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My heart is less whole, but this is not my fault at all. I attended a boarding school even though I am from a very poor background.

My sweet mother, she is a gift so divine with mother’s eternal love. Every time I planned on returning to school, she would always give me enough garri and kulikuli to take with me to school.

Apart from the varieties of food we get to eat from our hostels, it is either garri or no other food for me again. Oh, I drank different types of garri from all across Nigeria, ranging from ijebu garri to bende garri and every other type. It gets to a point where my colleagues named me garrison, even though my actual name is Shedrack.

Before I continue my story, can we take a few moments to sing the praises of garri and how it has been saving our lives since the beginning of age?

Oh, garri, you were more than just a drink.
You are the unsung hero of many gatherings.
With your powdery charm, floating berries, and sweetening brothers, you turn our hunger into laughter with a splash of water.
You are the life of a household, bringing people from all walks of life around a bowl.
Here is to garri, a drink that unites us, taught us the value of simplicity, and made itself readily available for our consumption.

The boarding school I attend has a restriction of generosity. For those who have been to boarding school and knew they had to manage their foodstuffs, there is this stingy spirit that will grip you tight and won't let go of you.

Even for our money, there is prudence and caution for each penny before we spend. A student in boarding school must be able to manage 1k for a week; if not, sapa will hold you in a quiet corner when your pocket becomes shallow and there is nothing else to eat.

Well, I understand everyone is aware of the situation at home, especially as a Nigerian, so they manage their resources well.

I remember how I used to hide my sugar in an empty toothpaste tube; I am just too stingy to the extreme until life decided to punish me in school one day.

That very day, I noticed my colleagues had been making use of my detergent every time I was not in the hostel. So I came back from class one day before anyone could get in and hid it close to where my kulikuli [groundnut snack] was.

After our final class that day, I returned to drink garri, which used to serve as my everyday lunch. The moment I sipped a spoonful of garri and broke a piece of kulikuli to accompany it down my throat, ladies and gentlemen, it began to foam in my mouth. That is when it dawned on me that my detergent had poured on my kulikuli, and I nearly cried.

I quickly brought out all the kulikuli, poured it in a bucket to wash, and it all began to foam.

Ha! Two thousand naira kulikuli my mom just bought for me, I cried. After washing it all, I spread it on zinc and had no idea that birds used to chop off kulikuli. They had perked close to half of my kulikuli before I found out. It was a horrible experience for me. This is when I realized that I had taken this act of stinginess too far. I tasted the kulikuli and realized it was all soft and would spoil the following day. So I called my classmate's and decided to be generous this one time.

I shared my kulikuli among them, and they all brought a bowl of garri around the table to feast on my kulikuli while I nearly cried. None of them even said thank you; they just kept chewing it and saying they were tasting detergents. Humans are not appreciative at all, free kulikuli, and they cannot even thank me.

Being in the university is so sweet.
families are proud of you.😃

On that special day that fell on a Tuesday, I woke up as early as 4:37AM as i had a sleepless night,,, cold wan finish me😤, as everywhere was so windy at the early hours of the day. It is quite unusual to have such a beautiful weather in Ekpoma (Edo State) in a season like that. This suggested to me that even the weather knew the specialty of that day’s event and then contributed to it’s pleasures😂.

So let me start by bringing my parents into this,,, before the D-Day, my mum and my grandfather has already come all the way from Benin to Ekpoma 🙄 just to celebrate with their son😊. My brother e nor easy to be first grandchild, if you don't get it, forget about it!
So to continue with our gist; as a devout christian that my momsi is, we had our morning devotion for almost for an hour😫, that woman can pray for heaven, Iye🤧.
And moreover I barely had such period of time to pray as days before have always been on tight academic schedules. After prayers, my mum and I did a little clean up in my room with my eyes terminally looking at the wall clock😂, I could not afford to arrive late at the special event. Was more like a wedding day to me. So my mum left me do the rest chores, while she quickly prepare something for me and my grandfather to eat. Mothers will always be mothers🥺
After the clean up, I quickly rushed to take my bath and brush my teeth and also I ate my food,,, then the time was already 8:57AM.

