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The story of how I ended up being a teacher. I wanted to be a medical doctor, I had gained admission to biological sciences @UnivofGh , which was the pre-med course. After two years I was selected for the interview so my dream was spot on. Just one more hurdle...thread
In those days there was a phrase "medico or suicide". Interview for selection was after L200. Out of about 150 only around 60 to 70 were to be selected and that evening when the list came out "them cut" me. I was not selected. It was the biggest blow anyone in my shoe ever faced
At first I didn't know how to feel. I was numb and in shock. What could have gone wrong? The interview went well at least in my view. My friend the pianist invited me to his room and as he played we sang. I still was lost, I had not plan B. The pain started the day after.
I had to quickly decide on my next option of selecting from other courses. There was no time to grieve. I called home and they were supportive but sad. Fee paying was no option as my parents wouldn't be able to afford. That night I had a dream and that dream lightened the weight
I was crossing a road but there was this huge hole so I turned back and found another route t the other side. When I woke up I thanked God and picked myself up. Went straight to Biochemistry department to register. There I was told only 30 people were selected and it was full
I had decided I will choose any course and excel at it no matter what the course was. I went on to plan C, Nutrition Department and I hd a slot and was registered. Fast forward to completion of school and national service.....
During national service your allowance comes after some months so I had no cash. I wi walk from home to work each day. Windy ridge to Effia Nkwanta. The hospital had no dietitian partly because that was not a thing those days. I convince the medical director they needed one.
I really enjoyed my work. One day as I walked home very hungry, I sort of heard a voice ask me a simple question. "What one thing will you want to do even if no one paid you for it?". The answer was immediate but I didnt really understand it. My answer was "TALK"
In those days Otabil and John Maxwell were my role models so I thought "talk" meant motivational speaking...lol. I still had one more shot at medicine and that was to go convince the Dean to admit me into medical school even though that was not the usual thing. There was no GEMP
The Dean Prof Lawson told me admiting me into medicine was not possible but if I was interested he will admit me into a Masters program in Human Anatomy if I was interested. Anatomy had always been my favorite course so I excitedly said yes. I didn't even think about it twice.
I applied for Masters In Human Anatomy and this time I was selected after the interview. After completion I tried to get appointment as a lecturer at the University but that application took a whole year. In that time I was teaching as an unofficial graduate assistant.......
......thats right. I was not employed by the Uni, but for a whole year I "talked" even though I was not being paid. It made no difference to me, I could even stay after hours in the Anatomy dissecting room teaching.
UCC was ready to make me an offer, CUC was ready to make me an offer. I was told I will be paid in Dollar equivalent. For some reasons I just enjoyed teaching in UGMS. One was the professors there seemed to have so much faith in me. Prof. Lawson, Prof Addai and Rev. Prof. Ayettey
Fast forward I was employed and went on to do my PhD (another story for another day). And looking back I can say there was an invisible hand directing me and helping me. There is no place I will be than to teach and research. Thanks for reading 
