Uyo Meyo: A Journey of Patience and Triumph

Four years became seven. Seven winters passed in waiting. Seven springs I cheered for names that weren’t mine. I threw my hands up when your name was called. I danced at your party as if it were my victory. I knew what it felt like to need someone to cheer for you. They whispered, “Why is she still here?” They never saw my nights of falling and rising again. They never saw the fees that never came or the courses I rebuilt to pass. But I never let bitterness stay. When you won, I won too. When you smiled, I smiled first. Now my name shines on the list. My gown carries years I refused to quit. My hands shake as I step onto that stage. So let’s rejoice. For those who finished early. For those who finished late. For those who finished at all. Celebrate loud. Dance hard. Delay is not denial. The joy you give always finds its way back. My time is here.

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