Akpevwe Idonor

So you see, on the notice board the result sheets had lets say, 350 students who sat for the exams. But the attendance that the lecturer put forward had just about 230 0r so students, what happened to the other 120? were they ghosts? How come they have results and they never sat for the exams?

He paid someone, an aide of the lecturer, He had access to another booklet which he rewrote after the exams and outside the hall premises. All in the bid to perform better. So this guy, the lecturers aide who ought to know better. Went back to plant the new script and remove the old script.

I knew already by my 2nd year that I would not make the honours list The sadness that enveloped my heart was great but, just there at the result board I decided that what was worth doing was worth doing well. And that I would do it for myself and just get the satisfaction of proving to myself I can get good grades even if 1st class or even the possibility of a 2,1 seemed awfully bleak.

Two days Ago, my Maths teacher responded to my status with a thumbs up; You are doing well. It meant a great deal to me. I Honour You Sir, Cyril Kiwamu He once asked me why I remained so passive in class. I never responded even to that question. I had begun to develop a fear for maths. I always take in my new environment and my silence was my weapon of protection from whatever intended to crack my...

At some point some mature adults, two men and a lady joined us in the taxi and within a short while, we realised they were members of the same family who had just heard of the sudden death of their aged mother and were taking swift action towards getting a few things ready so they could quickly get to their home town.

His sleeves rolled up, and hand firm but gently gripping hers like it belonged there, her blue classy dress, her legs walking in those pencil heels, just created a perfect picture. He took her for a walk by the pool side. Hand in hand it felt perfect, the night was as though it shouldn't end.

In my year 3 days in the University of Port Harcourt, a real analysis class, my lecturer walked close to me, looked at me and back to my class mates, is she in this class? They echoed a yes, he stooped and leaned closer, Do you talk? Yes I do Sir, His eyes popped wow! She can talk! And they all laughed while I gave a wry smile.

They had been catching feelings and getting close, but she soon realised that his affection, was like party jollof rice shared to whoever turned up.

Babe quit making it hard, I need to go see a colleague of mine he said softly, eyes pleading, because she had basically trapped him in her arms, giving him pecks intermittently .

But then, the passionate side of my life calls me further and deeper, entangling me with the very fabric of complexities we call human nature. Its rather an unfortunate thing when a beautiful soul meets unsincerity. I'm the beautiful soul...

....Months had passed. He had noticed she no longer complained, He feared the chances of loosing what they had. But he felt helpless, And couldn't figure out how to fix it.

He couldn't get anything other than her on his mind after that text. He may have missed the first major attempt to give her that kiss signal, but he wasn't about to pass on this, It was time to take action on this green light, be in charge and act cool.

She didn't know whether to be surprised when he finally spoke to her, in that she knew it was providence. Oh he had a cool accent to match the good looks, oh well!

I wear a gold plated bracelet with "Blu Cakes" engraved on it( It is one of my many benefits of being a Teacher) my Ghanaian students gifted me, it reminds me of Who I Am everyday, And why i can't afford to utterly fail. It is one thing to fail, I have experienced this, but to utterly fail, I don't intend to and will not experience.

However, I'd like to say the door has now become a fast revolving door ushering people to the highway. People have come so fast and left also. In this I have had to understand and learn things the hard way.

If you have a very strong imaginative mind, you'd realise that every time you were told ; There's light at the end of the tunnel, you didn't quite see yourself in the company of a loved one. Strolling in that tunnel, whistling and you know. Swinging hands.

Gone was the gentle soul who kept calm to resolve issues or just overlook. In her place was a young lady raging, and going by all means to express it. Her anger was shattering the silence, being very confrontational, hitting walls, shouting in jealous rage...

Trust isn't the absence of information that has the potential to hurt. Trust is deciding not to look in...at least that's what I thought.

I feel like I have a split personality , I enjoy my true self who loves the tranquility of her space and lives in quiet areas, where the sound of the clock and droplets of water disturb my peace.

It was the longest night ever, that began the birth of other long and terrible nights in which I had hoped that my eyes will at least close in sleep, but no, it didn't happen.

I've been wondering lately on how to conquer certain challenges and I'm perplexed. Its overwhelming to say the least but, I've wondered what God wants me to do in the situation, like okay, yes the Grace has been made available, yea,.so now that its pressing us like this, are we to sit and watch with crossed hands waiting on the 11th hour?

Its a 7-.10min walk to my office, 10minutes is when I'm taking a leisurely stroll, which I barely do.. I'm told I walk too fast for a lady... Lol, it is what it is, I'm in a hurry to go do my work diligently,the.bible hold a promise for me based on that. Im in a hurry to fulfil scriptures. We aren't playing here lol! I nor dey Port Harcourt to shoot kite or fill zobo cup.

It is said that there's strength in silence, I can't tell if that's the actual way it is put out. But, I just know that keeping calm when you know the root cause of your challenge or the person who taunts you or causes you pain from afar its actually not a beautiful walk in the park, enjoying the evening breeze kind of thing...

Truth is, I have a nack for sensing things, but I tried to caution myself like, hey, don't get paranoid or something, yea people did stuff doesn't mean there's now something sinister about everything. Oh ,so I tried to calm my nerves.

Something sinister had stirred up in me one of the days we were having a conversation, and I'm like, so, you say you saw me on TV yea? So tell me how this happened for you? Did you just bump into it, or did you tune in? And Bobo kinda froze and got defensive, and said aren't you a public figure? it was an unsettling feeling for me.