painful pleasure ,a story by kahab
The Painful Pleasure (TPP)
.
EPISODE 1
.
I waited patiently as the phone loaded
slowly due to the
poor network. Believe me, network is always
very slow
whenever one wants to check result.
It was my third post UTME in the
prestigious Obafemi
Awolowo University. My first and second
post UTME result
was 168 and 199 respectively, i could
remember vividly that
my mum (who gathered money from her
petty trade of
fruits) said to me having seen my second
trial result “If only
they were so nice to add one mark, you
would have gotten
200″.
Well, she was very sad, but she still
encouraged me (without
even talking about the money with which
she obtained the
form for me). She just said that i should try
more, she said ”
ti esin ba da ni, a maan tun gun ni” which
means that; when
a horse makes one fall, we try climbing
again. . .
I was so lost in thought, all i could think of
was my mum
who had been struggling to make me
someone in life. She
has been doing all these alone since i lost
my father when i
was ten in a fatal accident along Lagos-
Ibadan express way
(that was some 8 years back). Since I’m the
only child, she
has only shown me so much care and
affection, and i can’t
afford to fail post utme the third time. . .
All these was going through my mind, and
my thoughts were
too crowded to notice that the result has
loaded, and is right
on the screen staring at me. I snapped out
of my thoughts to
discover that ‘the bridegroom’ is here, all i
needed to do was
to ‘zoom’ on my outdated Blackberry tour
that i bought
(3000 Naira, UK used) with my life savings.
Trembling with so
much fear, i pressed the middle key, there
came my result. I
looked at it, and behold. . . .
What exactly did he score?
Find out in Episode two.
.
EPISODE 1
.
I waited patiently as the phone loaded
slowly due to the
poor network. Believe me, network is always
very slow
whenever one wants to check result.
It was my third post UTME in the
prestigious Obafemi
Awolowo University. My first and second
post UTME result
was 168 and 199 respectively, i could
remember vividly that
my mum (who gathered money from her
petty trade of
fruits) said to me having seen my second
trial result “If only
they were so nice to add one mark, you
would have gotten
200″.
Well, she was very sad, but she still
encouraged me (without
even talking about the money with which
she obtained the
form for me). She just said that i should try
more, she said ”
ti esin ba da ni, a maan tun gun ni” which
means that; when
a horse makes one fall, we try climbing
again. . .
I was so lost in thought, all i could think of
was my mum
who had been struggling to make me
someone in life. She
has been doing all these alone since i lost
my father when i
was ten in a fatal accident along Lagos-
Ibadan express way
(that was some 8 years back). Since I’m the
only child, she
has only shown me so much care and
affection, and i can’t
afford to fail post utme the third time. . .
All these was going through my mind, and
my thoughts were
too crowded to notice that the result has
loaded, and is right
on the screen staring at me. I snapped out
of my thoughts to
discover that ‘the bridegroom’ is here, all i
needed to do was
to ‘zoom’ on my outdated Blackberry tour
that i bought
(3000 Naira, UK used) with my life savings.
Trembling with so
much fear, i pressed the middle key, there
came my result. I
looked at it, and behold. . . .
What exactly did he score?
Find out in Episode two.
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