My name is Denen Murray, born to Daniel Ishimayina Dooga in Gboko local government area of Benue State. This is my first article on this platform, and I decided to make it my autobiography; hence today is my birthday (please celebrate with me).
Now, about me: I was born on Thursday, 29th of August, in Gboko, Benue State. I got my primary school at LGEA Primary School Usue in Gboko local government. Obtained me SSCE at Government Science and Technical College (GSTC) Garagboghol.
As lover of great achievements, I never let down the zeal I had for academics, especially for that coordination that usually went through my nerves at the mention of the word University. I wanted to pass through it, and my dreams were set for it.
I wrote my JAMB in 2015, and I passed it successfully. In that very year, I went to the University of Calabar (Katsina ala affiliate) and picked English Education as my co[img][/img]urse of study. I valued my education so much to the extent of abstaining from several life benefits.
Things were going well, and I can say my dreams were being well achieved, due to the atmosphere I used to experience. Until one fateful day, while I was home on the regular semester break, I could not tell if I had been sick before though, my brain was filled with so much thoughts, flowing in and out (things were no longer the same, it was being over powerful). And everything turned upside down; I went mentally ill. I was down with that mysterious illness for over two months.
The following semester was already rounded up, remaining two weeks to exams. meanwhile my brain was as if formated. I had to run back to school against my Daddy's advice to stay at home and completely recover. I wrote the exams with a half normal person condition.
By the grace of God, my degree is now awaiting.
I had a friend called Igbakula Ornguga, Simon. We were so close, doing things in common. One day, when I was coming back from my routine studies, on approaching our house, sow me from afar and hailed me a friendly call up 'Denicool,' and I picked the name from there; I am being called Denicool as my nickname. I guess it isn't bad at all. And I was cool too. But I can't tell about myself though, those who relate with me now can tell what I am.
There's much you can know about me but it's better in relationships than telling. I'm indebted to my father Daniel Dooga for ground upbringing, and for taking responsibility of everything concerning me right from my childhood till I grew up. He's a real father.
Celebrate with me. Birthday giveaway is awaiting who will tell me exactly how many years I spent in school! the gift, you will unwrap it yourself