painful pleasure ,a story by kahab
The Painful Pleasure (TPP)
.
EPISODE 2
.
Trembling with so much fear, i pressed the
middle key, there
came my result. I looked at it, and behold, it
was ‘255’.
I shouted so loud, that my mum heard my
voice in the shop
“Thank you Jesus” I couldn’t believe my
eyes, with a JAMB
score of 235, that is an aggregate (Jamb
+postutme divided
by 2) of 245 which is enough to study
microbiology (my first
choice) since the cutoff for microbiology the
previous year
was 240.
I started rolling on the floor with so much
Joy. My mother
(who had heard my voice earlier) came in.
“Dapo what is it”
she enquired. I just gave my phone to her,
then she saw my
result, no adjective can qualify the look on
her face on that
fateful day, she was just too happy as she
didn’t know what
to say. She opened her mouth, and what
came out was “ose
oko mi” as tears of joy started rolling down
her both chicks.
This means; “thank you my husband”. (This
is how Yoruba
mothers do when they are very happy with
you, they call
you “oko mi” which means “my husband”)
Well, I’m her husband, since she has lost her
husband since
8 years and I’m the only one she has. “I
knew you will make
it”, she said to me, hugging me tight with so
much Joy. She
went to the market, bought life-chicken,
killed and fried for
me. I ate the chiken with garri, garnished
with sugar and
milk (that was the best meal i had that
year). My mum was
so happy, indeed that day was the happiest
day of my life.
All these happened August 12 2010, and by
November, the
admission list was out and as expected, i
was given my
course of choice- Microbiology.
For those in OAU, you will agree with me
that OAU is a
university that gives you admission today,
and then you
resume in ten years time (that’s just
exaggeration o). I saw
my admission status in November, and we
were to resume
June of the following year, because there
was ASUU strike
then which disrupted the school callendar.
Well, it’s an
advantage for me, since it would give my
mum enough time
to source for my fees.
So my mum did all she could, and got the
fees, what a
wonderful woman she is. Though that period
appeared to be
so slow, because i had waited for years at
home and can’t
wait to resume school. As long as it seems,
the day drew
near and it was just a month to resumption.
Behold, it was time for online registeration, i
couldn’t do it
on my phone because it includes uploading
of scanned
WAEC/NECO result, birth certificate,
signature and the likes.
So i had to go to the Cafe. So i went to
‘God’s Grace’ (A
famous cafe in Apata, Ibadan) to upload my
WAEC result
which was full of C’s and just 2 B’s (It
wasn’t bad anyway)
and other documents. When i got there i
discovered that
there were 5 people already waiting to do
that same online
registration. That was where i met Sandra.
Who is Sandra? Find out in Episode 3.
.
EPISODE 2
.
Trembling with so much fear, i pressed the
middle key, there
came my result. I looked at it, and behold, it
was ‘255’.
I shouted so loud, that my mum heard my
voice in the shop
“Thank you Jesus” I couldn’t believe my
eyes, with a JAMB
score of 235, that is an aggregate (Jamb
+postutme divided
by 2) of 245 which is enough to study
microbiology (my first
choice) since the cutoff for microbiology the
previous year
was 240.
I started rolling on the floor with so much
Joy. My mother
(who had heard my voice earlier) came in.
“Dapo what is it”
she enquired. I just gave my phone to her,
then she saw my
result, no adjective can qualify the look on
her face on that
fateful day, she was just too happy as she
didn’t know what
to say. She opened her mouth, and what
came out was “ose
oko mi” as tears of joy started rolling down
her both chicks.
This means; “thank you my husband”. (This
is how Yoruba
mothers do when they are very happy with
you, they call
you “oko mi” which means “my husband”)
Well, I’m her husband, since she has lost her
husband since
8 years and I’m the only one she has. “I
knew you will make
it”, she said to me, hugging me tight with so
much Joy. She
went to the market, bought life-chicken,
killed and fried for
me. I ate the chiken with garri, garnished
with sugar and
milk (that was the best meal i had that
year). My mum was
so happy, indeed that day was the happiest
day of my life.
All these happened August 12 2010, and by
November, the
admission list was out and as expected, i
was given my
course of choice- Microbiology.
For those in OAU, you will agree with me
that OAU is a
university that gives you admission today,
and then you
resume in ten years time (that’s just
exaggeration o). I saw
my admission status in November, and we
were to resume
June of the following year, because there
was ASUU strike
then which disrupted the school callendar.
Well, it’s an
advantage for me, since it would give my
mum enough time
to source for my fees.
So my mum did all she could, and got the
fees, what a
wonderful woman she is. Though that period
appeared to be
so slow, because i had waited for years at
home and can’t
wait to resume school. As long as it seems,
the day drew
near and it was just a month to resumption.
Behold, it was time for online registeration, i
couldn’t do it
on my phone because it includes uploading
of scanned
WAEC/NECO result, birth certificate,
signature and the likes.
So i had to go to the Cafe. So i went to
‘God’s Grace’ (A
famous cafe in Apata, Ibadan) to upload my
WAEC result
which was full of C’s and just 2 B’s (It
wasn’t bad anyway)
and other documents. When i got there i
discovered that
there were 5 people already waiting to do
that same online
registration. That was where i met Sandra.
Who is Sandra? Find out in Episode 3.
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