By Sarah Musa, A True-Life Story
My name is Sarah Musa. I am from plateau state from the Barkin ladies local government in Jos. I am 24 years old born on the 21st of October in the year 2000. My mum died after giving birth to me on the very same day so I was left with just my dad who died a year after due to a stroke attack in November 2001. After his death I was handed over to my father’s brother to look after me as I was just a child when I was old enough to enter school and He enrolled me into a school. As I grew older life became difficult and they made me do a lot of domestic chores regardless of my age. After my junior secondary school they stopped paying for my school fees so I had to start cleaning and washing for people to earn money to continue school till SS3 in 2018 I wrote my WAEC and have been home since then because I have no sponsor to continue my education I have been also looking for jobs to help myself with the assisted my pastor who has been helping me in every way he can but still to no success because of my level of education. All I need is support in any way.
Sarah’s story is a beacon of hope, a testament to the unwavering human spirit. It’s a story that compels us to take action. It reminds us that the pursuit of knowledge shouldn’t be a privilege reserved for the fortunate few. Education is the great equalizer, the key that unlocks doors of opportunity and empowers individuals to shape their own destinies. Let Sarah’s story be a catalyst for change. Let it inspire us to support those who, like her, are battling against the tide. Let us help them write the next chapter of their stories, stories filled with education, opportunity, and a bright future.
Why I Am Sharing This
I am not writing this because I want pity, I have never wanted pity, Pity is a warm feeling that changes nothing.
I am writing this because I believe there is someone out there who can help and who will, once they know. Maybe it is a scholarship. Maybe it is a job. Maybe it is a skill, a connection, a word spoken in the right room at the right time.
Education was the one thing I fought for when everything else was taken from me. My parents were gone before I could walk. My extended family gave me the minimum and nothing more. But no one could take away my ability to learn, and I held onto that like a lifeline.
