"Yesterday, I was finessing.
Today, I was stressing.
But right now, I just received a blessing.
Atimes, things might look emasticated, elasticated,
They might not have germinated,
They may have suffocated.
But we know with you, we shall be elevated."
- culled from SWIL 2.° ° °
Let's take a second to thank the Almighty God for keeping us all🥺♥️ Alhamdulillah for everything.
• • •That evening after lesson, Demmie sent Ramos to call me that he wanted to talk. I knew it was about the issue from before so I didn't answer him. After the lesson, I walked with Lydia and Jetemi to the school gate as I waited for my bus to come. Minutes later, it arrived and I left.
When I got home, after freshning up, I logged in on my WhatsApp. Jared told me what I did on the field didn't make sense. He said I let my anger get the best of me and I embarrassed Demmie. True though, my anger got the best of me but I couldn't help it at that very moment. I told Jared it was Demmie's fault anyway. Still, he said what I did was wrong. All the best.
Two weeks went by, fast forward to my JAMB day. Did I mention that I was one of those that opened floor for the exam? Well, I was. I wrote my exam on Friday, the first day. It was a bit difficult but all the same, i look up to God. Thomas did his on Saturday and I called to ask how it went. He said it was fine though calculations were so much in his Physics. Well, same as mine though.
This morning, my dad told me to check my result before leaving for school. The results are released on the third day, so, it was to be released today. I was really scared, so I gave my brother; Brother Oriire, the phone to help me check it. When he checked, he didn't say anything at first. I was really scared. I thought I failed. Then, he told me it's showing "Result withheld. Try again later". Somehow, I felt better, though I was still a bit scared.
Getting to school, my mates were in the hall already. Since we're now preparing for WAEC, we don't attend assembly anymore. When the assembly is going on, we're always in the hall. As I stepped into the hall, I heard my name from the front.
"Demilade!!!" It was Lydia. She ran towards me with Jetemi as they gave me a brief hug.
"Good morning." I said with a small smile.
"How're you? Have you checked your result?" They chorused.
"Yes jare."
"How far? What did you score?"
By now, some of our mates and some of B class students already gathered around us to hear the score.
"Result withheld jare. I don't know what's wrong with them." I said.
"Ahhhhh!! Dami too. His result was withheld."
"Maybe you people had 400 ni." I heard Thomas say.
"Odeh." I said. "400 ko. Sha be whining somebody there."
"Abi oh." Lydia said. "Thomas himself scored 280 oh."
"Mad ohhhh. I trust you." I said, as I shook his right hand, laughing really hard. He really tried sha. Well, I'm not surprised, he worked for it. I'm proud of him.
"Mtcheew. That low score. I was expecting 300+ sef." He said.
"Ehn? Shey ya not mad sha? You had 280, you're not happy?" I said to him.
"That's what we're still telling him oh." Jetemi said.
"How far? How about you guys' score?"
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