The story you are about to read is true. Although it is my life’s story, knowing it has inspired me on my journey to becoming the man I was born to be. It gives me hope for a better future and motivates me to press on for more victories. If I were to write it in detail, all that has happened to me up till this moment, the world will not be able to contain the books that would be written. Let me give you a little peek into my experience.

My name is Vision Jesuseime Ibhagbe-Ufuah. I was christened Vision by my father and I’m glad he did. I’m always fascinated by the wonder expressed on people I met for the first time after I tell them that it’s my first name. “Unbelievable!!” some’d exclaim. Yea, it’s true. Dad saw a vision of a son who would do great things in life and make world impact. Having waited for more than 5 years before I was delivered, my birth was very significant and well anticipated.

On 26th October 1992, the shouts of joy as well as my loud innocent cry echoed across Central Hospital, Benin. It was a Monday afternoon, around 2.30pm. Mother told me these details and who am I not to believe? I was the 3rd chid and the second son of the Sylvester Ufuah family. My younger sister was born 4 years later making us four. Two boys and two girls.

I was born into a Christian family, my father was a Dentist and devout Christian. My mother was a teacher and dedicated believer. I learnt the precepts of the bible even before I could read and write. Christian virtues were quite visible in my parents and they truly inspired me. We never skipped our daily devotions 6 AM every morning, every day, all year round. I was born into a happy Christian home. We were not very rich, we had just enough to enjoy and be happy and that was all that truly mattered.

I had an early start in life. I was a very intelligent kid. Dad’s vision was true – I had greatness in me. I started nursery school at age 2 and before I was 5, I had a double promotion to begin my primary school education because of my outstanding performance. I excelled throughout my primary school and had distinctions in Arithmetic, English and General Knowledge in my Final exams. It was more than obvious that I had a bright future. I owe my teachers my gratitude for the sacrificial efforts they put into shaping me. I finished my primary school at 10.

I began my secondary school education in a different school. I was motivated because of my pasts achievements. It did not take long for me to recognize that it was normal in this new school to be a genius. There were a lot of kids who were like me and more so brighter than me. I was humbled. I never came top of my class even with so much diligence, determination and discipline to my books. It was a humbling experience. This school ironically made me a better student, although I did not receive any accolades for my hard work. In less than 3 years, we relocated to a rented apartment far away from my secondary school and I had to enroll into another one. I was in JSS3. This new school was smaller and did not have a lot of smart kids. It took me less than 30 minutes in my first Maths class to be recognized by the teacher as a smart kid. Immediately, I was recommended by my teachers to my school for Quizzes and Science Competitions. I became the gist on everyone’s lips.

In 2005, The National Mathematics Centre organized a competition for schools in my state and I emerged as the best Mathematics student in Edo State and I beat my colleagues in my former school. Sometimes, a taste of victory is all you need to unleash the genius within you. This was the beginning of an amazing experience for me. I had to represent my school and my state at the National level in Abuja, where I came out 3rd in the country. I was given N60,000 and a Desktop computer was given to my school, I appeared on National Television for the first time. Although, I can’t remember what I said but the feeling I had is forever etched in my memory. When I got back to school, I was lifted up by my teachers into the school with all the students chanting my name and singing praises. I will never forget that day.

I represented my school in many more competitions and got many awards also. My teachers believed in me greatly and that motivated me to never let them down. But I also had to believe in myself. I had lofty dreams for my future and I wasn’t ready to play small with any mediocre so I pressed on for more glory.

I performed excellently well in my WAEC exam with 4As, 4Bs and 1C and scored 267 in my JAMB exam in 2008. I applied for Medicine in the University of Benin that same year but performed poorly in the Post UME exam with a score of 50. I guess I let success get into my head and I had learnt a major lesson. I was miraculously given Optometry with that rather low score and so I began my university education that year.

My Dad will always remind me of my plans to become a doctor and urged me to go for it and not settle. He believed in me even when I didn’t believe in my dreams anymore. It was a long year for me. I had to study both for my undergraduate exams and for JAMB since I was taking it again. I wrote the exam the following year and scored a 258, lower than the previous year. The dream of being a medical doctor suddenly drifted farther away from me. I had to perform excellently well in my Post UME exam or else I would have to settle with the course I was in.

I remembered the champion I was and gave it my best shot. God’s grace was more than enough for me this time and I scored 80.  My dad checked the score and called to congratulate me. I was so excited to hear the news. It was a dream comes true. Don’t give up on your dream, don’t settle. Be ready to fight for it and lose your sleep for it and by God’s grace they will become your reality.

Medical School was a tougher experience for me. Getting the awards didn’t matter anymore. I needed to learn the science and art of saving lives because one day I will be the only person standing between the cold hands of death and my patient.

My story had a little twist in 2011, during my second year in Med school when on Sunday, 20th March, my younger sister called me with Dad’s phone saying that he had passed on. He was murdered by some unknown gunmen in our house at early hours of the morning, say 2pm. Apparently, they intended not to shoot at him but did after their plans of breaking into the house did not fall through. It was a big loss for me and my family. I made a decision to make him proud and I maintained my focus on my vision.

Today, I am a medical doctor and I love to inspire young people to have a vision for life, believe that their dreams are possible and be determined to stay on the path of greatness.

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What you see is what you become. What do you see?

Dr. Vision