SURVIVOR 5:LAST DAYS AT SECONDARY SCHOOL(2)

It was finally time for WASSCE, the West African  Senior School Certificate Examinations.

   The secondary school final exams that summed up our performance over six and years and sentenced us to one of two fates. The first or the two fates; if you're lucky you get admission into a university and study to get a degree, the second-and most common-was that you'll get unlucky and re-write the exams.

 I got unlucky. 

During my time, most people never got admitted on the first trial, so that didn't stop me. I filled fresh WAEC(West Africa Examination Council) forms, though it was hard finding the money to pay for them. I had to start working. No one was going to sponsor me. It was around that time my father died. Everything seemed to be working against me there were many questions to be asked, who was going to sponsor my University education even if I got admitted? Where was I going to get the money from? Was this God's plan for me? Why didn't I get admitted on my first trial, after all some of my friends did? I even considered attending teacher's college and giving up on my University fantasy( it seemed more like a fantasy at the time), many of my fellow deeper life members were being sponsored by a few fellowship members to teacher's college 

I had to write the great WASSCE  four times. On my third trial, an admission letter got delivered by post to my doorstep! 

The miracle finally happened, or so I thought.  

JAMB offered me admission into university of ilorin to study accounting, but I didn't make enough grades in my WASSCE to confirm my admission. I cried so much, my eyes probably would've complained if they could speak. Questions kept popping into my mind, men who saw how vulnerable I was tried to marry me or at least have a night with me. 

   My sister's fell into "temptation" who wouldn't? We weren't to blame, we were six girls, no father, a mother that could barely cater for us all, and God had blessed us with beauty. Men kept flocking around our house and one by one, my sisters made their pick. Titilayo got pregnant before she completed her secondary school education and she was the 4th child! My elder sister, Temitope got herself attached to a man who promised to send her to fashion school after marriage, he instead sent her on a nine months course to study pregnancy and the art of raring babies. My immediate younger sister, tolulope, did a bit better, she picked a pastor. 

I tried to cajole them out of getting married, it won't solve their problems, I tried to tell them, all to no avail.

I started working to save up money for my University education, since I wanted to actualize my dreams. I got a job as a receptionist at a photography company. 

It was here I would meet my "would-be"husband.