The Universe or Sorcery?

In most of my posts the past few days, I’ve kept mentioning how some things happened on the eve of my graduation that left me confused and anxious. Well, this is the post as promised.

I’m not sure if it’s just me, but things seems to go wrong at the perfect right wrong times. Every time I have something important coming up, rest assured something will go wrong when it’s time.

The most recent case was about my graduation. The day before the graduation, I met up with my sisters for a birthday celebration and a mini family reunion at Wooden. It was really fun and we left the place in the evening as it got dark.

All fun until when I was headed back to my hostel and realized I lost my keys in the middle of all the busy that day. I couldn’t exactly narrow down the field of where I might’ve lost it because I was very up and about that day.

But even before that…when I got to town to board a car back before I even realized I lost my key, I went to get some prepaid because I run out of power earlier in the morning that day. I’m not used to keeping cash itself on me of late because I keep almost all my cash as e-cash. But when I got to the VRA office to load up power, I was told they don’t take e-cash so I had to come out to withdraw cash by the roadside. I left my bag which had my graduation outfit I had just collected from my tailor in town, along with some other supplies on their waiting desk and went out to get some cash. Guess what happened when I got back.

They locked up and went home. I didn’t even take up to 20minutes out there and you already locked up? Right. I was standing there confused af because on one hand, what am I wearing for my graduation tomorrow and on the other, how do I iron my graduation gown when I have no lights? I thought that was the worst that could happen. But after what happened after, this was the least of my concerns.

Anyways, I was fortunate enough to spot the security of the place whom I talked to and he called them back to open the office so I can get my stuff. You’d think that after they opened back up they’d sell me some power right? Yeah I thought so too. But we’re both wrong. They just picked my bag for me and locked back up.

It was after this that I started walking to the station to catch a ride home and noticed my keys weren’t poking my pockets as they usually do. I touched to confirm and my fears were confirmed. I lost my keys. I called my Aunty’s place where my sisters said they’d be at for a while to verify if maybe I left my keys in one of their bags, but before they could call me back, my phone was dead.

So now here I was in town with a dead phone and no place to sleep. I had to take a tricycle to my aunty’s place to talk to my sisters in person. But even that proved futile because they didn’t have the keys. My aunty started talking some stuff about how I should pray over it because this might be some sorcery done by someone to prevent me from achieving good things because these sort of things happen to me every time I have something important like this. And if you come from where I come from, you wouldn’t be surprised about this, because you hear people go to great lengths to ensure that another person stays where they are.

I contemplated on whether to stay the night there or go home and try to force my way into my room and settled on the latter because I needed to be on campus early enough to get a gown the following day before the graduation ceremony started. So again, I set out this time towards my hostel. I made a few calls to see if I could get a welder at my gate before I got there so he’d help me break into my room. I didn’t get any, so when I got home, I had to fall up a friend that lives just around the corner and stayed the night at his place.

It was at his place I bathed (if you want to call pouring water over your body and rubbing with soap bathing) and got ready for my big day. But I still had one problem - getting a new graduation gown. I was up as early as 6am, rushed to the accounts office on campus and was denied a new gown because according to the guys giving the gowns, they needed to take my Ghana card (which I already gave to them the day before to get a gown) as insurance that you’ll return the gown before they give you one. So I had to call up a different friend of mine who had no plans of coming to the graduation ceremony, took her from her hostel and brought her on campus to take a gown for me with her Ghana card.

It was a really tough day for me and when I eventually dressed up and came to the ceremony, I kept smirking in gratefulness that regardless of the very shitty night I had before and how everything got fucked up, I still made it there.

This incident and many others that happened reminds me of the Murphy’s law. Not sorcery. Just the universe showing me a big middle finger at the exact right wrong times.