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My Jamb Story
The Concluding Part
A wandering evangelist or tourist, whichever
you choose to call me.
My struggles with admission continued, yet i
was determined to make my 5th jamb the
last.
Desperation coupled with determination and
a revenge minded preparation led me to
purchasing my 5th Jamb form.
I was no longer a novice when it comes to
filling Jamb forms in fact i deserved an
honorary degree because i had become a
wizard in school combination, subject
combination and school abbreviations.
I was so much in need of admission that i
could have gracefully accepted YORUBA
ENGINEERING from any school that was ready
to offer such.
Jamb and admission were becoming an
unclimbable mountain to me. I thought of a
better plan...
All Nigerian Universities i applied and chosen
for post-utme exams refused to admit me
and then i started wandering if my
forefathers had offended them.
I jumped from one school to another writing
exams, exploring and adoring the beautiful
structures only to find my name missing on
their admission list.
Permit me to pour out m,y mind, each time
an admission list was out, i used different
permutations of my name to find out if there
was any error of any sort but the same story
continues...
I moved closer to God, in fact i attended
almost every church programs. As if that
wasn't enough, i prayed at different
mountains just to see if the password to
Jamb was hidden somewhere around there.
Ori-oke gbogun mi, Ori oke Olode, Odo-Owa,
Ikeji Arakeji, Ori Oke Isegun, Oke Iye, Ori oke
Aanu, Ori-oke Erinmo-Ijesha, Ori-oke Ogba
Alaafia.... and many others
I prepared for the exam in abetter way,
covered the syllabus, attended tutorials and
also worked thoroughly on the past
questions.
I got to the exam hall earlier than usual, did
the exam and was glad i smashed it.
I went back home, cross-checked all
questions and concluded i should score
around 259.
No pride! No high shoulders! I was only glad
i did the right thing but there was a prayer i
forgot to say...
The result was out, i went to the cafe, saw
many people lamenting over poor results. Ha!
059, 103 in fact 018, i wondered what they
went to the hall to do.
I checked my result with both eyes widely
opened but guess what? I discovered i
forgot to say a prayer...
"189" was out of it, i rejected the slip and
requested for a re-print but alas! i only spent
extra cash. I shook my head, went home and
hoped for a re-mark.
Instead "Oga Dibu" asked me to bring
N100,000 for a re-mark. Did i pay 100k to
purchase the form?
I forgot to include this man in my prayers
and i somehow paid for it...
A school came to my rescue, even though i
didn't appreciate it at first, i later did since it
could offer me a Bsc. Comp. Sci. without
Jamb, "Oga Dibu" and Post-Ume
THE END!!!