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ALWAYS THE TWO
WAEC has come and gone. The best student gets a scholarship. Mama's ijele dance story seemed to have catalyzed the tall boy's life. ' I won't bow to failure' was what he kept telling himself during the exam period. He studied severely in his quest to make failure bow to him and invite success to a banquet. He knew Mama wouldn't be able to sponsor his tertiary education and this scholarship proposal was his only hope.
It wasn't long before the results were released. As usual there were many students who bowed down to failure and would consider rewriting the exam next year.

Feyikemi12:
nice write up, but please don't keep us waiting o

Good to know someone is reading. What are your views on the work. This is just like an appetizer sha. Might write on a beta work if God willing.

"In my youth, I was the best ijele dancer." Began the old woman.
Ijele dance was their traditional dance. It requires high expertise to perform its complex dance steps. Every young maiden aspire to learn the dance.
"but being the best wasn't an easy achievement. Good things don't come easy. I twisted my ankle twice while learning the dance steps. I almost stopped practicing. I almost bowed down to failure but I didn't. Failure is overrated for all I cared. I looked failure straight into the eyes. Failure saw my determination, my persistence, my perseverance. Failure being such a coward came trembling, and failure bowed before me. That was how success came to me." That was Mama's story.

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MAMA'S STORY
The tall boy was not in a good mood. It was the first time he stood up to anyone in his life. Ntike really dealt with him. He might not have been horribly dealt if not for the slip. But for all he cared his efforts were as good as poo. He was just tall for nothing, irrelevant and nobody will ever look up to him.
Just then, Mama entered his room. His thoughts were interrupted. Mama wasn't mad at him when she heard of the fight. She heard that her grandson was involved in the fight unlike the previous times in which he made no attempt to defend himself. She had a story to tell him, an interesting story.

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Another fight
The tall boy was returning from the stream with the pot of water on his head when someone roughly past him, he staggered and almost let go of the pot of water on his head. It was no other person but Ntike. He only looked at him pitifully and made up his mind not to react. He turned to leave but Ntike wanted a fight for no just reason. According to him, the tall boy was always feeling too big and would snub anyone he sees including ignoring him.
He rushed the tall boy and pushed the pot of water from his head and it went crashing. This so much infuriated the tall boy that he lost control and made up his mind that Ntike would surely get what he wants. A bloody fight took place and so bloody that it seemed that every blow forces blood off their mouth. Ntike knew that this was a different fight. Everybody fears him but this weakling had the courage to give him a good fight.
Unfortunately for the tall boy, he missed a step and Ntike capitalized on that slip and lifted him and threw him on the ground and held him firmly on the ground forcing sand down his throat.
It was almost at this point of the fight that some adults who were going to fetch water saw the fight and separated them.

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PROF OBI
The tall boy just told Mama about Prof Obi's visit to their school. He promised to award a scholarship to the best student in the upcoming SSCE. Prof Obi used to be a lecturer before swapping to politics at the latter stage of his life. He was a well known philanthropist. The scholarship would see the winner up till his final year in the higher institution.
"okay. Read well for the wayeki and pass your jamb. I know that God will see us through." Mama replied.
"I will try my best." Answered the boy.
In his heart, he knew that it was an uphill task. In today's world, only few mischievous students are blessed with outstanding intelligence. Paul Nze also known as Ntike was such and he was favourite to win the scholarship.

