"Gloria, I've reviewed the poem you submitted for the entry. I must say, it was okay... But it didn't fit the theme of this year's competition. Besides, the poem had a lot of grammatical errors and a lack of figures of speech. Like I said earlier, you are the major talent we are relying upon, the others are just backups. Take this new poem," she handed or piece of paper to me.

"I know you must have been cramming the one you wrote yourself earlier. Sorry, you would have to unlearn them and begin to get this one into your brain, rehearsals begin next week!"

I felt sad after Mrs. Stella turned down my poetry work. At least, she should have corrected the errors and fix in all the literary devices she wanted. Even at most, she should have told me to go and make up another poem entirely, not giving me the one someone else wrote. I believed that was plagiarism because I will be performing spoken-word poetry of a work I didn't compose by myself. Absurd!

" Sharon, are you going to be performing the poem you wrote by yourself? I mean did Mrs. Stella allow you to use the poem you submitted for the entry?" I asked.

"Yes, she reviewed my work and said it was nice. She didn't turn anyone's work down, did she reject yours?"

I eaved a deep sigh. "She did reject it. She told me it's lacked a lot of essential stuff. The painful thing was that she gave me this.."

I held the paper like a piece of trash.

"to cram. It isn't my work. I didn't make this up, and it would be quite difficult learning this." I said downcasted.

I checked Sharon's work. It wasn't even half as good as the work I submitted which got rejected. I checked Amirah, Ayodeji, Farooq, and Azizat's work. They didn't stand anywhere near mine, yet they were approved for entry by Mrs. Stella. I figured out this was because she wanted me to win by at all costs.

Weeks rolled by. The competition was by the corner. Mr. Samson the Drama teacher didn't take things lightly with the six of us. It seemed to us as if he wanted to kill us but he wasn't. He was stretching us to our fullest potential. The rehearsals became more rigorous. We rehearsed during short breaks, afternoon, and night prep time, during free periods and even weekends. The whole school knew there was a 'FANTASTIC SIX' going for a mission (The competition). During rehearsals, Mr. Samson denied us permission of making use of any microphone or any modern auditory enhancement gadgets. He implored us to speak on top of our voices so that our deepest emotions and actions would be expressed.

"Cut! .. Cut!" Mr. Samson ordered.

"Farooq, I like the emotions and hand gestures you were putting in that performance, but do you know you are fumbling big time? What is wrong with your voice? I could barely hear you audibly just a few meters away. How are you going to perform before an audience of thousands of people?

Everyone listen up! Dignitaries and professors from the University of Ilorin are going to come and watch you perform, and this competition is barely in two weeks. What's wrong with all of you? The other time, Sharon was mincing her words together, Azizat was mumbling. And you, Ayodeji you are not doing this from the depth of your heart. You performed the spoken word with a lackadaisical attitude as if you were forced to do it. Are you uninterested? It was only Gloria that did this to my fullest satisfaction. Her performance deserves my appraisal. Didn't you see the way she performed the spoken word with all manner of professionalism? The way she expressed her emotions in the poetry work was top notch! She even teared up when she said; 'CHARITY, YOUR ABSENCE MAKES THE BELLY OF THE DEPRIVED ONES WAIL IN HUNGER'. "That's the kind of thing I want. You all should emulate her. Good luck!"

I felt very proud of myself for receiving such great comments.

I would lock myself in the hostel room and would begin practice the way I'd deliver the spoken word poetry. I had no choice but to blend with the write-up Mrs. Stella give to me. I started loving it.

"O Lord, please help me to win this competition" I silently prayed, sweating profusely after a rigorous practice in my room. I would always talk to the doors, bunks, mattresses, chairs, wardrobes, buckets windows, and almost everything found in my room; imagining I was talking before a big audience. Most times, I would call a few of my friends together and perform the spoken word before them.

"Such a nice performance!" Noah said.

the grand finale and eventually bring home the trophy. Please

guys, don't worry. Just pray for me to perform well in this competition and qualify for the next round. I believe if I do, everyone

* * * *

school public toilet like a baby. He felt too ashamed to go out. For the first time in his life, he wished the earth could swallow him up. The shame was just too much for him to bear. He had probably become a laughing stock amongst his classmates. He punched the wall with his fists, an expression of frustration. He was sore. Akanni had sneaked to meet him at the toilet to console him. He was

been preparing hard for so long for their first paper, which was Chemistry. This was one important subject SS2A student's desired to

practically means not being qualified in the sciences," said

that he had barely two minutes left before the exam starts. He hurriedly wore his socks and pulled his shoes back on. This he was fond of anytime he read at the school library. He returned the textbooks and resource materials to their shelves and hiked out of the library. He had been there for over two hours, reading relentlessly without being tired.

was the Business Studies tutor at PATISA. She had been assigned to invigilate Chemistry because

no standing up, and above all, no cheating! Anyone caught cheating during my invigilations would be sent out! I would

her, most especially; her guts. She was rude at times to the senior staff. She had no respect for the SS3's. She had once told senior Ganiyu the labor prefect to crawl all around the junior school section, in front of his juniors because he didn't do her assignment. We grumbled as we entered the classroom one by one. She had instructed

praying fervently. Everyone was desperate. I was also nervous. The lazy students got their hopes dashed because they thought a less strict invigilator would be assigned for our class, so they

you are told

go and lock that door!" she poked

like judgment day. The class

chemistry

the questions set for the examination were from the exact part of

his usual custom before examinations. And he wasn't even pressed before the exam, it was when the exam kicked off his genitals began

me Mrs. Eshameh, may I go and use the restroom?

this paper? Mr man! Sit down, no peeing or going to ease yourself till this paper ends. You may decide to end

held himself tightly, hoping to finish the exam quickly, submit and

Eshameh's words. Also, he happened to be an obedient and meek boy. The pressure his bladder exerted

the bathroom which he was granted without a second thought from her. This

I thought I came to take permission the other

so sorry, I forgot. Don't worry when Ayo comes back you

I'm so pressed. My bladder is full. I can't hold myself anymore. I've been so uncomfortable writing the exam in this condition, just a minute can do, please.

questions. he would be back in a couple of minutes, be patient." Deji returned to his seat and waited uncomfortably for Ayo to show up so he could dash out of the classroom and go and empty his bladder, but Ayo took too

for a long time being under pressure. Urine gushed from his pants like a river of water. I mean, he practically wee'd on

the fuck!! is this water or urine?" Godswill asked as he

urine flowed from his seat down to the next row. Some of the students in the class felt self-embarrassed for his sake. Many kept quiet as if nothing happened. Deji buried his head

me up" he

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