OLISAEMEKA!
OLISAEMEKA! I don't quite remember whether it was the sound of the crowing chickens or the desperate bleats of the ever hungry goats in the pen that woke me up that morning. I opened my bloodshot eyes and stretched like a flying bird, clearly starved of sleep ,I had slept for just an hour or so. Whoever made history the first paper in the Senior School Certificate Examination deserved death by flogging with a peppered cane. I had read all through the night to the wee hours of the morning, the molten candle wax trickling all the way from the top of the locker to the cracked floor,a white evidence. I and my friend Olisa were the only candidates that offered history from St Patrick's. Widespread complaints about the collosal history notes, hatred for Mr Iwuchukwu our history teacher and the legend that it was impossible to pass history in the SSCE had gener...
Noble savage
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