The event was scheduled to start by 10:00AM but i was already at the venue by 9:55AM,,,as the Bini spirit in me chooses not to show up its face that day, if you know, you know! Well my aim was to sit in the front row so i could obtain good visuals of the programs as they unfold, that kind tin😜

After the African time syndrome had been honoured, the program eventually started at about few minutes past 11:00AM and by then,we the matriculating students were already sited in our rightful place in the hall. Guests, lecturers, academic staff, non – academic staff, board of directors, the registrar and other dignitaries were already on sit and the master of ceremony asked a pastor who is the Dean of the Faculty of Arts to say the opening prayer and the event started properly. Oshe!!!

The euphoria in the hall was great as we sang the national anthem. All the high table members were honourably introduced by the master of ceremony after which the opening speech was given by the Father of the day, . The guest speaker of the day was invited to the stage with applaud from the audience and he gave a speech on “the roles of good moral behaviour in attaining academic excellence” and he admonished the students on the code of conduct of higher institution. After the speech, the registrar presented the Matriculating students to the dean and we were directed to swear the Matriculation oath after which the rector gave the closing remark. Again, the national anthem and pledge was taken and the program was brought to a close as we matched out to the red carpet for group pictures. The Great AMBROSE ALLI UNIVERSITY!

I was opportune to take pictures with some dignitaries. I also took pictures with my friends and course mates. I toured different music bands and danced till i was very tired and then i the venue at about 4:00PM. On getting home, i landed on my bed and slept the whole evening.

It is a Monday, and for me, a college student, it began with a deafening alarm that seemed to ring earlier than ever. I had an 8 AM practical exam that I hadn't had much time to prepare for due to a series of late-night study sessions.

Rushing to the exam, I realized that I had forgotten my student ID, which was required to enter the testing center. Panicked, I had to sprint back to my lodge and then back to the testing center to barely make it on time.
The practical exam was a brain-wracking experience, but it was only the beginning of an hectic day. After the test, we had back-to-back classes.

As I headed to the library to catch up on assignments, I got a text from my roommate, saying he had locked himself out of our shared apartment. I had to rush back to help him, causing me to lose valuable study time.

I returned to the library, only to realize that I had left my laptop charger at the lodge. Desperate to save my dying laptop, I borrowed a charger from a fellow student, promising to return it later.

With the day drawing to a close, I couldn't help but reflect on the hectic nature of my student life. The ups and downs, the academic pressures, and the constant juggling of responsibilities were certainly challenging. Yet, these experiences are shaping me into a resilient and determined individual, ready to handle whatever life throws at me.

Until next time, adios

My lodge mate next door is a very interesting lady. I always stare for long anytime she passes through my yard. I'm a lady too but I can't help it most times to help and admire God's works on nog just her appearance but her bubbling personality.

Her name is Oyiza. She never told me about her surname but why do I need to know anyway. What captivates me about her especially her appearance is her hair, she has long dark, rich, ebony hair which shines under the sun. It hits me the day I ask her if she has relaxed it and she replied "no" it's her natural hair. She has a piecing dark brown big eyes that seems to look right into your soul and her eyelashes are too long and too full that, I can't help but to call it an extension but she also told me that it's her real eye lashes. I had to beg her to let me pull it to be sure it her natural eye lashes. In the process I almost injured her eyes.

She's a very good definition of black beauty. With a nose so pointed like she's a Fulani girl, whereas she's an Ebira girl. She has body hairs too but it so slick and sleeps on her skin making it have a glistering shine in darkness. Her teeths are perfectly white with a gap tooth which has no stain whatsoever. I had to ask her what toothpaste she's using and she told me she's using MacLean!, Ordinary MacLean? I didn't believe her. I believe she's using something else to make her teeth this white!! She also have the most beautiful charming smile with dimples that sinks so cutely into her full cheeks.

To crown her perfection, she's endowed with a body that's the envy of every woman. Full front yard and full backyard with a stomack so flat like a pan. She's a perfect model.

