SEX And Survival Episode 4
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The hall was so calm with intense pressure on everybody. Three external invigilators had been sent to our school to make sure the exam was free and fair without any form of exam malpractice.
They warned us to behave ourselves that if they catch you doing any form of malpractice, your answer script will be torn and then you will have to come back the following year for a second missionary journey. We all dreaded the thought of coming back the following year to write WAEC. It was never anyone’s Prayer. We all sat there hoping for the best because we knew we can not attempt the questions on our own.
Our eyes lit up with hope when we saw the principal negotiating with them at one corner. Our principal na guy man. He won’t sit there fold his hands and allow us to fail. If that happens, many students will register for WAEC next year in another school because everyone wants a place where they will pass in one sitting even if it involves paying extra money.
Before we know it, we saw food packaged in beautiful nylon bags being handed over to them we didn’t see any money given to them but we all knew money was involved. They went for a seat to do justice to the food, each to his own. Just then, the game started and it dawned on us why the school and it’s management left the invigilators at first. They were busy working out the answers.
They flooded the exam hall and started distributing the answers in a fullscap to those who paid for runs. I waited patiently until my own package got to me. I wasted no time as I interpolated everything in it into my answer script. Our teachers cannot get it wrong. They have been in the game for years and they always delivered. The story will not be different during my own time. God forbid bad thing. I must pass. I realized that they do set questions from topics covered from SS1 to 3 and I wondered how these examiners expected us to remember all these things.
After copying everything, I took a sigh of relief. The next thing was to submit and say bye bye to secondary school. I looked at the window and saw John standing there. He was looking at me. When my eyes finally met his, he smiled and I smiled too. I saw his lips move. I didn’t hear him clearly but I could tell he was asking if I have finished writing. I nodded and he waved his hand signaling to me to submit. I looked at my answer script again. There was nothing more to write. I submitted and scanned the hall for Adaku but I couldn’t spot her. The hall was so big.
We came out of the hall and saw other students walking around the school compound. Some girls were crying because they would no longer see their friends. Some were taking pictures together. I drew Johnny closer and hugged him deeply right in front of everybody because I know that ones we go back to our various homes where we all came from, we will not have to spend good time together again
That night I didn’t return early. John took me out and we had a good time together. He escorted me home and stayed back. He insisted he wanted to pass the night I only felt pity for Adaku who will be deprived of sleep tonight because I know Johnny will make love to me all night long.
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I wrote Jamb and passed in flying colors. Not long after that, I got an admission in UNIZIK to study mass communication. The acceptance fee alone was 24,500 naira but I didn’t have that kind of money anywhere and I couldn’t go to my mum for help because she made it clear that she doesn’t have money to send me to the University. I told her I must go to the University like the rest of my mates.
Sometimes, I strolled up and down Ifite road at UNIZIK checking the price of lodges there. It was too much and not something I could afford. Some of the hostels were stamped at 120,000 naira for one year while some are a bit above that.
I took a bus going inside the school to have a better look of my faculty and saw my mates roaming up and down. I know most of them have paid whatever fee we were required to pay. They had rich parents who are ready to spend money to educate their children. I got into one of the management science building and broke down in tears. I had taken JAMB for nothing. I had no money to pay for the acceptance fee. I had no money to pay for a lodge and most importantly, I have no money saved anywhere to pay my first year school fees. I got an information from a trusted source that freshers pay a total of hundred thousand naira and above for first year. I put down my face on the chair desk and wept. I have written jamb for nothing. Truly, university education is not for the poor.
TO Be Continued
