Kathrine: I'm An Orphan But I Won't Do It - Episode 12 - Diygigs

Kathrine: I’m An Orphan But I Won’t Do It – Episode 12

Kathrine: I’m An Orphan But I Won’t Do It – Episode 12

With a newfound sense of hope, I glanced at the security guard who was still watching over us. He gave me a thumbs-up and a smile that spelled “congratulations.”

She assured me that she would help guide me through the process of making wise financial decisions. The prospect of learning from someone experienced and kind-hearted like her filled me with excitement and anticipation.

As she prepared to leave, she turned to me and said, “See you tomorrow, Katherine. And don’t forget, you’re not alone on this journey.”

“I won’t forget. Thank you so much, Ma’am,” I replied with a genuine smile.

She boarded an Uber, and I watched as it drove away. At that moment, time lost its grip, and the world around me faded into insignificance. I was transported into a state of unadulterated bliss, a kind of enchantment that blurred the boundaries of reality.

My joy became a magnet, attracting all my worries, pains, tears, and anxiety into a spectrum of fleeting shadows. I became lost in meditation, marveling at the indispensable power of human connection.

The security guard patted me on the shoulder, and that was when I jolted back into consciousness, like someone who had been brought back to life. “All the best, I shall be on my way now,” he said and left.

I reckoned he must be godsent because I least expected such a level of genuine kindness from a bank’s security personnel.

Since it was already getting late and I now had little cash, I boarded an Uber for the first time en route home, clutching the business card and the stack of money.

I couldn’t help but reflect on the twists and turns life had taken me through that day. From mistakenly taking Mrs. Abigail’s bag to forming an unexpected friendship, it was a rollercoaster of emotions and dreams-come-true.

I felt a renewed sense of hope and purpose as I thought about the possibilities that lay ahead. Tomorrow was a new day, and with Mrs Abigail’s guidance, I was ready to explore new avenues and make the most of the opportunity my mom had left me.

Little did I know that this chance encounter would lead me down a path I had never imagined, one filled with friendship, learning, and the potential to build a brighter future.

As I looked at the stars through the car’s window twinkling in the night sky, I couldn’t help but feel grateful for the journey I was about to embark on.

I arrived home by 7 pm, feeling as light as a butterfly. In just one day, a single connection had swallowed all my burdens and worries. I remembered when I was inside the bus in the morning, listening to their conversation.

If someone had told me that one of these ladies would become my mentor that very day, without me paying a dime, I really would have taken it as a joke and never believed it. But right before my door I stood that night, having in my possession the business card of a business tycoon, invited for free mentorship, not time-bound, but until I become successful.

I brought out my keys from my bag, opened my door, and immediately I got inside, I knelt down, spread my hands in gratitude, and began to praise, pray, and thank God for letting me go through a bad day, only to make a good day out of it.

I never saw that coming, and I begged God to forgive me for all the harsh words I threw at him, thinking he had forgotten and abandoned me. I felt bad and wished I had never questioned God.

The next day, having taken my bath, I thought of what to wear to go see Mrs. Abigail. I didn’t have many clothes. I stood with my hands on my hips, staring at my scanty and desolate suitcase, smiled, and picked my orange gown.

The rain of blessings and open doors was about to begin falling on my life, and I no longer allowed my necessities to become my weaknesses because God finally made my wishes a white horse, and the ride had just begun.

In order not to be late, I boarded an Uber for the second time, gave him the address, and he took me to Mrs. Abigail’s salon.

When I arrived at the salon, I realized that it was actually bigger than what I had thought and what she had described on the bus the previous day.

Nestled amidst the vibrant cityscape of Lagos, her salon, well-endowed, stood as a testament to elegance and luxury. Its grand exterior beckoned passersby with an air of sophistication and an aroma of gratification, hinting at the extraordinary experience that lay within its walls.

Upon stepping through its doors, guests were enveloped in an atmosphere of refined splendor. The interior was adorned with exquisite furnishings and tasteful decor, combining modern aesthetics with timeless elegance.

Gilded mirrors lined the walls, reflecting the warm, soft lighting that bathed the space in gentle radiance.

Amidst this resplendent scenery, a symphony of skilled stylists and artists worked their magic. The bustling energy was tempered by an air of professionalism and attention to detail, as each stylist consulted with their clients, ensuring their visions were not only met but exceeded.

Beyond the hairstyling stations lay a secluded space of comfort – private spa rooms for personalized treatments that pampered the body and soul.

Lavish lounge chairs, adorned with soft throws and plush pillows, created an inviting haven for clients seeking a moment of relaxation amid their busy lives.

I was wowed beyond my wildest imagination. It all began to seem like a dream, and I prayed I would never wake up.

“Is that you, Katherine?” I heard a voice behind me that mirrored that of Mrs. Abigail. I turned, and lo and behold, it was Abigail and Victoria, her colleague I had met on the bus the previous day.”

To be continued ✍️

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