Oyiza my lodge mate is also an azar woman. She has money like cool money. I don't know her account balance but what will one expect of a perfect creation like her? She definitely has men of all caliber lining up to her just to earn her glance. I said men of all caliber because I saw her bringing home sculpted gold and lots of gifts of which I heard she won an award plus a scholership in her depertment after engaging in a competition which she blow everyone with her intellectual prows. So, who won't like someone like that? She also have the most beautiful musical voice that makes you want to listen to her. She's all friendly and a generous giver she gets along with everyone except Tunde our next door lodge mate.

To be continued 🖤

Is anyone home?
Gbam gbam on the door
Adunni knocked persistently at the door.
It been a while he saw Johnson and her little girl,she wanted to check on them.
Johnson ,Johnson ,she shouted on top of her voice,she tried to peep from the key hole,but the whole room was dark.
One of the neighbors passing by,Aminat saw her.
Haa Aunty Adunni,boda Johnson is not around ma,Aminat explained.
But her daughter Moji has been with me since last night.
Adunni was surprised,even of Johnson is going to anywhere ,he used to drop Moji in her care ,what happened and where did he travelled to?Adunni thought to herself.
Aminat answered ..won o so fun mi o,it was at that stage that Adunni knew that she actually asked the question and not only a mind thought.
At that time ,Moji rushed out from Aminat room,she jumped as she saw Adunni.
Haa Aunty Adunni,o better ke ma mu lo Ile o,she cried over night asking for her daddy but seems she will be comfortable with you , main while this little girl eat like termites.
They both laughed
Adunni was happy to see Moji,Moji is three years old ,her mother died when she was giving birth to her ,it was that moment the world of Johnson came crashing ,it was one problem to another,he lost his job,he moved from a flat to face me aND face you .
Adunni carried Moji in her hand ,she set to depart from the house
Moji screamed..haaaaaaa
What happened?
Haaaaaaaaa
Daddy is inside
She pointed at the door
Which Daddy? Aminat asked
My daddy,my daddy,wake up
Aminat shouted,iwo omo Yi o ti baje ju,eyin e ma lo Ile jare
Adunni smiled,don't worry ,I will buy chocolate for you.

STrange
Who opened my door?
Adunni was surprised to find her door ajar, she assumed may be she mistakenly left it like that.
Moji feel free ,your daddy phone is not going through,I will cook for you now ,Moji smiled ,Adunni is the only loyal friend she knows with her Daddy,it was just a year ago they met when Adunni,a senior officer in the bank helped Johnson after he had minor accident with the motorcycle he took on loan for commercial purpose.
Fortunately Adunni was driving behind his bike before he feel into a ditch and the bike tumbled.
Let's thank God it's minor,Adunni told Johnson in her car after she had paid the hospital bill
Johnson was silent .
At a point she noticed that Johnson could speak impeccable English,it was there they became friends and Johnson told her how he was just trying to make end meet for his daughter after death of his wife and loss of his job.

Broken mirror..
Moji is already asleep,with chocolate stain all over her cloth.
Adunni looked at her and she smiled
She prayed,if she will see a good man that she can also give birth to a fine girl like Moji.
Ha,who broke my mirror
Ha did Moji threw stone at the big mirror that cracked form top to down.
Kilo nsele..She moved closer to the mirror,this is strange

Where is Johnson?
Well ,Johnson my friend where will he be now that I am not aware ,if Johnson is here ,he will be looking at the mirror telling me how one day he will look good again.
Adunni but Johnson is my kind of man,he cool headed and kind but he has not good job ,he is just managing here and there,after knocking himself down on the bike ,he worked in one small Nursery and primary school before he was sacked.
How will the world see me , marrying though educated masters degree holders but in penury,with my experiences of men ,I am so careful to take next step,when I discussed with my mummy too ,she said they prayed about Johnson and Prophet Gbogboaye said Johnson is not my husband.Adunni full of thought.
She smiled prophet Gbogboaye ,my mother favorite prophet.

