Be NICE, be HUMBLE, and always go an extra mile for other people, you might never know what will happen. Let me share a personal story, of which most have been puzzled by how it happened. As much as most of my peers used to believe I was a genius, moving out of high school into varsity, I have been far from that. Most held this belief for quite some time during our varsity years, more than it was necessary, maybe simply because our grades/ marks were not as publicly available to everyone as they were back in high school. During the 1st semester of 2010, I had enrolled for a compulsory module, economics. By the end of the semester I had failed, yes, I had failed economics, and badly for that matter. I was bound to repeat it the following year. But for some odd reason, UFS decided to try out what they called a “Junemester”, and had economics as a pilot subject in that programme. Everyone who had failed economics during the 1st semester had an opportunity to repeat the same module during the June holidays, everyday, from 8 to 5, in the coldest days of the Bloem winter. Having failed as bad as I did, I was one of the guys that broke the ice every morning as we walked to the economics lecture. Now, here’s the interesting part. This time around the module was now lectured by two visiting, US Economics professors, husband and wife from Mississippi State University. Haha, you could just imagine the accent, very different from what we used to. Toiling up and down the UFS campus during the cold winter days, while everyone was home, was not an enjoyable moment for me. I had to pass this time around. I then became one of the best performing students in that class, and that led me to having conversations with these professors once in a while. One fine day, during our usual conversations, came up the issue of Lesotho, they had been to Lesotho a few years before, and they were planning to visit again that very weekend. And being me, Mr. nice guy, being from Lesotho and missing home, I offered to go with them, and give them a tour around, and that weekend we were in Lesotho, NUL, Sehlabeng, Ha-Mohale (Where we ran out of petrol on the way) etc, and we were back in Bloem that Sunday. I passed my Economics, and at the end of the program my professors were back in the US. I never heard from them ever since, until… Guess what… one fine day, I get a message from them on Facebook saying “…there is an MBA scholarship here at our university, we can help you apply and facilitate everything for you, don’t you wanna come?..” …to be continued..
Posted on: Sun, 09 Mar 2014 18:29:56 +0000
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