The other day, Mr Rasheed gave an impromptu test in which we weren't only mandated to find the solution of an equation using matrices, but also through Laplace transforms. Not only did I fail the test comfortably, but the Engineering mathematics lecturer who seconded as a pastor in one of these Bible believing churches saw it good to reward me with a 0/10 score. He was one of the honest lecturers left in school, however, he was much hated for his unwavering stance. I was one of those students who were more concerned about life in this country than in finding solutions to what we considered a mere equation. Two more impromptu tests followed in quick succession, all bearing the same score. I knew I had to put in an effort. Ever since I laboriously got admission into the university, I never for a trial attended their night classes. For my little delicate body's sake, I never missed the doctor-recommended eight happy hours of sleep each day. Infact, since getting into school, I t...
After many struggles, physically and supernaturally, I finally got admission to study engineering in a prestigious University. My mother, a devoted member of the revered 'prayer warriors' fellowship of our church bought me a Scripture Union daily devotional, as she wouldn't be able to keep an eye on me any longer while I was in school. However, to show her how earnestly I yearned to follow in her footsteps, I went to the market to buy a new big Bible, an iroko-sized one. I wanted the one which I could be able to place on my bed as pillow, and lay down my big head fully basked in the hallucinating realm of the Almighty. More necessary was it for me to get a Bible as I thought my village witches were hindering my progress in my educational development. With my two five hundred naira notes and some lower currencies which I do glean out from the remainders obtained from shopping errands, I confidently boarded a motorcycle to market. The ten minutes ride to the market was the mo...
Isabella was my crush for some donkey years before now. That is not so again. She is presently my girlfriend 002, at least that is what am fancying. My journey in the ministry of girlfriend and women affairs started eight years ago, at a time I was just an innocent ten years old boy. All that mattered for the boy was a well concocted meal(especially ones brought in from burials, weddings, and other food-sharing ceremony of any kind), a sound sleep, and deep sincerity to God. Being the youngest child and the only son in a family of four was an added advantage to my hobbies. Aside eating and sleeping, my third area of expertise which doubled as my best hobby was idleness. And that fetched me enough beating from my senior sisters. However, although I was always flogged by the sisters, I was pampered by my parents considering that I was yet their only male offspring: the one who would possess their inheritance. These circumstances added up to embolden my devil-may-care attitude, as I ...
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