She dozed off in her thought

E silekun
E silekun
Open the door
Aunty Adunni open the door
A neighbor banged the door shouting
Adunni jumped off from the bed
What happened
The neighbor was crying profusely
Haaa ,se bi boda Johnson se pari aye won niyen
Which Johnson,Adunni became impatient,e soro Madam ,please talk
The neighbor was lost of word,Mr Johnson door was later forced open after you left ,she was found dead.
Haaa Johnson allowed depression to kill him..mo gbe ooo
The neighbor was rolling on the floor.
Adunni was speechless , dumbfounded,she started crying too ,she went inside ,notice the broken favorite Johnson mirror ,she carried Moji ,she took her car key ,ready to go to Johnson house

had been looking forward to the practical test for days. I had prepared meticulously, going over every detail and equation until I was sure that I knew everything inside and out. My excitement had reached an all-time high, as I packed my bag and set out to arrive at the venue before time.

As I arrived at the practical hall, I couldn't help but feel the rush of anticipation and nerves coursing through my veins. After waiting around for nearly an hour and overcoming several tussles with jostling students, I finally entered the hall.

However, as I looked around, I couldn't help but feel a sense of confusion. None of the familiar faces were present in the room, and all around me were people I had never seen before. My heart sank, and an overwhelming dread began to consume me.

But I tried to shake it off and focus on the task at hand. I threw myself into the practical with enthusiasm, determined to do my best. The hours passed by in a blur, and I was surprised to find myself deep into the process before I realized that things weren't quite right.

It was then that the coordinator walked into the hall and made an announcement, one that would shatter my hopes and dreams. The practical, it turned out, was not meant for third-year students like myself. The test I had been slaving over for days was for 200 level students only.

All the excuses in the world wouldn't change the situation, and I was left with no choice but to pack up my belongings, downheartedly. As I made my way home, the disappointment I felt turned into exhaustion, and I could feel myself starting to come down with a sickness.

I woke up, to the reality and there was no light in my house. I felt really disappointed. It meant no electricity for the day.

I needed my phone, so I tried to find a way to charge it. I looked for a power bank, but I couldn't find one. My phone's battery was getting lower and lower.

I went outside, hoping to find a place to charge my phone. I ended up in a busy betting shop. People there were talking about football and making bets.

I joined the conversation about football. It was fun, and I forgot about my phone for a while. But I kept an eye on it because I needed it.

After a while, my phone finally had enough charge. I was really happy. I left the betting shop with a smile. It had been a strange day, but I found what I needed and met some interesting people.

As I walked out of the shop, a young guy approached me. He looked worried and said he was having trouble breathing. He wanted to know if I had any advice or knew about medicine he could take. I felt sorry for him, but I didn't know much about medicine. Our short talk reminded me that life can bring unexpected encounters, even on a day that started with no electricity.

Ayo and her friend Tope had been arguing for weeks about a group project they were working on for their class. Tope felt that Ayo wasn't contributing enough, while Ayo felt that Tope was trying to take over the project and not giving her enough say in the decisions. The tension between them was making it difficult for them to work together and get the project done on time.
One day, they decided to sit down and have a conversation to try to work out their differences. They agreed to use dialogue to solve their problem, to really listen to each other and understand each other's idea.
By using dialogue, Tope and Ayo were able to find a solution to their problem. They worked together much better and finished their project on time and received good compliments from the professor. From then on, they used dialogue as a tool for communication, helping them to avoid misunderstandings and to solve problems effectively.

Emma as he preferred to be called, had always been a quiet boy. He wasn't one to take the spotlight or be the center of attention. But today, he had no choice. The history teacher had announced that the class was expected to give a presentation on any historical event they deemed significant. Emma was nervous, but he knew he had to prepare.

As he walked back home from school, he contemplated the presentation. What was he going to talk about? Would he be able to speak coherently in front of the class? All these thoughts consumed him as he arrived home.

But his fears were soon set aside as he was faced with a different problem. Emma realized that the street light on his street had gone out. This was not the first time it had happened, but it was a problem. Emma needed to iron his uniform for the presentation, and without a light source, he was in trouble.

As the evening dragged on, Emma prayed for a solution. It was then that he saw a group of agents from the electricity company walking past their house. Emma saw them as a ray of hope. They were there to fix the street light, but unfortunately, the light never came on.

As night fell, Emma tried to prepare himself for the presentation, but his mind kept wandering to the dark street outside his window. He imagined the street light shining brightly, lighting up the night, but sadly that never happened. Emma grew frustrated and could not sleep. The pitch-black darkness outside his window was discouraging.

