Bobby came over the following day to inform me that those who wrote the day before us had seen their results. That meant that our results would be published the next day. I was filled with both anticipation and trepidation. What if I flunked it? I had already gotten a JAMB score that was below expectations, what if this one turned out to be the same thing?

The weeks after I saw my JAMB results had been terrible for me. My friends and teachers couldn’t believe that the golden boy of St. Charles, the best in his set had gotten a lowly score of 205. I was down, I knew what I’d written, so what could have happened? Things got worse when I saw that the results of others had been better—way better—than mine. The big question I asked myself was: what if I was an empty vessel making a loud noise?

Bobby also filled me in on how he returned the previous day. After he had relieved himself, he had luckily found a bus that brought him back. I still taunted him a little about it before he finally left.

The next day, I couldn’t eat as worry ate at me. My mom had asked Chidimma to check the results and report back to her and I was waiting for it like a suspect waiting for the jury’s verdict. I’d never repeated any exam. Would I start now?

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