NancyBetine

  This past week was really a trying one for me. There is a kind of piercing pain to the heart that comes with not getting what you know you deserved. Personally, it knocks me out. Being there but not there. Smiling but angry in spirit. My first UTME, popularly known as Jamb was in 2010. Being me, I had read so well that I could answer any question thrown at me even while sleeping. I read at any opportunity, sometimes, I declined going to church because I wanted to read, and my parents would permit, as only book is an acceptable excuse. I read with candles, lamp and atupa (if you know, you know) as there was no privilege to generator. It paid off, I passed and with my padded shoulders I sat for post UTME for the two universities I had chosen and got amazing scores also. I started preparing for uni life without waiting for list. I could picture myself being an independent youth. I got things with any money that touched my hands because I was 100% sure. Even the adults around me were...