OUR RESULTS ARE OUT
"Hello Tosin, I hear say our result don come out,
abeg help me check my own my matric number
na 699"
"Okay na, I go check am when I enter school
this afternoon" I replied the caller.
I hissed as I ended the phone call. That
afternoon, the session results had just been
pasted. I had received over thirty calls and 25
matric numbers , most of the calls from my
coursemates which I dont really know much.
Students and their penchant for disseminating
and seeking information , only God knew how
they got to know that I didn't go home for the
break and how they got my phone number.
I rushed my bath and took a cup of cassava
flakes, by the time i checked my phone again, I
had 5 more missed calls. I ignored the missed
calls and switched to the silent profile, I wasn't
interested in picking calls anymore that day
There was an hullabaloo of students as I got
close to the Civil Engineering Department Notice
Board.
" Hey, Tosin welcome oo, God don help me o"
Martin said as he rushed towards me with his
face full of smiles " I no get carry over o, oya
make we go check your own na"
Have I told you about Martins? Martins was my
course mate whose matric number was next to
mine. We always found each other in the same
hall. Martins is what I call a very sharp
photocopying machine. The guy was always poor
in every subject, ofcourse except for COPYING
101, he always had distinction in that. What
astonishes me about Martins is that distance is
never a barrier to him, he always device a way
of communicating with other students, he also
had a sharp vision, he could see answers from
your booklet even if your handwriting was as
small as microorganisms. Maybe because he
had a distinct set of eyeballs that could make
Segun Arinze loose hope in an 'eye contest'.
Getting close to the board wasn't easy as a
crowd of students were gathered there, some
had checked their result but would not leave the
board, they were ones who had narrow escapes
from withdrawal and the group of the gossipers
who talked about every other persons result.
" Tosin, I have checked your own, your is 4.6"
one of the gossips, told me as she spotted me.
"Okay, thank you. I still have to see it myself" I
replied without taking a second look at her.
As I got to the board, I couldn't help but notice
'Ak47', his face showed remorse nd regret, he
had been advised to withdraw, Ak47 whose real
name was Akeem who was one of the notorious
guys in the class, I remember him boasting on
the day we wrote the last paper, 'Dem no born
any lecturer papa well make him give me carry
over for this school, I go show am Pepper"
Now, it seemed he was the one who had been
showed pepper.
I scrolled through the list to confirm my GP, yes
she was correct, I had 4.62. "Well, thats
distinction, thank God" I said to myself. Then I
brought out a pen with the paper I had written
the matric number of the callers ,checked for
their Gps and wrote them in a hurry because I
couldn't stand the push from the back anymore.
Maybe I should have been patient because my
impatience there almost cost me my head.
Before I got out of the school premises, I started
sending reports to some of my friends via
Whatsapp and BBM. Then I received a call from
Wale.
"Oh boy, U don check am?"
"Yes, wetin be your matric no?"
"691"
"Okay" I checked through the sheet of paper and
replied in a low tone "omo na 1.2 you get o"
" Ah! No be withdraw be that?" Wale asked in
shock
" E be like so o"
"Ah, wo ni pe ko weedrawn, ti Baba e ba gbo, o
ma le e jade kuro nile ni" I heard an
underground voice speak in yoruba language. I
was sure it was his mum who was listening to
our conversation. She said " They've asked you
to withdraw? If Your father gets to know, he
would send you packing"
I wondered how Wale failed the exam. I knew
Wale study hard, he told us how he wasn't
serious during his secondary school days, how
he failed WAEC papers three times woefully
having the 'fatai' grade in all subjects
except yoruba. His father had vowed not to
send him to the University, it took the
intervention of their Pastor to change his
father's decision. After which the father warned
that if he failed again, he would have him
beheaded and send his head to the Ifa Priest in
the village for sacrifice to cleanse the land.
By the time I got back to my room, I was
soaked in sweat, I took a shower and laid on my
bed wearing only shorts. I slept off and started
having sweet dreams, A pretty damsel served me
a plate of pounded yam and egusi soup. I was
about to take the first lump when someone
shook me violently.
I opened my eyes to find Wale holding a
glittering machete above my head.
"Shhhhhh" he said to me " shey na you wan
destroy my life abi? I must carry your head go
house today"
Only God knows how I got the strength and
wisdom to dodge the machete strike and escape
from the room. Thank God for adrenaline, I've
heard it could make an heavily pregnant woman
somersault when trouble comes.
It was later I discovered that I had told Wale the
wrong GP, he didnt score 1.2, infact, he had
3.38. His father had heard he got 1.2 and
angrily sent his son away from home, after
which he took all the boys credentials and
certificates to an unknown akara hawker
"Please tell me, would Wale ever forgive me?"


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He go cut your head that one sure

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He go cut your head that one sure

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