I remember passing my common entrace examinations in Primary 5 and being transported to the high heavens! I was abruptly brought down to earth when my dad informed my twin and I that passing exams are not the end of the world and there are bigger exams in front of us. I didn’t quite understand what he meant but years later I have understood all too well. (We didnt leave for secondary school until a year later as we were not thought to be mature enough to handle the rigours of sec. school, so we re-sat the common entrance examinations we had passed a year before)
Looking back now, I realise that passing Common Entrance was infact one of the easiest things I have tackled. The examinations of life have been one constant stream since then. Its amazing that now my dads admonition that the reward of hard work is more hard work is like my mantra. Years ago I didn’t understand it.
When I am faced with situations I’d rather not encounter, I am transported back to the past…
…the days during my National Youth Service when I had what I imagined to be too much time on my hands and all we did was wish away the time…
…the same period of time when I could eat what I wanted (or what my corper shon allowance could buy) and do what I willed, I was single and free!…
…the same period of time when I worked for a few hours each week…
…the days I was still in my fathers house and I was not obliged to cook for anyone unless of course it was my turn..
..the days when (yes still in my fathers house) when I had loads of books to read and read did i!
…Great Ife days! Yep a proud OAU alumnus here!… walking round the large campus grounds and just enjoying the walking…
…accountable to no one but myself and God! I suddenly realised I could do whatever I wanted! whatever!…
…the time , oh the time!!!!! I had to do what I wanted (but which were spent swotting away for a good degree)…
…do I wish for Moz hall days, nah! …lol!
…forget Secondary school, rewind past to only the holidays!…
…days when my twin and I chatted through the night…talking of all sorts of things… just talking! …ah! a ma n soro o!
…days when we walked round our neigbourhoods; opebi, magodo…ajalas on foot…
…our initial forays into taking PT…the danfos of those times were tame o! and of course the journeys short…remember Awosika to Oshoppey to Allen!…
…to be continued…
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