The
line was terrible. I could hardly hear what he was saying but I could sense
excitement in our network-induced breaking chat. So I called back and he
delivered the good news, this time, hitch-free. His employer had agreed to
sponsor his postgraduate education at Birmingham City University (BCU) in the
UK – what he’d being praying about for quite some time. I was so happy for my
childhood bosom friend. This was his third time of being admitted to the same institution
to pursue a master’s programme in finance albeit his inability in securing
funding in his first two attempts. So
for his employer to come to his aid meant the world to him – even more
important than his salvation at that point in time [exaggeration mine]. This
was in mid-July and the academic year was to start in September.
