Truly I had been reading this particular book for about three days now, it was so voluminous and didn’t seem to have any end in sight. I sat on my bed with all my attention fixed on the novel, as if it were a necessary textbook recommended for one of my forthcoming examination. This was the third time I was preparing for my West African Senior Secondary School Examination, the other two times, I had failed with relative ease, my result was so shocking that even my parents were ashamed of presenting it to my uncle who worked at Yaba College of Technology (YABATECH) for admission there, and infarct when they got over their shock and shame, and finally presented it to him, he swore with both God and man that if I had scored at least an ‘E’ grade in maths, he would have easily eased me into the system; my parents shook their heads in dismay, they all knew my uncle; he was a master at manufacturing excuses.
Following my string of failures, my results and indeed myself had started to become a family disgrace of sorts, women in the neighbourhood had started pointing at me while expressing their disgust in low tones, Fathers began to ban their Children from moving with me.