As the hours ticked by, Emma could no longer bear to lay in bed. Despite being unhappy that he would be putting on rumpled clothes in front of all the students in school, he took the presentation most seriously and read with undiluted zeal and effort.

The next day, he stood in front of the assembly, hands trembling, and was about to stutter, but all of a sudden, like a wave of fresh air, he remembered how hard he had prepared for it and how he risked his sleep.

An ovation shook the ground when he ended his speech flawlessly.
Behind those rumpled clothes was a soon-to-be most famous student in school.

My name is Betty, and I have always been the kind of person who strives for excellence. Ever since I started school, my goal has been to secure the first position in my class. I studied hard, completed all my assignments on time, and participated actively in class discussions. But no matter how much effort I put in, I could never seem to rise above the third position in class.

Feeling frustrated, I began to wonder what I was doing wrong. I observed my classmates who consistently outperformed me, and I noticed something they all had in common - they were never distracted. While I tried to study, there was always something pulling my attention away, whether it was my favorite TV show, my friends visiting, and the like.

I started by setting stricter daily routines. I blocked out specific hours for focused studying, ensuring that I was free from any potential distractions. I turned off my phone entirely or put it on silent mode, refusing to let it steal my attention. As for my friends, I kindly explained my goals to them and asked for their support in keeping me accountable.

Furthermore, I chose to make my spare time count. Instead of mindlessly scrolling through social media or watching random videos, I sought out educational content to fill my leisure hours, scrolling through @mindviewers news updates and educative articles. I discovered countless informative websites, read books on various subjects, and explored documentaries that expanded my knowledge. I found myself growing intellectually even during my downtime.

Weeks turned into months, and I soon realized the positive impact of my newfound focus. My grades started improving significantly, and I noticed myself climbing up the leaderboard. I was finally approaching that elusive first position that I had always chased after.

The day arrived when the final rankings were announced. I held my breath as my teacher called out the positions one by one. When I heard my name being announced as the top performer in the class, I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with joy. All my hard work and dedication had paid off. I had finally achieved the goal I had been striving for.

It was part of the Cultural and Creative Art (CCA) curriculum; to make an alluring material or object with paper Marsh.
The project required some starch and soft paper shreds or tissue paper.

I pondered on which object my class would find it tasking and perfect to go for.
I was their fun teacher and they all looked up to me. I didn't want to make a regular cup or bowl like the rest of the classes were making, I wanted something different, yet not too difficult or simple.

We started by buying the required amount of starch, which we bought in sachets and tissue rolls.
We started shredding the rolls of tissue paper and some unuseful papers that we got from the classroom shelf.

I ensured that each student partook in the process. Some were shredding the papers, some fetched water, some were doing the pounding while some withdrew the paper paste from the mortar and finally, I did the mixing.

Just when I thought that the starch was enough to stick the paste together, it shattered.
I continued adding the powder until the paste was firm enough.

I started from the structures and positioned the paste with broomsticks to form a solid mold.
It took about 30 minutes for the students to identify what I was molding.
They shouted in astonishment and lured students from other classes.

Something was still mixing. The object stood perfectly but something was missing We figured it out in no time; It was color.

Students must have spread rumors and it must have gotten to the ears of the headmistress because, after break time, she came to see for herself. She praised the artwork and portrayed interest in having the object beautify her table.
I only told her to let it dry.

Long story cut short...
I got a better opportunity than teaching the next week after and I remember inserting the flower vase in a nylon.
Yes! The flower vase is with me now, and I'm starting at it as I write.

