olamide said with hot tears running down her eyes to her cheek. I had never seen her so pained before; she was like a mother who had lost hope in searching for her lost child. At that moment, no words of comfort could quell her agony. I noticed how difficult the situation was for her, so I walked over to where she was standing and hugged her. She tried to push me away, but I held on until she hugged me back and started to tear up again.

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Olamide is a very close friend of mine. We both finished high school together, and she was a bright student. Everyone expected her to be the first person to be accepted into any prestigious university, but her fate was written by a hand we could not see. Three years have passed now, and most of us who graduated together are in the university and almost done with our studies, but Olamide was still at home, hoping that one day she would get a chance to go to the university.

As her friend and confidante, I stood by her side, offering words of encouragement and solace in moments of doubt. Despite the setbacks and disappointments, Olamide held on to a flicker of hope, a flame of determination that refused to be extinguished, but the last rejection was the straw that broke the camel's back.

"Fash, I am tired; I don't think I can do this anymore. This is the third time I am applying now, and they did not give me admission. Olamide said with hot tears running down her eyes to her cheek. I had just returned home since my school was on semester break; I watched as Olamide cried her eyes and heart out.

"People keep asking me, When will you go to school? Haven't you gained admission? But you are a bright student in high school; why can't you pass the university test?" She paused, walked to the mirror, stared at herself for a moment, and started crying again.

"Olamide, all this crying won't help, I can assure you. Please stop crying," I said to her, trying to stop her from crying.

"You won't understand. You are not the one always sitting at home; you are in the university, so how can you know of my pain? How can you ask me to stop crying? Please just leave me alone," she said.

I saw how hard the situation was for her, so I walked up to where she was standing and then hugged her. She tried to push me away, but I did not let her go until she hugged me back and teared up again.

After some minutes, she stopped crying and was calm. "I know what I am about to say might sound weird to you, but I believe if you can do it, you will definitely get the admission you wanted," I said to her, and her face brightened up like a puppy who wanted a treat.

"What is it? Tell me," she said eagerly.

"I know you are not a religious type, same as me, but I think you should tie your admission to a service you want to render to God. I mean, you go to church, right?"

"Yes, I do," she answered.

"Then join a service unit and serve God. If you do it with faith and sincerity, I am sure of a miracle. You know, "Faith can move mountains." Just have faith, even if it is as little as a mustard seed. After our conversation, she was lively, and I was happy to see she was herself again.

That week, Olamide joined the choir unit, started going to rehearsals, and never missed one of them. Each time I called to check on her, she was always happy because she had found peace; things didn't bother her like they used to do.

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One year later

"Rrrrrrnggggg." My phone rang, and it was my friend Olamide who was calling. I was just about to head for class because my lecture would be starting soon. "Hello, Olamide. How are you doing?" I asked, and she responded, "I have been given admission to study the course I always wanted." At that moment, I felt an unfathomable kind of joy within me and screamed, "Yesssssss!" I did not mind my surroundings or the people around me. I was genuinely happy for her.

We spoke for a while before she hung up. I went to class smiling and full of joy. It's been 6 years now, and Olamide is done with her degree, married to a handsome man, has a baby girl, and lives comfortably in her home. We still talk, and I am always happy anytime we meet.

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