It was such a fruitful day, I had just finished talking to a group of young girls about the maritime industry and why they needed to join and enroll in STEM courses. I had decided to step out and get ice cream. That is when I received the call that would see me sit by the roadside, head between my legs, tears uncontrollably streaming, wondering, why me?
If you have followed this journey with me, you know I decided to go back to sea to get a higher license. It was after three years of struggling due to gender discrimination that I got placement even though it meant starting from scratch, as a cadet. In layman’s term, a cadet is more like an undergrad intern.
Being a very hopeful person, I decided this was better than nothing. I started over. Honestly, those were some of the best days of my life. I worked so hard the captain asked me to stay longer (still within contractual limits). I was dedicated, I had to win this. My appraisal came, it was excellent with a promotion recommendation to now have an independent watch and to rejoin the same team.
Lo and behold, that never happened. That was the evening I received the call. You could hear the sadness in the manager’s voice as he told me that they had to stop all relations with Kenya and that affected my next contract. It had been terminated indefinitely.
I honestly don’t even know how to describe this. I wiped out my lingering tears and walked back to the team I was with and didn’t say a word. I felt my whole world shatter.
Days passed into months, I could neither eat well nor sleep. I would find myself breaking down into tears out of nowhere. I honestly felt that God had abandoned me.
What next for that young girl I had convinced a few days ago that there is calm after the storm?
Then it started reflecting on my posts, I could not conceal it but this led to the beauty of my healing. My inbox became filled with love, encouragement, prayer, and support. Slowly hope started restoring itself in my life.
Even though tomorrow was unknown, I was finding the strength to face the day. It was rough, I thought I would lose my mind, then after 7months, a call came from MSC Sorrento that would see me take a 360 from cargo to cruises.