J-Town: A tale of the unknown

. He began to sweat and feel uncomfortable as he tried to come up with a plan to get him closer to the lecturer. Soon enoug

ese instead," replied Mr. Tongshinen. Mr. Tongshinen then proceeded to hand Musa some final-year student project books instead.

"No, not really. That should be all. I am really grateful. What is your name, young man?" Mr. Tongshinen asked. "It's Musa, sir," Mus

the answers, making sure everything was correct. At this point, Musa knew exactly what he had been blessed with. He joyfully walked to

take place, and he could see everyone was serious, cracking their head, trying to solve so

s names. Musa thought to himself before turning back to see who it was, "Who in the hell is that?" As he turned back, he was greete

g in the exam hall." Nanret stared at Musa as he was explaining with a look. She had this: I don't believe a single word you're saying, look. "Well, everything you just said is magana banza. I don't believe you. I know you've re

e. He then proceeded to shake hands with her. To his amazement, Musa saw nothing. He stood there listening to

. Hey, Musa, are you there? Nanret said while waving her hand in Musa's face. "Dan Allah

at time was no longer on their side, and she needed to solve this particular question before the test started. Musa took a glance at the problem and laughed. He already knew what the questions were going to be a

his point, Nanret stood up and told Musa she needed to go to the hall where the test would be taking place. She explained to him how she wanted to get a good seat for her and a few of

t longer, drafting his answers to the questions he saw. He needed to be sure about everything, both the answers and the

packing his books and jotter. He rushed down to the same hall Nanret was in. On getting to the venue, he was amazed at the number of stude