A warm greetings to all steemian of this amazing community. How is your day going... Hope you are okay. I remain @mbetobongluke from Nigeria and I'm super excited to participate in this astounding contest hosted by @yetaras my regards to him.
Let me share with you my photo memories upon completion of my industrial training.

This photo memories of mine reminds me of a smooth runs I had in my IT( industrial training.
I really had a tough time when I started school. This photos always reminds me that impossibility is just an option.
I was born into the family of not too rich and not too poor.
As a child in my primary school level, my parents give me 70% of attention. Growing up to see myself in secondary school level, I start facing challenges in life. With the help of my parents which were a little bit financially crumbling. I was able to navigate my secondary school level with wisdom and pains.
My parents openly told me, I should go look for something doing so I can help myself if I want to further my studies.
As a young boy, I had a very difficult moment. But when I remembered what my secondary school teacher usually tells us that if you were born poor is not your fault, but if you die poor, is your fault. I took this as a challenge.

Let me brief you of my journey.

The hard time I face had been revolve around my happy ending.
I left my parents at the tender age to go fight for my life.
I had a very difficult moment in my life.
I went to the bakery to work so I can save money, but the manager didn't consider me fit for the job. Saying I'm too small to do the job. I pleaded with him so he can just take me for the job. But all effort was in vein. I waited there with my horrible face till evening. When he was passing by, he saw me sitting down lonely in one corner of the bakery. He was forced to stop and asked me why I was still here. I explained everything to him and when I'm passing through.
He was so touched by my story and consider me for the job with some conditions.
I was amazed about my consideration though the pay cut was too low.
I started work the following day. As the day progresses, I see the work as an abuse and slavery to me because the work was meant for adult. Before half of the month, I felt seriously sick. The manager has to pick me up to the hospital and from the, I was relieved from the job. That was how I loss my first job experience.

Proverty delt with me along the journey of my life.

After some weeks of recovery, I started roaming the street again looking for another job.
I was now confused what I am looking for and the kind of person I wish to become.
After a long journey of searching for a job for over two months.
My long time secondary school friend mat me. I share with him my struggles, he suggested a security work for me.
I was happy. I left there, the following day, I went to the said location with my cv for the job. But hey, another wahala... My height was okay, but the controller of the headquarter said I was too small for the job and that, I lack experienced. I was so grieved and sad. I had to plead with the man to give me a try, but the man send me off.
I went home, feel depressed and frustrated. After two weeks of no progress in my life, I was forced to travel back home.
The man send for me. If I can do gateman for somebody?
I replied yes because I was seriously in need of work.
The man told me to come over to the office immediately so he could forward me to the location.
I arranged my little luggage and went to his office. He then took me down there.
I arrived the place and start work immediately.
After some weeks, the owner of the compound was amazed at my work and consider me fit for the job.
I stay there and plan my life. After two years of working with the man, with my savings, I acquired JAMB form, wrote the exam and passed. And I was offered admission.
Today, this photos will always linger as my success story in life.

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