Just yesterday, I went to visit a friend just to cool off and rest from the stress of week and all. As I arrived there, he was about going to the field to play football, so I just decided to follow so I could watch. We got there and there was too much crowd in the field and it was just only one field. So since everybody wanted to play, they were shared into up to six sets and gave 7mins for each round that will be played.
Everything seemed to be going well at the start and almost half of the sets have played when I noticed a group of small children came to the field claiming that one of the guys on the field insulted them and they brought sticks to fight the guy with. So some people tried calming the boys down but there was one who seemed to be their leader who wasn't ready to listen to anything. It was actually a funny and annoying experience because these little guys had their hair dyed red and none of them was more than 12yrs old and they were already showcasing and practising the life of cultist. Before we knew it these guys entered the field and said everyone should get out and not play ball there again that it's their land and their state that they are supposed to be paid before we can access the field which didn't even belong to them. There were series of arguments and all which almost led to a fight but everyone was cautious not to hit any of them because we are students in the area and their people might do anything to us anytime they like if we tried anything funny. That was how the whole fun was stopped by little children whom normally with one slap everything will be settled but because of improper home training these children were given they had enough guts and do anything they like.
It was a bad experience and it showed me the importance of proper home training respect to elders.

Nkiru was a stunning young woman, admired by many for her beauty and intelligence. Among her many admirers was a boy named Izu, who found himself drawn to her magnetic presence. However, Nkiru's fierce female pride made it difficult for her to express her true feelings. Izu who was unsure, kept his intentions hidden.

They both attended the same university, often finding themselves in the same social circles and classes. Despite their silent attraction towards one another, they maintained a cordial but distant friendship. Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, with neither Nkiru nor Izu taking a step forward to reveal their true emotions.

One day, the university organized an event, and Nkiru and Izu both volunteered to help. As they worked side by side, they discovered a shared passion for music. It was through their joint efforts that they began to forge a deeper bond, gradually breaking down the barriers of pride that had kept them away.

Finally, one sunny afternoon, as they sat on a bench in the university gardens, Nkiru found the courage to speak her heart. She confessed her feelings, her voice filled with a mix of vulnerability and sincerity. To her surprise, Izu's face lit up with a smile, and he admitted that he too had harbored deep affection for her.

From that moment on, their once-regular friendship transformed into something beautiful. Nkiru and Izu embraced their feelings, shedding their pride and insecurities, as they embarked on a journey of love and companionship.

The bony head seated beside me wasn't smiling and that was a red flag already.
I didn't read much for the exam and any little help I would find, I hoped to utilize. But the heavyweight 2000-pound head right beside me was even finding it hard to take my hands when I reached out for a handshake after being directed to the desk where I was to write the supposed exam.

It was half past the end time when I ran out of ideas; I had picked all the answers to the one I knew and perhaps a hand wouldn't hurt.
I glanced at the long face and he repositioned his paper and tried to conceal it from my eyes.

I felt bad for myself and for the family that birthed the simp. A lady doing that would be tolerable, but a full-grown man?..

I smiled and got back to my work, realizing just then that I had to rely on my knowledge and not cheat my way through the exam, no matter how difficult it seemed.

I tried my best to focus on the questions, going through them carefully and slowly. As I wrote, I couldn't help but wonder why the guy beside me had been so defensive. Was he more responsible than me? more righteous? Or could it be that it was pure wickedness?

Regardless of his reasons, I knew now that I had to do the right thing. I ignored the guy's presence and continued to work on my exam, determined to do my best.

As time ticked by, I managed to answer most of the questions, even if I wasn't entirely sure of all the answers. I finally put down my pen and handed in my exam paper.

Though I submitted earlier, I was to sit back and await the remaining time to countdown.
The man I had handed my paper over to was impressed by it obviously because he had been making good remarks about it and smiling same time at me.

"You finished early", I heard the big head say, with a grin.
I wondered if he was referring to me, could it be that he was one of these people whose brain touches, a minute they are responsible, the next minute, they are goats.

"Can you help me with questions number 25 to 60 please?", he added.
I could have turned away but then my curiosity pondered on what effrontery he had to ask for help after humiliating me and then I decided to help him. I am a good person.

He was filled with joy and thanked me after the exam as though I saved his life. I told him I was happy to help him, and while he left, I took a glance his way and let out a laugh. Surely he's getting an "F" on that course.

Today I woke up early, feeling a surge of determination to arrange my assignment and submit it before the noon deadline set by our strict lecturer, Mr. Thompson. Knowing his no-nonsense nature and firm code of conduct, it was necessary to follow all his rules to avoid failure.

I quickly got out of bed and ironed my clothes, making sure they were perfectly pressed for the day ahead. Gathering all the necessary materials, I prepared myself to head to school.

