This is my first blog post since wrapping up the pursuit of my first degree at the University of Port Harcourt, so rumours have it that I’m a graduate. I’m still trying to take it all in though but I believe it’s a phase I’ll grow into. A lot has changed and I’m pretty sure these changes aren’t done yet. Not necessarily because I like change but because I’ve realised that anticipating and embracing change works better than hating on it since it’s so annoyingly constant. Don’t worry this one isn’t on change,
It’s on the summary of my years in the University of Port Harcourt (December 2012- September 2018) from pre-degree to Final year. A whole lot has been acquired, critical thinking, people skills, learning skills, knowledge itself, survival skills, money management skills, conflict management skills, etc. The one I’m writing on today is the one I’m glad I learnt when I learnt it and how I learnt it.
It’s the act of sharing. Growing up with five sisters and my parents in a middle-class Nigerian family, there was just enough to go round, I didn’t have all I wanted, but God provided all I needed, or at least all I thought I needed. I had my own clothes, shoes, and other stuff and being the only son I really didn’t have to share much. Then my Secondary school boarding house made the matter worse. It was an “every man for himself” scenario, you look out for your best interest first before anything else. Six years in this institution would make me be an expert at not just minding my own business but seeking my good before everyone else.
Entering the University would be a new experience entirely; strange faces, a roommate, coursemates, lecturers, friends, etc. Only a handful of familiar faces from secondary school could trespass into my “fenced” space. I’ll had to share stuff, from knowledge to answers, assignments, food, money, etc. It would be entirely new to me.
The University is a place where knowledge is acquired, knowledge, as it is in the University, Is the compilation of research and deductions from experiments of different men (and women of course) from different races, nationalities, religions, convictions and orientations, but on the issue of a discipline, they continue where each other stopped in pursuit of knowledge. The pursuit of Knowledge would be elusive if there is no sharing cause if there was no documentation, men would have died with their knowledge and their discoveries, formulas, theories, suggestions, postulations, solutions, etc.
From Freshman Chemistry to final year project I learnt that there is hardly only one way to solve a problem. It’s in your best interest to share knowledge, because in sharing knowledge with others and allowing them to share theirs with us we get to see things from their perspective and that might just be what your perspective needs to come up with the solution, or in the case of engineering, A solution.
I learnt that material things would never be enough, but miracles happen when we are thankful and share. I can quickly remember The feeding of the 5000 was effected by the prayer of thanksgiving and sharing with the people who were seated. I learnt that in sharing stuff with others we keep a cycle going, and open our gates to receiving from others. I learnt that freely I received, hence I should freely give.
Experience is the best teacher. Personal experience never really exhausts it’s curriculum, but our collective experiences can. I’ve learnt to share good and bad experiences with people, stories of mistakes and triumphs that I previously hid until I realised that sharing our experiences (good and bad) help shorten people’s learning curves and make us better people with fewer scars.
Imagine a world where man didn’t eat the direct and indirect products of trees and give his faeces or his Carbon Dioxide, where the trees didn’t take man’s Carbon dioxide and give their Oxygen. I can only describe it in one word, Non-existent. Without sharing we tend towards extinction as individuals and collectively as a species.
I’m yet to master sharing, turns out we may never fully master it. But this we can do, submit ourselves to be students of this manifestation of love. Being always on the lookout for ways in which that we’ve been gifted with can help others.