BY AISHA YUSUF SABO
I grew up reading Daily Trust newspaper, where I read news with my father. I later discovered a column, Albint Diary, which I looked forward to each week. Tambari Magazine of Sunday Trust was also my favorite. Reading about various women prospering in different aspects of their careers gave me the zeal to keep going, reassuring me that I, too, am capable of achieving whatever I dream of.
Despite being passionate about journalism, I didn't study the field in school. However, that did nothing to restrict me. Whenever I got the chance to learn about journalism and writing, I made sure to get involved. In school, I was a member of the Union of Campus Journalists. I also applied and was accepted into the Daily Trust Student Membership Program sometime in 2021, but unfortunately, the program came to a halt without any explanation. Regardless, I continued reading newspapers, especially the opinion and column pages.
Columns like Line of Sight, Pretty Much Everything, and A Physician's Diary inspired me and fueled my dream of becoming a columnist someday.
When I came across a post on Bobafest's Instagram page advertising workshops in various areas, I clicked the link to the website in no time and applied for journalism. Although I was optimistic about the outcome, I tried not to raise my hopes.
I had almost lost hope of getting selected until I received a call from Mr. Joseph Umana on Monday morning.
While in Kaduna, I had visited the Daily Trust Kaduna branch to inquire about internship roles to help me grow, nurture my passion, and begin my journey to becoming a columnist. Unfortunately, the editor explained that all IT students and Corp members are usually sent from the head office in Abuja, so the Kaduna branch does not have the authority to accept anyone. However, I was given the opportunity to publish opinion articles whenever I had written one. Since receiving this message, I haven’t sent anything, and it’s been two weeks. There are topics I intend to write about, but every time I begin to write, I end up fumbling. So, I feel the call to the workshop came at the right time, as I would learn more creative ways of storytelling, improve my writing skills and above all, connect with fellow aspiring journalists.
The first day was promising, with the facilitator providing journalism hacks while also lightening up the session with stories and jokes.
I strongly hope this workshop will push me to work toward achieving my lifelong dream and open several doors of opportunities, both for me and my colleagues.
Why I got late to the Workshop
As a fresh graduate looking to build a career in academia, I have been actively seeking opportunities to create a niche in the field. When Prof. Sodipo, my undergraduate supervisor, mentioned the possibility of publishing my final year project, I was overjoyed. What better document to attach to postgraduate school applications than a publication, especially one with an international journal? It was a huge opportunity for me. Unfortunately, despite submitting the manuscript four months ago, it has yet to be reviewed, let alone published. Prof. Sodipo, the Chairman of the Senate Committee on Course System at the University of Maiduguri, happens to be a very busy man. The workload from the Course System and the Biochemistry Department seems to take up most of his time, leaving him with little time for himself. However, I do not relent. The hope of getting my work published drove me to frequently reach out to him while I was in Kaduna. He asked that I meet him as soon as I got to Maiduguri when I called the last time.
When I met him, I found out that the manuscript had gotten lost in one of his numerous files, so I had to resubmit it. Due to his tight schedule, he asked that I check in every day with either a call or a message, so he could remember to review it and have it sent to the journal for publication.
On Tuesday, I sent him a reminder but didn’t get a reply until Wednesday morning. I was all prepared for the first day of the journalism workshop, since I had received a call the previous morning informing me that I had been selected for the workshop after a screening. My curious mind was filled with excitement for the workshop, eager to learn and meet like minded individuals until Prof. Sodipo’s message came in: "Let us see this morning at 10 am." I was dumbfounded. Several thoughts whirled through my mind. Prof. Sodipo would soon be leaving for Christmas at his hometown, and I would also be leaving for Kaduna to complete my national service. So, meeting him and getting the work done seemed like the only option.
However, I did not want to miss the journalism workshop. After much deliberation, I decided to attend the workshop first, introduce myself, and then take permission to leave for an hour or two, hoping I would finish with Prof. Sodipo and return to the workshop venue.
Unfortunately, I was 30 minutes late and couldn’t find the venue. After a couple of phone calls and some help from one of the team members, who walked down the street to guide me, I finally located the venue. Luckily, the workshop hadn’t started yet, and the facilitator wasn’t there. I spoke to the two team members, promised to return in an hour, and headed out to the University of Maiduguri.
Lo and behold, Prof. Sodipo’s office was locked. I called him, and his response made me trip on the floor. He said, "Aisha, sorry, I shouldn't have asked you to come this morning. I have a tight schedule today. Go back home." I muttered, "Okay," and made my way out.
After dealing with traffic, it took me another 30 minutes to return to the workshop venue, which was just a few minutes before noon. The workshop was ongoing when I arrived, so I quietly and tiredly found a seat.