MAN PROPOSES
The last two weeks of school last term was an exciting and unforgettable memory for me. My school was invited by the Nigeria Television Authorities to conduct the end of the year Christmas Carol celebration in the entire state. During our preparation for this glamorous event, I happened to be the lead saxophonist and I must confess, I had a lot on my table.

Going live on National Television for me was a big deal, knowing that the entire nation perhaps even the president of the Federal Republic could stumble by the television to watch our live performance and broadcast.

I perceived that there isn’t room for mistake or error. This put a lot of pressure on me because I had never been on National Television. However, our music coordinator encouraged me to shoulder the responsibility, but deep in my heart, I had the feelings that I was off my comfort zone: perhaps my music coordinator was pushing me too far.

One week to the day, the rigour and stress was getting at me gradually but I didn’t mind my body. Three days to the event, my hope for leading the school music band was dashed owing to malaria typhoid.
On the night I was rushed to the hospital, I practiced till about six in the evening after which I discovered my appetite for food was low. I went to bed and slept off about thirty minutes later.
The next day, I met myself in the hospital. There I saw a nurse who told me that I was rushed to the hospital in the middle of the night because I had become restless and my body temperature was off the chart.

One day to our live broadcast, the news of my state of being has reached the proprietor of our school. He summoned the music coordinator immediately to communicate my recent state of health and the immediate need to find a replacement for my role for the music rendition.

On the day of broadcast, I asked the nurse assigned to me to help tune the television to N.T.A at 1:00pm. I was excited having watched the presentation by two schools that performed really well. My heart began to ponder immediately the Master of Ceremony called the name of our school. I had shivers down my spine on the bed when I saw ‘Tolu Okulaja.’

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https://goxtramile..com.ng/2018/03/man-proposes.html

Nonsense.

But why @churchee?
Would you like if someone calls your brain work nonsense?