Azumah Prosper Anaba

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You can’t do everything it takes to win, but do your best to win.
You can’t fail a test that’s still in progress, so as long as you’re breathing, you’re not a failure.

Keep pushing. The game’s not over till it’s over.

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EPISODE 2 — Church and Choices

Sunday morning felt strange. The noise from Saturday had faded, replaced by soft hymns playing from someone’s speaker down the corridor. I woke up early, still unsure what the week ahead would look like.

As a fresher, I was still living under Daddy and Mummy’s advice: “Find a good church and keep your head straight.” So I dressed neatly, ironed shirt, polished shoes, trying to look like someone who had life figured out.

Kbee turned over in his bed and groaned. “Ei, church boy, where are you heading this early?”
“Church,” I said, tying my shoelace. “Any idea where I can find one?”
He pointed toward the middle floor. “Check Linda’s door. She’s an Osofo Maame. She’ll show you the way.”

I knocked, and Linda opened the door with that calm smile again. “Prosper, good morning. Ready for church?”
“Yes,” I said. “Kbee said I should see you.”
She nodded. “Good. Come with me then.”

We walked out together, the sun soft and forgiving. The campus felt new again — quiet, alive, and open. On the way, she talked about the church, the people, and her faith. I mostly listened, watching how she spoke with purpose but never tried to sound holy.

Inside the chapel, I sat beside her, trying to focus on the sermon, but my mind wandered. It wasn’t the preacher’s fault — I was just thinking about how much had changed in such a short time. Two days ago, I was still at home, pretending I was ready for this life. Now, I was sitting beside a girl I’d just met, trying to understand who I wanted to be.

During worship, I remembered my girlfriend back home. We hadn’t exactly ended things — I had just told her I wanted to “focus.” But I knew what that really meant. I wanted a break from everything. From the calls, the expectations, the guilt of pretending I could balance love and life.

After service, Linda turned to me. “You’ll like it here. Just stay focused. Don’t follow the noise.”
I smiled. “I’ll try.”

When we got back to the hostel, Kbee was waitin