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Hehhehehehehehehehehe and what's wrong in studying arabic?

What am I supposed to do with it?

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Jamb has finally destroyed my life
(NOW COMPLETED)

After being transferred to Adetino Adekporno University Gwangawara to study Arabic. JAMB became my greatest enemy. Truly, it wasn’t only the enemy from the village that’s doing me, JAMB is among them. They made me to think that things are never going to be well with me again, like I am going to waste away doing what I don’t want in life, as if there is no God. But I refused to think about it. I knew I was devastated, I looked like a half mad man, like I’ve not eaten for five days. But I refused to believe that there’s no God. There is God oh.

What am I supposed to do? I was transferred to a private school which my family cannot afford. Crying became my food. I hardly cry, even after seeing a dead man, I will mourn with them, but you will never see tears in my cheek. Even when I try to, it will look as if I’m faking it. But after JAMB has shattered my life, tears could not stop flowing down from my eyes down to my mouth like an ever flowing stream, tasting salty. I know I’m a handsome boy, a lot of people had said it. I have a lips every lady would want to kiss, red and attractive with a wild gap in the upper row of my teeth. Average height with a spontaneous body building that gave justice to my handsome looks. I have some abs which I think it’s natural, because I’ve never been to the gym.

I have just realized it’s not all about the looks, but about the grace. Maybe it was because of my sin, maybe I was becoming proud and pompous. I could remember vividly what mama told me. She said that when I was much younger. I looked more handsome and blessed with a charisma people could not withstand; even in the market, people could not stop touching me. I looked more bright, huge and handsome. I loved it whenever mama say that, whenever she praise me over the good things I did. Like after checking my jamb score, mama rubbed my back like the way painters do when painting a story building. That was what I’d earlier wanted, to hold me I her arms and say “son you have done well” to tickle the back of my head and say “Nnaa you are my happiness” I love mama so much.

“You must start trade immediately. I have discussed with your uncle Amanze and he has promised to lend some money” Uncle ikeobi said.
I couldn’t believe it. Seriously, I didn’t want to believe it. His children are all in school and after hearing what happened, he did not wait for that day to pass before coming with his hilarious suggestions. It was as if he knew what was going to happen and was ready for an action. Mama could not stop crying. I saw tears in her cheeks, of cause her eyes were wet. It continued rolling down and didn’t stop. I wished there was something I could do. Of cause I’ve already done all I could to put a smile on her face but the enemy JAMB has destroyed it. I felt like shouting at uncle Ikeobi but I couldn’t. If I talk back at him, and he changes his mind and refuse to help, what will finally become of me. God I can never commit suicide. I don’t know about Humble and his family’s decision. Of cause his father is able and capable to see his son to any University he wishes to go to. Even if it’s Covenant University.

I always think that Humble’s life is better than mine. Even though girls like me more they like him. He’s from a rich family. He was transferred to a good school even though private but with a manageable course.

Uncle Ikeobi had asked me to choose between starting a trade and going to serve someone through which I can learn a trade from him (legal slave) I said no. Capital no. I can never do that. I can’t stand the behavior of some housewives. Before someone puts me into temptation like Joseph in the bible and then destroyed the little life JAMB left aside.

Everything has been concluded. I am going to stay at uncle Ikeobi’s shop for one month before I go to mine. Thanks to JAMB. That was what they have just made my life to be. Someone that supposed to be in school studying. They have shattered my dreams, vision and goals in life beyond repair. Arabic study my foot.

A little hope came back to me when Humble called and told me the federal government has overruled the new JAMB eligibility policy and that every students with jamb cut off marks can write post UTME of the school they have chosen. That was in the shop. I jumped up so high in happiness and my head hit on the upper lay of the door. It got swollen but was not noticeable. My uncle was not around then, I did not tell him. My prayer points changed to let this news never be a rumor. Guess what? I’ve already started studying for post UTME. That’s what I love doing.

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Promise Onwuachu
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