Since the beginning of this month, I had been searching for an apartment close to the hospital where I'll be doing my internship. One of the requirements for renting in the area was that you had to be married or employed by the government or a private company. They also made exceptions for NYSC members and student interns. So I told the landlady I was a student intern because that was the closest category available to me, even though I was still awaiting deployment. She asked for my department, and I told her. Immediately, she mentioned my HOD's name. I had no idea that her husband was one of the pioneers of my department in the hospital. She asked me to return the next morning for documentation. What I didn't know was that she had gone to the department and asked about me. When I returned the next day to sign the tenancy agreement, she said: "You're not an intern. You're awaiting deployment." Then she added: "I'm giving you this apartment because I asked four people about you, and they all told me the same thing: Wilberforce is a good person. If it's Wilberforce, then there's no problem." I've heard many people talk about the power of a good reputation. This week, I experienced it firsthand. Do not grow weary in doing good.