"Sometimes, you have to kind of die inside in order to rise from your own ashes and believe in yourself, and love yourself enough to become a new person."
_ Gerard Way _
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𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐀 (Simisola André Jordan)
Two days ago, I had sat in a hall filled with hundreds of other students, some from my school and many others from several other schools around Lagos, and written JAMB.
Two days ago.
Everything was neat and digital and timed down to the second, like the system itself was daring you to slip up. I remembered sitting in front of the computer, staring at the questions as they blinked back at me, my mind moving but not quite landing anywhere solid.
Answers came, but they did not feel certain.
If someone asked me now if I passed, I would not be able to give them a straight answer. I could not even say, with any certainty, if I had passed.
And if I was being honest with myself, truly honest in that quiet place where lies do not survive, I did not particularly care.
That was the part that bothered me the most.
Because I knew I should care. I knew I was supposed to care. JAMB was supposed to be this big, defining step. The gateway. The thing that determined where your life would go next. Admission to the University. Course of Study. Direction. The next step.
The future.
But my head was too full for that.
Everything about the future felt like trying to look through thick fog. You knew something was ahead, but you could not see it clearly enough to trust it.
There were more pressing things sitting on my chest right now, pressing in from every corner like storm clouds gathering over a sky that had already forgotten what sunlight looked like.
University?
The word itself felt empty in my mouth.
University felt like a distant idea, something other people talked about with excitement and plans and certainty. I did not even know where I wanted to go. Whether I wanted to stay in the country or leave. Whether I even had the luxury of choosing.
