The world I Found Myself.

The world I Found Myself.

Sy. Adejoke

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Failure sometimes teaches us a lesson about life, one that we cannot find even with the best tutors. I failed and couldn't be admitted to my dream school. someone else dream become mine. It was not the world I wanted,but it was the world I found my self in. I don't even plan to have a world. where am I, where is this place call? Living and doing someone else dream. The world I found myself.

Chapter 1 The Result

It was Thursday afternoon around 12 pm, I was alone in my room playing a Piano Fire game and shouting as I enjoyed the game,

Ade!, Ade! She shouted and tapped me.

Ma, I answered but a little bit annoyed because I lost the game immediately she distracted me. I removed the earpiece and look into her eyes. I have packed the cloth mummy (what else did you want, was the next thing in my mind to say but I dare not).

Kola called me, she wanted to speak with you, but she said your line is unavailable. What is the use of your phone when you keep putting it on airplane mode just to play this rubbish game? Is this how you will be doing when you got admitted into the University? she asked

I'm sorry momma, I will call her back right away. I said and called my best friend Kola.

She told me our JAMB results were out.

Seriously!! Have you checked yours? I asked

Sure, she replied.

..... So what is the score, I asked with a hopeful thought

You know am not good at guessing, I told her when she asked me to guess.

Any way maybe 210, I said

Oh you are close, 208 she said on the other line

Alhamdulillah robbilãlameen (all praise to God) I said as I jumped out of my room.

What's the matter with you, my mom asked.

Kola's result is 208, she will surely get admitted into her dream school. I said with a bright smile

That girl is very ideal and serious, see you don't even know the results are out, is either you are playing a game or calculating the money you never touch or see, just on paper. So, when are you planning to check yours? What am I saying check it on your phone na? Let's see it together, my mom said and urge me to sit.

No, I can't check my good result on this techno phone, I am going to the cafeteria to check it on the system, wild screen you know Mom, I replied with a grin.

Allah(God) will help you, get out of my way I need to return to work, my mom said.

Mom started preparing for my change of location, your Accountant will be right back. I said as I dail my bike man's number.

Kola, can we meet at Mr. Enny's office, I am sure you will want to print out your result, I said trying to convince her.

No problem, I will be late because I will be trekking, she said.

We're you, I just called Mr. Arowona to come and take me, I will tell him to pass your side, I said

No problem, I am at my dad's workshop, she said.

Ok, Doc. Kola, I said with a smile.

I will be expecting you Lady Accountant.

Stop whining (teasing) me joor(please).

You start it first she said on the other line.

MTN is asking me to speak, you wasted my airtime, I said and cut the call

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