Arriving in the classroom, a mix of nerves and determination filled me. I knew the importance of meeting Mr. Thompson's expectations and adhering to his guidelines. I approached his desk, my palms slightly sweaty as I handed in my assignment. His gaze, fixed and stern, left me unsure of his verdict.

Days passed, and anticipation grew amongst my classmates as they received their graded assignments. I anxiously awaited my turn, constantly questioning if I had followed every instruction to the letter. Doubts clouded my mind, but I reassured myself that I had put in my best effort.

Well, hope for the best and will accept all your well wishes, The man is indeed strict.

The morning began with a hushed calmness and a hopeful atmosphere. As I opened my eyes, I couldn't shake off the underlying tension that gripped me. We had a daunting exam looming over us, scheduled for 11 am, and on top of that, an intricate assignment had to be handed in that very morning.

I was engrossed in the assignment, consumed by the fear of disappointing the strict individual who had assigned it to us. Due to this, I sacrificed my time for reading and studying. The result was an inadequate preparation as I couldn't dedicate enough time to gather the necessary knowledge.

I found myself fervently working on the assignment from 4 in the morning until approximately 11:53 am. Just as I was submerged in the task, absorbed in every word, my phone startled me with a call. It was a friend informing me that our peers were already being ushered into the exam hall. Panic set in, forcing me to abandon my work in haste and sprint towards the examination venue.

Exhausted and flustered from rushing, I commenced the exam. However, I quickly realize that my lack of preparation had left me vulnerable. The questions and concepts became unfamiliar, and I struggled to conjure up the appropriate responses. It was disheartening to grasp that my limited reading had compromised my ability to perform well.

To add salt to the wound, news broke that the submission date for the assignment had been extended until the following Tuesday. The flurry of mixed feelings washed over me, a strange blend of relief and regret. It felt as though all my efforts and time had been squandered unnecessarily. The opportunity to allocate more time and energy towards the assignment had been taken away, leaving a lingering sense of waste.

In the quiet aftermath that followed, I couldn't help but reflect on the events of that day.

As the sun broke through the morning mist, casting a warm glow on the university campus, I felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness. It was the day I was to write my most feared course, which happens to be a compulsory requirement if you must go to the next level.

I had spent weeks preparing for this exam, poring over textbooks, taking copious notes, and participating in study groups, there were days I read without food. Despite my efforts, anxiety gnawed at me as I entered the examination hall, my heart racing with anticipation.

The room was abuzz with students flipping through their notes and sneaking last-minute glances at their textbooks. I found my assigned seat, my hands slightly trembling as I set down my pen and exam booklet. The clock on the wall seemed to tick louder with each passing second.

Among the things that disturbed my memory was the noice from fellow students whispering to one another trying to remember the thing they read and memories. The invigilator was a bit inhuman as he would not just serve us with the question paper but kept us in a standby situation for hours.

As the exam paper was distributed, I took a deep breath and read through the questions. To my surprise, they were challenging, delving deep into the subjects we had covered. Panic threatened to engulf me, but I reminded myself of the hours I had invested in preparation. I began tackling the questions one by one, my mind racing to recall the information I had studied.

Minutes turned into hours, and despite my best efforts, time seemed to slip through my fingers. Doubts crept in, but I pushed them aside, focusing on each question with determination. Even when I encountered a particularly tricky problem, I forced myself to keep going, refusing to give up.

Finally, the last few minutes of the exam arrived. With a mix of relief and exhaustion, I reviewed my answers, making quick corrections where needed. As the invigilator announced the end of the exam, I submitted but the invigilator will not let us go it was at that moment he remembered we are to sign attendance

At this point the hall was scattered but in the end we signed the attendance and we are out of the hall. Don't ask me about the result because it's personal, just give me a like. Enjoy your weekend.

Felix was a carefree and jovial soul, known for his infectious laughter. However, he suffered from a peculiar problem - stinky shoes and soles.

