Find me Falling

I WILL JAM JAMB

Omo , why is everybody just putting unecessary pressure on me today sef am I not the one writing jamb?.

It's just the way my elder sister carried it on top her head telling me that if I don't pass I'll go and learn hairdressing for one year like what kind of encouragement abi confidence booster is that one ?

You've seen it na, in this house somebody will not hear word again

"OMA!!" Ewo what have I done now that my mum will be calling me like this

"OMA!!!!" Mum called out again

"YES mummy" I shouted back from upstairs

"Will you finish whatever you're doing and come downstairs now? You don't know you're writing jamb today abi did you forget?" My mum yelled, I hated it when she yelled

"But mummy it's still 04:12 in the morning na, it's a 1hr drive from rukpokwu to rumolumini and my paper is starting by 09:00 sef" I objected

" If I come and meet you up there you will not like what I'll do to you oh , you think it is like that that things are done, if it's like that your siblings wouldn't have entered university early with their mates if not for me ...

Now don't waste my time this girl it's too early to be shouting!!!" She finally stated.

What happened to African time? Sha God forbid that I'll go through all this stress again next year.

I quickly grab all the necessary documents that I think I'll need and said a quick prayer to God before rushing downstairs.

We prayed this morning before starting our daily activities and my mum didn't miss the opportunity to include my success in jamb in her prayers.

I made a promise to myself that I will jam Jamb and Jamb will not jam me .

By 05:09 we were already on the way to my jamb center but we were met with a serious traffic jam on the road.

A part of me thanked my stars that I had somebody like my mother who would go through any extent to see her children succeed.

God will not allow it that we would follow African time and meet this traffic jam, who knows maybe I wouldn't even have written jamb today sef. Thank you Lord.

After what felt like hours, we finally arrived at my jamb center and boy was it a sight to behold.

People were scattered everywhere, both young and old , some were crying and trying to maneuver their way into the school saying that they're coming from far that's why they came late but the security man wasn't taking their bait.

My dear mother took the opportunity to tell me that I would've been among this category of people if I had not heeded to her advice, and she was right....

I kinda felt bad for these people, the look of hopelessness in their eyes and the disappointed look plastered on the faces of their parents or guardian figure who came along with them...

Truly, life was unfair in deed .

I waited till around nine which is when I was scheduled to write my own exams (peculiar how we say write when it's more of typing) .

When my mum saw other mothers buying pencils for their children who are in the science field or writing a calculation subject, she deemed it necessary to buy a pencil and an eraser for me, an art student doing no calculations whatsoever, despite all my objections... I just had to go with it.

We started a bit later than we were meant to because of some technical difficulties. I found myself in the hall with a man twice my age sitting beside me, asking for number one answer....

I said a quick prayer before I commenced.

Surprisingly, the exam was not as difficult as everyone said it would be, Jamb is truly over hyped...

All in all it was almighty God who did it for me and made me to remember what I read. I was done with mine and still had 1hr to spare, I decided to use my spare time to crosscheck...

When I heard a girl complaining about her computer suddenly turning off without her submitting, I said my last prayers and submitted to avoid being in a dilemma.

Hmmm....guess I don't need the pencil and eraser after all.

I left the hall with a smile decorating my face which was in contrast with the look of utter horror plastered on my sweet mummy's face

I guess she was surprised to see me out so quickly

"Mummy I'm done oh, the exam was very easy" I voiced out

" EH!!, Are you sure?? Your mates are still inside you think is first to finish that they're doing here... Maybe if I ask this man to-" she went on.

"Mummy calm down I told you I'm done, no need to stress yourself you have nothing to worry about" I asurered her.

Truly the exam was a walk in the park which came as a surprise to me considering the amount of pressure that was put on me by my family.

I looked to my mother's side and found a guy who looked 2yrs older than me, crying on a lady's shoulder...

I was confused at first, till I heard my mum calling the principal of the school/owner of the center pleading on the guys behalf if he could retake the exam.

By the way the center I wrote my jamb was coincidentally the school I did my nursery to primary 1 till we moved. so my mum and the principal go way back...

Appearently the principal said it was too late, regardless of the fact that she owns the school her fingers were tied and there was nothing that she could do.... A part of me felt bad for the boy... Sympathy wasn't the only thing I was feeling towards this boy cause he looked like he just walked out of the cover of a freaking magazine

Needles to say that I was drooling over him.... But I wasn't though, buh I admit the boy was cute and I admired that about him.

Isn't it a little weird for me to be standing here in the middle of other sweaty bodies... Admiring someone who missed an exam you could only write once a year, * the great Jamb *? .

I'll answer that question. Yes, yes it is weird.

My mum and the lady who turned out to be his elder sister exchanged numbers as we tried to look for other means the guy could retake the exam.

We were currently in the car and lucky for me he sat beside me. Yay!!.

It was a huge bummer when we arrived at the supposed location for retakes and he was given only an email address to file a complaint. At least the look of failure in his eyes was replaced with a glimpse of hope.

We dropped them off at their street and said our goodbyes. But I was clever to catch his name before they left ~ Excel ~.

The moment we got home all I could think about was how I was going to see him again. Pardon me I'm not usually like this but after going through a bad breakup three weeks ago I really needed to get my mind off things...

Yes I was the one who brokeup with him but no I wasn't the reason we brokeup in the first place. My boyfriend was every Jss1-SS3 girls dream and there I was, a simpleton...

I won't say I'm a nerd but I read my books and pass my exams while avoiding any form of trouble. Isn't that what every good student should be like?.

This was one of the reasons I wondered what attracted him to me, I didn't think too much of myself but there he came, sweeping me off my feet...guess it was too good to be true when he cheated on me with the *bad girl* of the school.

The girl who everyone goes to if they wanted to *feel pleased* if you know what I mean....enough of my failed attempt of love.

Back to the matter at hand, Excel. I needed to find a way to get his number and I know just who to get it from.

Knock knock...

"Who is that" my mum asked slightly annoyed.

"Mummy it's me Oma"I answered. Apparently my mum calls me Oma short for Omalichanwa which means a pretty or beautiful person in a layman's term.

She opened the door to her room and I walked in with a sheepish look on my face.

"Hmm, this one you're looking at me like that I hope all is well" she said giving me a weird look.

" Yes mumm, I wanted to ask you for that boy's sister from earlier today I need her number, I know someone that can help them" I quickly said

She reluctantly gave me the number. As son as all eleven digits hit my phone, I speed walked out of the room into my own room and chatted his sister up on w******p telling her the same story I told my mum, but this time asking for her brother's number and she sent it.

Don't get me wrong, I really did know a guy that could help but I also had my own ulterior motive for collecting his number.

I first of all saved his name as... ~Excel?~ and sent a text

°°°hey it's the girl from earlier today... I just wanted you to know that you'll get through this, I think I know someone that can help°°°

I waited for not what felt like but literally 1hr 36mins and he was online. I ran out of status to view and decided to get some sleep when suddenly, My heart was beating out of my chest...

~Excel?~

°°°Sorry for the late reply, a lot is on my mind right now...I let down a lot of people

It's sweet of you to think of me when you don't even know me, not a lot of people do that. Thank you

So what do you have in mind ??°°°

OMG he repliiieeddddd!!!!!