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- Story Listed as: True Life For Teens
- Theme: Drama / Human Interest
- Subject: Drama
- Published: 01/03/2012
MY HIGH SCHOOL RESULT.
Born 1993, F, from Porthacourt/rivers, NigeriaThe whole city was seething with people and the streets, bubbling over with teenagers. It was early April, and the rains were all over the town. The heavy presence of school leavers was present in the city; every nursing mother attached an umbrella to her costume — this as well, was a common feature with young girls who had newly fixed weave-on or hair-braids.
My own side of the city was even colder than the weather. It was a place where everyone faced his family and course. Someone could stay for several hours before a voice is heard from a distance. Federal Housing estate Koka village was always as serene as a grave yard, and this made it as boring as staring into the ceiling.
I was looking through my poetry book, as I had added a new poem to my list. The poem was written in account of my picnic to the beach where the sea waves raved furiously in rage over the range of the beach shelves. With my pen firmly placed in my itching palm, I recited the poem consecutively at a snail's pace, with a little feeling of prodigy and contentment.
The ice caves
Came in a hundred waves,
Looking upward rays,
In a million ways.
Then I wondered what made the boat
Which is so light, to dance on their heads with a float
And even the passengers who dance and clap on board
Amidst every hideous tossing that throws my heart away
As if I were they, whose merry heebie-jeebies get me bored
Certainly, I must the gaze to avert the daze without delay.
But worst still, came another sight,
The surf boy, his board and his plight.
The breath taking way he twisted and turned,
Rhyming with the rhythm of the raging storm.
How I wish to like him in years to come.
“Wow! Bos-bouquet!” I heard Olivia’s voice… I didn’t know she’d been eaves dropping to my recitation, besides I’d assumed there was no one else at home but me as usual. “Wow, I never knew you were such a great poet as well,” She began. That was great dear — just wish I could do it like you. But, have you ever given thought to going in for a literary contest? I mean, there’re auditions everywhere… just think about it dear—maybe you should give it a shot?” “hmm, well, I’ll… I’ll think about that, but for now, I’m going…” “guess what!” Olivia intercepted. “what?” “Just guess” she insisted. “hmm, okay… come on, don’t start any quiz right now cause I’m not even in the mood…” “It’s no quiz!” “Then what?” I asked, exasperated. Olivia was becoming eerie and I wasn’t comfortable with it. “Your result’s have been released—the WAEC and I heard it was great.” The news of my result startled me a lot. In fact, it was the one thing I dreaded the most. It’s convoy, the reaction of friends and foes pending on my performance… ‘What if I had a poor result?’ this very thought hunted me unfalteringly. “Are you sure?” I queried, regaining my lost voice. But Olivia was very serious. “Okay, who told you that? How did you know?” I added interrogatively.
“Well, I see my Thomas cousin needs some proof,” and she brought out a sheet of paper… I could clearly perceive the letters written in black ink on it. They were someone’s result print-out. “See? Olivia’s result. We went to the cyber café together, her sister and I, and she gave me a photo copy of it.”
I was totally convinced right away as well as jittery. “Don’t worry dear, well go together for yours,” she assured. “But I’m scared,” I whispered. “You shouldn’t bother your self about passing because you are very brilliant.” “But the papers are not judged like that, are they?” At this point, Olivia began laughing extensively, and it got me even more confused. “Why you laughing me?” my voice was like a mouse’s own. This made her even laugh the more.
“I’ll be back in a jiffy, let me pick up some items from Chima Shop, for my cooking, then we can go get your result.” Although she was reassuring enough to put me out of my bad mood, it yet didn’t make much better effect. The news put me out so badly that all I could do was seek solace from a sofa… I slept off almost immediately.
MY HIGH SCHOOL RESULT.(Eva China.)
The whole city was seething with people and the streets, bubbling over with teenagers. It was early April, and the rains were all over the town. The heavy presence of school leavers was present in the city; every nursing mother attached an umbrella to her costume — this as well, was a common feature with young girls who had newly fixed weave-on or hair-braids.
My own side of the city was even colder than the weather. It was a place where everyone faced his family and course. Someone could stay for several hours before a voice is heard from a distance. Federal Housing estate Koka village was always as serene as a grave yard, and this made it as boring as staring into the ceiling.
I was looking through my poetry book, as I had added a new poem to my list. The poem was written in account of my picnic to the beach where the sea waves raved furiously in rage over the range of the beach shelves. With my pen firmly placed in my itching palm, I recited the poem consecutively at a snail's pace, with a little feeling of prodigy and contentment.
The ice caves
Came in a hundred waves,
Looking upward rays,
In a million ways.
Then I wondered what made the boat
Which is so light, to dance on their heads with a float
And even the passengers who dance and clap on board
Amidst every hideous tossing that throws my heart away
As if I were they, whose merry heebie-jeebies get me bored
Certainly, I must the gaze to avert the daze without delay.
But worst still, came another sight,
The surf boy, his board and his plight.
The breath taking way he twisted and turned,
Rhyming with the rhythm of the raging storm.
How I wish to like him in years to come.
“Wow! Bos-bouquet!” I heard Olivia’s voice… I didn’t know she’d been eaves dropping to my recitation, besides I’d assumed there was no one else at home but me as usual. “Wow, I never knew you were such a great poet as well,” She began. That was great dear — just wish I could do it like you. But, have you ever given thought to going in for a literary contest? I mean, there’re auditions everywhere… just think about it dear—maybe you should give it a shot?” “hmm, well, I’ll… I’ll think about that, but for now, I’m going…” “guess what!” Olivia intercepted. “what?” “Just guess” she insisted. “hmm, okay… come on, don’t start any quiz right now cause I’m not even in the mood…” “It’s no quiz!” “Then what?” I asked, exasperated. Olivia was becoming eerie and I wasn’t comfortable with it. “Your result’s have been released—the WAEC and I heard it was great.” The news of my result startled me a lot. In fact, it was the one thing I dreaded the most. It’s convoy, the reaction of friends and foes pending on my performance… ‘What if I had a poor result?’ this very thought hunted me unfalteringly. “Are you sure?” I queried, regaining my lost voice. But Olivia was very serious. “Okay, who told you that? How did you know?” I added interrogatively.
“Well, I see my Thomas cousin needs some proof,” and she brought out a sheet of paper… I could clearly perceive the letters written in black ink on it. They were someone’s result print-out. “See? Olivia’s result. We went to the cyber café together, her sister and I, and she gave me a photo copy of it.”
I was totally convinced right away as well as jittery. “Don’t worry dear, well go together for yours,” she assured. “But I’m scared,” I whispered. “You shouldn’t bother your self about passing because you are very brilliant.” “But the papers are not judged like that, are they?” At this point, Olivia began laughing extensively, and it got me even more confused. “Why you laughing me?” my voice was like a mouse’s own. This made her even laugh the more.
“I’ll be back in a jiffy, let me pick up some items from Chima Shop, for my cooking, then we can go get your result.” Although she was reassuring enough to put me out of my bad mood, it yet didn’t make much better effect. The news put me out so badly that all I could do was seek solace from a sofa… I slept off almost immediately.
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