His hostel mates teased him about it, and Felix felt deeply humiliated. Felix refused to let his shoe odor define him and focused on his academics and art. He realized that just like a flower, he too had the power to bloom and transform himself. Felix took extra care of himself, practicing good hygiene and trying out natural remedies. Despite his efforts, the smell did not completely go away, but Felix refused to be disheartened.

His hostel mates noticed Felix's determination, kindness towards others, and passion for art. They realized they had overlooked the amazing person he was inside. One by one, Felix's hostel mates apologized for their behavior, and they were inspired by Felix's resilience and his ability to rise above the taunts and embrace his true self.

Felix's journey became a source of inspiration for his entire college community. His artistic talent and the positive energy he radiated became admired, and Felix's smelly shoe and sole no longer defined him.

Just know that you can convert your weakness for a personal strength

I was glistening with joy and my face should joy and confidence. With friends talking, you easily spotted out my voice and loud laughter.

I was prepared for the exam. Had all reasons to remain confident, expecting a smooth easy paper. It wasn't an easy task but I was able to finish the course outline a night before.

After we were admitted into the exam center, we were seated in a well spaced pattern. Voices heard were distance and faint when the exam started.
The sparks which had remained in my eyes disappeared instantly and I dared not smile at the questions.

The questions were so complex and cruel to behold. I would love to continue the story but sleepy now. So to cut the long story short, when we were done with the exams, none of my friends or me either attempted cracking a joke. It was simply not what we expected.
But anyway...

Life in primary school has all the best of memories ranging from friends to events to teachers, to literally everything. Life was so easy and humorous then.

After my elder siblings had graduated from City of Grace (primary school where we all studied), they had to move me to a closer school since I was too young to walk the long distance to school.

Shalom was the name of my new school. It had colourful walls with animated paintings that interested all, a play ground which wasn't so large but could contain enough and finally a canteen behind where anyone could get all he/she wanted.

At first I noticed this dark, slim but beautiful round face girl during break period, she wouldn't stop staring at me where she stood.
I was leaning against the wall and would have tripped if not for the concrete support.

The next day I found thesame girl, this the she took my position where I leaned the day before and was beaming with smiles when I approached her. We greeted and she asked if I could play a game which she explained to me.

We became very tight friends until the day we graduated, I was going to see my wife no kore I thought. She gifted me before we parted ways and promised to keep our love intact till we met again.

I saw Ezinne last week, she was all grown up and not as dark, but not as beautiful as before. I called her but she didnt recognize me. I had to explain and express all the descriptive skills I had before she could scream "Oh" and hugged me.

What happened to our promise?
We were only but kids.

You see sometimes our good intentions can as well be to our detriment. Have you ever considered that?. Anyways if you haven't I will tell you about my own little experiences

Just woked up after a long night, and was getting ready for the activities of the new day. Still in that state a friend of mine entered with facial expressions that seems all isn't well just on a sight I was able to notice that.

What is the issue with you this early morning I asked? without any ado or any form of hesitation he answered my phone. How about it!!! it developed a fault he said. I took a deep breath knowing fully well that there is a problem.

The goal now is to fix the phone and with the little money he has but the problem is that he doesn't have physical cash with him for transportation. So I volunteered to give him the only one thousand naira left in my account hoping that after he rectifies fault in his phone he can give me back my money of which he agreed to do so.

On reaching the market there were lots of technicians calling on us but then we just needed to make sure we're in the right hands fortunately we spotted a place and we headed directly to the lucky guy

After formal greetings we gave him the phone and in our senses we thought is just a minor fault and he just needed to give it a touch. But to our greatest surprise it wasn't what we thought, as the phone technician can't just tell what the problem was. I may need to refer this phone to my senior colleague he said.

Now the journey started moving from one table to another some said is the battery another says it's the charging ic their most promising technician said is the mother board of which there is no remedy for it.

Just in disappointment we started coming back home it was just at that moment I remembered that the money we used for transportation was actually my last cash and I'm not expecting any soon.

Though we have an agreement of him refunding my money but on a second thought of the fact that our mission was aborted I couldn't stress more on him refunding my money but only left him to his fate.

You know what, even till now I'm still anticipating the money but it doesn't seem coming. Maybe I should just forget about it what do you think? drop it in the comment section and don't forget to drop a like.👎