Bolaji and Niyi

“You people are feeling like as if you have arrived,” Mr Akinbode, the Mathematics teacher said, and the class erupted into boos and cheers. “Let me tell you the truth o, you have not arrived at all. You have only just started, because it’s now you’ll write WAEC, JAMB, and for some of the less smart ones, NECO. And let’s assume you pass all those, you’ll have to write post JAMB. If you pass those ones and you manage to enter university, you’ll have to fight to stay in the school. You’ll write your 100L semester exams, and when you finish that one...” the boos grew so loud that Mr Akinbode had to stop for a while. He wiped his face on his sleeve and continued, “After all the exams, you’ll graduate and have to start looking for a job. If you find that one, you’ll marry, and then you’ll start taking care of your own children. So you see, from now on, the only things you’ll be facing are trials. The playing ended last session.” By now the noise had reached a din.

Rebecca shook her he