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DIARY OF AN EKSU BOY PART 1

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DIARY OF AN EKSU BOY PART 1


Am sure he is busy playing games, God
knows how he passes his examination
Dammy! Dammy!! Dammy! Where are you?
That’s the voice of Mrs Fele a secondary
school teacher who just got promoted to be
the principal, she is also married to a priest
she is a strict and no nonsense woman.
Mummy here I am,
Mummy: what are you busy doing that I was
calling you since?
Me: am sorry, I was reading
Mummy: wonders shall never end, Dammy
you
are reading, may God help you. She said as I
return to my room.
Am Damilola the 4th child of the family of
five, I was not born with a silver spoon but I
have everything needed at the right time, I
grew
up in the church settings this automatically
make me a church boy,well
I do act as S.U but I have bad and naughty
friends, also am a member of the choir and I
have won a lot of accolades in bible quiz
competition representing the church.
Academically am an average student but was
lucky to be made the assistant senior prefect,
I have a lot of female friends but no single
girlfriend not that I can’t ask them out but
am scared what will happen if my mother
finds out this shows the level of fear I have
for her. In order for me to experienced
freedom this propel me to study hard for the
Jamb examination, as I sat down on my
chair then I heard another masculine voice
calling me
Damilola! Damilola! That must be my father
God knows why he called me my full name,
reluctantly I answered, and he instructed me
to wash his car. My father he is a retired civil
servant and now a full time priest, since have
obtained the jamb form I hardly do any
house chores but now I have no choice than
to wash his car. I spend the next three weeks
reading and preparing for my jamb
examination, on examinations day something
bad happen, is it that bad or blessing in
disguise?
I woke up around 5:30 observed the normal
quiet time, rushed to the bathroom by 7:30
am I was already at the jamb center, the oga
at the
top (NSCDC) and police were fully on ground
as if they wanted to fight an insurgency, the
invigilators started arranging us and we were
been checked by the security men when it
was my turn to be checked then I discovered
that I have spiritual enemies who were busy
monitoring my life with their super telescope
,bring out your slip said the invigilator but
slip was nowhere to be found, I quickly
checked my
pockets and received the greatest shocked of
my life, the pockets of my trousers has torn, I
quickly left the invigilator stopped a moving
bike and directed him to my house without
negotiating the cost, as we arrived I dashed
straight to my room lo and behold I saw the
slip

lying down on the floor but I saw an sms on
my phone quickly I opened the message and
saw jamb answer TYPE C , in a nut shell I
received the sms containing the answer of
the examination I was about to sit for,
F**K Dibu Ojeride I shouted, I ran out to meet
the waiting okada man yelling at me I tried to
calm him down but was surprised when he
told
me he will collect #500 as the transport fare,
I responded saying shey na dead body you
carry ni abi na iron, he responded saying ask
yourself which one you be out of the two, I
have just #120 on me and this okada man
was requesting for #500, what will I do ?
Checking my watch it remain 20 minutes
before the commencement of the exam. I
started begging the okada man and later he
agreed on #120.

As I get to the exam hall I lost the courage to
take my phone inside because I was scared
of been caught by the security men, I
dropped the
phone inside my bag as I proceed into the
hall to be checked by the security man.
After the exam I called the number that sent
the answers to my phone
Me: hello, who is on the line ?
Receiver : na me joor, shey you no save my
2nd
number ni ?
Through the voice I knew I was talking to
Solomon, we grew up around each other but
he is the complete opposite of me, my
parents usually advised me to stop walking
with him because he I s not a good boy but I
do see some element of good boy in him
Me: no vex paadi, I just don’t use it ni joor
Solomon: omo pastor, sha remember that
jamb
no know say you sabi book because jamb
dey jam people wella
Me: I will surely pass
I dropped the call and proceed to church for
choir practise.
My jamb result was checked without my
consent by my sister and I scored 309, I sat
down for post utme in EKSU and was
admitted to study biochemistry, I immediately
called Solomon and he also told me that he
has been offered admission to study political
science in EKSU, I also told him about my
admission too, we congratulated each other.
19th of January was the day I went to school,
I was so happy to experienced freedom, no
morning devotion, no evening prayers here in
EKSU I will live the life I wished for.

To be continued

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