LETTER TO MY YOUNGER SELF
FROM: Bellah Oguma
Dear Younger Me,
I see you — small, quiet, full of questions you’re afraid to ask and dreams that feel too big for the place you’ve grown up in. Life in the orphanage doesn’t make anything easy, and most days, it feels like the odds are against you. But I’m writing from a future you helped build — one shaped by your courage, your determination, and your refusal to give up. I know things feel heavy right now — like every step forward in school is uphill, and sometimes it’s hard to see why any of it matters. But I’m writing to tell you: education is worth the fight. Even on the days when it feels like the world is stacked against you.
There were moments when you were tired of proving yourself. When the effort didn’t seem to match the reward. When you were wondering if you’re smart enough, strong enough, or simply enough. But I promise, every late night, every test you worried about, every time you kept going when you wanted to quit — it adds up. It shaped you.
Education felt like your only way out — and it was. But it was never just a way out — it became a path through. From your early days in the orphanage, through a district school, and then the weight of having to repeat your 12th grade year just to get a chance at the university, you never stopped. You fought for every grade, every opportunity. And eventually, you made it.
You got into university. You started studying law — the career you used to only dream about. You found a way, even though money was tight, and you studied on sponsorships your entire life. It has been by the grace of God. Behind every call back home, you hid the truth — you faked being okay so your family wouldn’t worry more. You shared your stipend with your parents and even helped pay hospital bills for your younger brother. You became the provider for two families, making sure supper was on the table both where you were and back home.
You took on a responsibility heavier than most, almost like the first child and head of the family, all while balancing university demands. The criticism for being a young mother on campus cut deep, and the withdrawal, both emotional and financial, was a lonely path. Late nights spent studying for project work often left you exhausted, but the urge to find a job to support yourself and your family never left your mind. Sometimes, the burden was so overwhelming that you avoided conversations about your background because it felt like too much to carry.
But through it all, you persevered.
And today, despite every challenge, you are a certified Court Annexed Mediator and a qualified law graduate. You’re standing on the threshold of admission to the bar, ready to start the next chapter of your journey. The woman you’ve become carries every sacrifice, every tear, every sleepless night — and turns them into strength.
Education wasn’t just a fight for a certificate. It was a fight for your dignity, your family, and your dreams. And it was worth every battle.
Hold onto that, little one. Your story is far from over — and the best is yet to come.
With endless love and pride,
Your Older Self