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THE TALL BOY'S DREAMS
The tall boy had his own dreams. His dream was a tall dream. His dream was to study pharmacy in any good university around the world. He would then go on to own the biggest pharmaceutical company in the country. But the death of his parents seemed to hinder his dreams, his once tall dream seemed to have shattered. His father was a business man in the city. Although his father was not wealthy, he was not poor either. His mother was a house wife. His father wanted her to look after their children once she starts to give birth. He disliked the idea of a housemaid or a nanny.
But at a tender age, he lost his parents. Nine months after he was given birth to, his mother passed away in a ghastly motor accident. His father loved his mother dearly, and it seemed that her passing away affected him both emotionally and psychologically. His life was never the same again and he never recovered from the shock of losing his wife. His business was going down the drain. It wasn't long, before he took ill. The doctor's effort to make him well worsened up his condition. It was long before he gave up the ghost.
Mama came to the rescue of the baby and trained him up. Mama taught him many things. Mama taught him never to give up or give in without a fight. Mama taught him that no matter how shattered his dream might be, he could still pick up the broken pieces and make a brand new dream.

CONTINUED
"hey! You won't kill me. A boy of your age did this to you. Come and have a handshake." Replied the old woman extending her hand to her grandson.
To be frank, Ntike was a troublesome boy. He was huge and had an intimidating stature.
"did I train you up to be a punching bag? Your father was a man of strength and your mother was a woman of varlour. Who do you take after?" Lamented mama.
The tall boy could only bow down his head. He was ashamed, ashamed of his impetuous, ashamed of his inability to rise up to big occasions, ashamed of his weakness, ashamed of everything about his life. He was just tall for nothing.
"Go inside, change your clothes, wash your face and come and help me in kitchen" Mama told him leaving for the kitchen. She was murmuring something maybe about his grandson's inability to rise up to occasion. As for the tall boy, he moved clumsily into his room .

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MEET NTIKE
Mama was in the kitchen. She just came back from the market. She sells vegetables, fruits, garri and fresh pepper at the market. She came home and rushed to the kitchen to prepare lunch for her dear grandson. She was preparing egusi soup. The egusi soup was to be eaten with pounded yam. Her grandson would be back at any moment.
Mama was still washing the pepper to be used for the soup when she heard the sobbing of a young boy. She rushed out of the kitchen to see who it was that was crying. It was her grandson, the tall boy crying. His school uniform was in a mess. His white shirt was very dirty and tattered, while his buttons were all gone except for one or two. His head was covered with bruises and his mouth was swelled up. Mama didn't any dibia to tell her that her grandson was involved in a fight. A fight in which he was brutally battered.
"Nnam, who did this to you? It is a pity that I wasn't there to fight for you. Now tell me the person let me go and ask him why he should beat you like a thief"
"Ntike" answered the tall boy almost in a whisper.




TO BE CONTINUED

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THE TALL BOY
Although he lacked the physical strength which could be attributed to a normal boy of his age, he was a cheerful boy. He now lives with Mama after he lost his parents at a very tender age. Mama was his father's mother. Mama was a woman of grace and character. But for the boy, he grew up into a quiet and well reserved gentle boy. One thing remarkable about him was his height. He was extremely tall, very much taller for his young age. Thus, he was fondly called 'nwata nwoke ogologo' the tall boy

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Number 38
AMAZING
You are amazing,
Just the way God made you.
You could be blazing,
As God has made you to be 'you.'
As you are wonderfully made,
And have been given a high grade by God.
Even sometimes things might go bad,
Just know that God is still good.

You are amazing,
As you have been buzzing.
And your talent,
Makes you so prudent,
Whether you are white or black,
Or fair or dark.
No matter your country,
Your achievements should know no boundary.
This shows that you are special,
As you possess the potential.

You are amazing,
Just as how hard you work.
People will always be gazing,
At your own work.
Your life would remain a study,
As People would do nothing but see,
Things you worked for known as goody.
As you fly high above the sea.
Even things in your mind,
Makes all to ponder;
And all they could find,
Is that you are such a wonder.

You are amazing,
And also so dazzling.
Don't take a glimpse off your imagination,
As it takes you beyond your limitation.
The secret in your smile,
Takes you a mile.
And as if you were a maze,
You cant help but to be amaze.

Wishing every contestant d better best of luck and plead wit them 2 rememba dt putting pen 2 paper is a serious affair!