Andy

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Andy
Happy New Month
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Greetings esteemed pejowebians!🥰.
Just in to wish us all,a HAPPY NEW MONTH.✨🤗
 
  I have been off for a while now,been down tho,am better and stronger now!😊.
Thanks to everyone who took out time to check up on me,it really helped me in getting myself back together,the feeling that people actually loves and cares for you!
@Hamzwrites,@Elina_Elin,@Nnenna,@Bettie @Nifemi,@Victor21,@EmpressUdok,@Youngancient, @Zeena. U guys are awesome,thanks for checking up on me. Can't heart you less✨❤️.
 
Who missed me ooh?...🤗
I missed u all,for real.🙈.
 
A quick revelation,this is my birth month oo.✨👌.
11days count!...let's all anticipate!🥰🥰
 
What did I miss? Oh yeah,missed my boss' birthday celebration? How did it go? 😊
 
My office is dusty fa,these boys are just so stubborn fa,where is Victor,Crisben,Lamii and Xamani...sweep and arrange my office now!!!!🙄😏.
 
Am back now,fully active...let's get back to work!✨🤝.
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Once Upon A Dullard
~3.0 mins read
2012, I had just finished secondary school. I had written JAMB, seen result, calculated the marks I had to get in Post UME to get into school.
I think my exam was on a Thursday. I travelled on Monday. Prepared. 
A little past eight, Thursday morning, I was in the faculty with like a thousand others. 
After hours of disorganization, KSU (Kogi State University) threw a handful of us into one classroom and gave us sheets. 
The questions were cheap.
 I was swift.
 Was done in no time.
 They wouldn’t allow me submit so I took it upon myself to calculate the kind of score I was expecting. 80.
 Bad as e bad, 75. Not a mark less, abeg.
 
In a fortnight’s, Mom called to tell me results were out. I rushed over to a cafe, told the operator to check my result and faced the other way.

Click. Click. Click.
“Na 15 you get.”
 
“Eh?”????
He pointed to the screen. I looked. 15. With my mouth agape.
I shook my head. “I no understand.”
 
“Na 15 you get na bros”
 
Now I was confused. I asked, “Wait, na 15 be d final score of d exam?”  
“Okay, you wan add your own? Guy, na 15 you get.”
 
“See,” I said, “check am again, abeg.”
 
“Guy, you no dey hear exam result for morning? Na 15 you get.” He was trying hard not to laugh. I swear down I could see it.
 
"Print am come au-side," I told him. He did. Where I come from, you don’t pay any computer operator idiot when you fail an exam (yes, it’s their fault you failed), so I told him I had to make a quick call outside before I came back to give him money. That was the last he saw of me.
 
I called my guy. “Onojaaa, you don check?”
“Post UME stuff?”
“Yes. Wetin you get?”
He paused. “You wey dey ask me wetin I get, you, wetin you yourself get?” ???????? 
After arguing who should say it first, I told him I got 15.
“Over 100?”
I said yes.
 
He laughed out loud so I concluded he had passed and said in my heart, “So, this buffalo go first me enter school!” But no, I hadn’t heard his own yet. 
“Your own good nah,” he said. “You pass me with 3.”
Oh, what joy in my heart! It feels good when your friends pass with you- or fail with you. ????????????????
 
Dad came home that evening and asked about my result. 
A missing script was more honourable than that cursed score, 15, so I told him I had missing script, that in fact the five of us who came to check all had missing scripts, that “the site” gave us N/As (not available) for results.
 
“Not available? 
Not available?” 
 
He kept repeating “Not available” like he just learnt the words.
 
“Not available?”
I kept saying, gravely, “As in eh!”
Something told me he didn’t believe me but I ignored it.
 
“Bring your reg number.”
 
I stood, unmoving, sullen, suddenly mad.
I gave it to him and walked away. 
I knew he had sent it over to be checked and had gotten to know my score, for when he stormed into my room, his glare told me I wouldhave no peace in that house till the day I left it. ????????????????.
 
So, I was at my uncle's place some weeks back while he was scolding his last born for scoring a measly 182 in JAMB, brandishing him a disgrace to the family. Haq haq haq????
 
And here is me recalling how I failed woofly in my first attempt at Post UTME. ????????
 
"Yeah, once upon a Dullard!
Well, am now a graduate from one of the best schools, with a second class upper (BSC).
 

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