I'm every woman -it's all in me...........

Whao, how time flies. We have been in the new crib for a whole week, and it is now officially home; cable and internet all running. All things unpacked except for the books. I feel like "I'm every woman. Been there done that.

God has been good to me. He is faithfully and wonderful.
I have my MBA - just like yesterday; my first journal entry in July of 2001 has come to pass. It has been fulfilled by God's grace. It reads - I want to have an MBA from an Ivy League school in the US. Although I ended up attending Fordham University, in Manhattan; it all turned out perfectly well. Since there were no blogs in 2001 or more like I did not know about it then, I opened a journal for myself. I used to write my thoughts, my goals, my fears, my worries and sometimes those things I could not talk to anybody about concerning my relationships. As a result, my journal was very private, I never gave anyone to read.
On a faithfully day in July of 2001, I entered my desire to have a "yankee MBA"; I took the first step by writing some ivy leaugue schools. Lo and behold, the prospectus started coming and guess who saw them first? my mum. O yes, something fresh to worry about, HBS sent their prospectus with financial estimates of about 120,000dollars. She waited until I visited for the weekend from my job in Lagos....... I could still see us on her bed and the worried look on her face. She has done the conversion on her little calculator and concluded that if I pawned her in a famous market in Abeokuta, I still would not be able to make the fees and living expenses.
Left for Lagos the next day, with no doubt in my mind I am still going to have a yankee MBA.
I gave myself a 5-yr target and went on with life. I scheduled GMAT for sometime the following year, but got distracted by men and money. In July of 2003, I met a guy that was preparing to visit the US embassy for his student visa, I went back to my journal and picked up my dreams. I did the GMAT and TOEFL the same year.
Once again , men and money came calling............left Naija for the UK instead of US. A year into my living in London, I realized it was a wrong move and a bad idea. So I picked up my two year old GMAT result, retried TOEFL and went for the World MBA tour in London. I met Frank Fletcher, the admission director at Fordham and we discussed my plans over coffee at a nearby starbucks. A few months later, I was on the flight to NY from London. My head ached all through the flight, yes.. I was scared, anxious, worried and excited at the same time. I was running on sixteen gallons of adrenalin. All in a blur, touched down, arrived at the old apartment, met one of the famous housemates, got some Jamaican food and I still could not relax enough to sleep.
Roll it forward two years later, a few scholarships, lorry loads of networking events, loads of mentors, two internships and some fantastic friends. I am ere, a new job, a new apartment and ofcourse LB still by my side. Thank God for the groom's party at Unilag in Dec 2001.