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We trooped in our numbers to the departmental office when we heard that the results have been released. I was happy in my mind because I know I prepared very well for the exams and I was sure I would be one of the best.

As it so happened, the result board showed something entirely different. I didn’t only fall behind expectation, I had a carry over. Mhen, this broke my heart, center kidney and top right lungs

I was angry because everyone that copied from me during the exams in that course got an A. In my department, you dare not complain about results else you will do a 4year course for 10years.

Being friends with the assistant exams and records lecturer made me ask him for real info about my result (dude is a young man who’s doing his masters and was just employed in the process). He told me in all honesty that I was one of the best 3students but

I should try and settle my quarrel with the Exams and records Officer. I was confused because the only encounters I’ve had with this man is in class where I barely even ask any questions. My second semester and 200level results were the same poor outcome

so I decided to relax on the reading (I cannot comman gan kill myself) and have some fun.

In our 300level, it so happened that a new HOD came on board and she decided to rotate her work force. Well the devil be damned, I was sure I was going to be getting my actual grades now; and as the fawthar Gawth would have it the new HOD was my friend mentor kinda.

First and second semester results came out and I was overwhelmed, not exactly what I expected because I had dropped form in my studies but my result was good enough to earn me a place among the ladies.

Final year came, and my results kept a good profile among lecturers that as at the time of my project I was at a 3.65 GPA. I was happy atleast I would get a 2nd class lower because in my school there’s what the lecturers call “SLASHING”.

Slashing is when the actual grade you are supposed to graduate with is slashed down to the next class of grade because most of them graduated from the school and since they couldn’t get 1st class, no one is getting it.

On the day of our last exams we wrote, came out and faced the usual dirty water bathing and all what not. It was night time when we had what we called “confession night”. This night from history has always be lit and expository; from this night,

you could get a babe, lose your babe and discover amazing secrets. It went on interestingly and many things happened until it got to the point of the most “intelligent” girl in the class (atleast her results said so).

She was pretty drunk so instead of confessing about herself started to talk about her friend who she exposed as a “runsgirl” who have shared HIV to her boyfriend who doesn’t even know he was infected. This was where the kasala started from,

this friend of hers collected the mic from her and used it to hit her head. For about 15minutes, it was a bloody fight as all the boys who have slept with that girl began to fight amongst themselves.

Me I was in one corner sipping zobo and smiling because the mischief in me was enjoying the ongoing drama

After they calmed everything down, this her friend took the mic again and now mentioned that the brilliant girl who parades herself as a virgin is not a virgin and that she sleeps with the former and present Exams and records officers. I was shook to my left ear

Brethens of the Lawd, this was when everybody actually calmed down to listen to the words of wisdom that this anty was vomiting. She went further to say a lot of unspeakable things that other girls in their clique do for money and grades.

She summed it up by saying that they were angry with me because in 100level when they tried to have a study group with me I disregarded them so the “brilliant” girl told them she would deal with me. Blood of G, me that was Mr. Nice guy. Everyone turned to my direction at once

She revealed that part of the brilliant girl’s agreement with the exams and record officers was for them to substitute my scores for hers and possibly make me spend an extra year in school. While I was still trying to process what I just heard,

she mentioned that the exams and record officer didn’t really alter my result that the original result is safe in the HOD’s office and all we saw on the board was what they wanted us to see.

Meanwhile, the exam and records officer who gave her the HIV had contracted it from the “brilliant” girl who doesn’t know she is the one sharing the HIV that’s been going round.

Brothers, sisters, aunties, unkus, nanas and all, I died and rose again at these shocking revelation. I'm sure my unborn babies leaped for joy and my future wife wherever she was must have felt my joy and excitement

In my mind village people oh, ancestors oh, devil oh all received divine smack down from the Fawtha Gawth like this👇👇👇

The fights continued when she mentioned this last part but me I went to one corner and danced and praised the most high who didn’t allow shame to come to me. Atleast my four years as choir director in the fellowship paid off. To God be the glory great things He has done.

Praise the Lawth children of Gawth. End of testimony. Hope you have a good read. Don't forget to use the tag #Josiahsthreads for replies and comments