Tebson Haruna Mohammed

Activist, Educator/Teacher, Entrepreneur, Explorer, Life mentor, Muslim, Philanthropist, Scientist, Student

A person who is passionate about fighting for a better world of health, education, and peace. Born and raised in Esiama, a sub-city in the Nzema Western Region of Ghana, Had junior and second cycle education in the same city and moved to further education at the University of Cape Coast to study B.Sc. Biomedical Science. I love to study immunology and how to induce prevention among people to promote a healthy world. And I am a proud Ghanian and a Muslim.

Making people see why they are great and welcomed to this earth. I also have a passion for helping people through education on how to protect themselves from infections and transmissible diseases. I love kids fighting against cancer and all kids suffering from diseases to comfort them through this hard time.

It's easy to get your goals done, not all things you want to do or become cant be attained. Whether the highest education ranking to finance stabilities, we can all do it if and I say again if we really actually need that and willingly, sacrifice all comfort to attain them.

The title is not giving up on something dear to you. This is a life experience story, where based on my financial stature I was striving to fund myself through college at the university of cape coast ghana. The story is about applying for a scholarship and in the end I got rejected. I couldn't believe or say ready to admit to the fact that my application was declined. The main reason I first in the place went to college was having hope that, at least after getting my family's support to be an admittance to college, the scholarship should cater for the rest of my four-year journey. A decision of all myself was brought to halt in front of my eyes. You see where I'm from nobody had gone further to college. I'm happy I was the bridge breaker and seen as a lead, for now, those of my siblings who told me to give up on my dreams of college are now enrolled in one too. The thing was made to be believed that we are a cursed family, that no one among us will ever make it to the college. You either learn hand skills or you become a mechanic. I'm here today that I didn't believe those myths even though they were seen as too real to be believed. I followed my dreams because I realised my life was about getting an education to educate others. This is the least likely scenario of not giving up on what you believe in. As I said initially about getting the rejection from the scholarship I applied for,You see, all my funds were on it because I was already assured of how poor we were and would rather do informal hand skills training to just get a job. I still feel as if it was today when one applicant got the mail from the scholarship management committee about being awarded. I was happy at last and am still waiting for my mail too. You see, I was like, in Ghana, we have what we termed a "protocol" indicating social networks and connections to be given favourites and opportunities. The guy, whom I call my "protocol, did everything he possibly could to get me the scholarship. The thing is, the scholarship was so restricted and seemingly impossible for those without these links and networks. So I depend on it to get my way in acquiring the scholarship. The friend I was referring to getting the mail had a 'protocol, the same as those I know who had it. Fast-forward: I didn't get any mail or notice of my acceptance. On the day of the scholar's orientation, I dressed and went there to testify that indeed I got rejected. To my eyes, there was a list with the names of all the scholars who had been awarded, and again, to my affirmative agenda, I got to notice that one had finally not been awarded. I stood still and managed to find the names of those who thought they didn't get the scholarships. And my own wasn't included. During the orientation, there was an opportunity for only scholars to sign. I signed. There was a name compilation for WhatsApp group page creation, and I submitted my contact. There was a seat; I sat down and relaxed. There was finally an acceptance affirmation letter for scholars to sign; I took one and signed. But all in all, I wasn't a scholar. I then approached the scholarship representative about my not understanding the rejections. She consoled me (ooh, yes, I was in a small, tearful voice) and told me to send my details to her. She said at times, awarded scholars don't show up in the exact population. My hope was then at 100% that I'm still a scholar. I wasn't added to WhatsApp, but later I got to notice, and to confirm it to the scholar admin, I had to provide bank details. I immediately went to the bank and got myself an account. Then I was asked, "Are you a scholar?" I said yes, and then he said, "Please show us your award letter". I Left stunned and disappointed because I wasn't a scholar and had no award letter. I said maybe I had to give up. It was now up to me to find another source of funds. Four months later, I was attending a district tertiary fund support meeting, and after the interview, I went home. I did start and call the scholarship rep and tell her that I submitted my details, but still, I didn't hear from her. She apologised and asked me to send the details again, which I did in a flash. Within a day, after returning to the second day of the district funds interview, I got a message from the scholarship rep, reading"Come for your award letter". I thought I was dreaming and couldn't believe it. In a flash and with no money, I borrowed money from Granny and got my award letter. To my surprise, I returned the scholarship acceptance form I signed during the orientation that I didn't submit to her. I'm now the President after a year as P.R.O. of the scholarship students association. I didn't give up on my dreams, my education, and my ambitions, which are dear to me. We can all do the same to not give up on what's dear to us so easily.

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