What doesn't kill you

Let everything be blue, Mathematics will decide to embarrass itself and be red. It doesn't help that my Dad is renowned among his friends as ‘Oni Maths’ as a mathematics guru that he is and here I was a daughter from his loins, completely clueless when it comes to numbers.

I still don’t get equations and numbers even after all the beatings I got. The only part I enjoyed was Roman Numerals, Cosine, Sine and the likes.I got better in secondary school though but it was and still has always been a struggle. I worked in a Bank some years back as a Teller; my boss always bragged about how good I was at my work which had a lot to do with calculations. Baba did not know that due to my dislike for numbers, I took extra care to ensure my till was balanced every 2 hours even with the huge crowd I had to attend to.

After secondary school, I felt like finally all the beatings had done their work and I was finally free from the troubles of mathematics. Tell me why I got to OAU (Obafemi Awolowo University) and I had to take Statistics for 2 solid years!

Those years tested me. This was not secondary school, here if you fail you carry it over till you pass. I remember spending more time on statistics than all my other courses. In my lecture free week timetable, statistics was an everyday thing. I even went for tutorials: I remember going to my faculty and I saw a tutorial was about to start, I joined wanting to learn. It took a while for me to know it was a tutorial organized by the mosque and I happened to be sitting on the male side and was even disturbing the only Alfa in the front row with me even though the guy had left a space between both of us. 

All I knew was I didn’t want to have a carry over! My rationale was why fail what you hate and have to do it again. Just give it all you have the first time and move on. There’s one exam I can’t forget, SSC 105 my very first statistics exam in OAU. After going for both Church and Mosque tutorials, I saw the questions and for like 5 minutes I was like ‘where do I start from?” It looked like Greek but at the end of the day Alhamdulillahi.

This is my own aspire to perspire and also to let you know that what doesn’t kill you can make you stronger.

(ps I hope my husband is a math guru because this babe cannot can, if not we leave it in the hands of God)