Donigspain - S01 E53

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Donigspain - S01 E53

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 53

Uche came back in the evening

of same day. I had called him

earlier in the day to inform him

that our second semester exam

time table has finally been

published. It was an information

I got from Zubi who happened to

be our class representative. As

expected, the news came with

much tension and confusion as it

dawned on many lazy students

that they were yet to prepare for

the exam. For me, it was more of

a period of revision and brain

refreshing. My tradition was to

use the first three weeks of

resumption to make personal

notes from recommended texts

which I must have collected from

my predecessors in higher

classes. Besides, I really do

understand how my brain

assimilative capacity works. My

brain can only manage a

maximum of 90 minutes of

intense ‘jacking’ per session. I

also understand the times when

my brain is at its receptive peak:

4:30am to 7am and 10:30pm to

12:30am especially if supported

with cool jamz at the

background. Fortunately, am

blessed with a photographic

memory; I don’t read a topic

twice (not exaggerating and not

‘prouding’).

.

Am not in the league of

marathon readers e.g.

Nwakarame (Imo state), Chioma

(Anambra state) and Jude (aka

Brain Box, Mbaise in Imo state).

These are persons who can read

for six hours stretch without

taking a break.

On the other hand was another

group of academic terrorists

who I chose to call ‘the radical

readers’ e.g. Kennedy (aka Nwa

Aba, Anambra state), Okise (Delta

state), Uche (Enugu). This group

can read virtually in any place

and at any time. I once caught

Kennedy coming out from the

toilet with a lecture note in his

hand. Your guess is as good as

mine.

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Frankly speaking, many

characters abound in my class in

those days. We were just 25 in

number and so anyone can write

a factual life traits of everyone. I

thought academic competition

ended in secondary school days

but how wrong was I. My class

was a conglomerate of

intellectuals whose sole mission

was to out-class the other in

grades. Even lecturers later

confessed that they had never

had so many brains in one class

as was the case of my class.

People not only checked their

own results, they also checked

for others and even had records

of people’s CGPs at heart. The

character of zubi back in school

days was a physically lazy one. As

is typical of a lasgidi boy he

enjoyed flexing activities. One

thing he has which I so much

admire is his smartness; a trait I

believe he got from living in the

barracks. He is good at making

use of every opportunity. I call

him ‘the opportunist’. He is also

very intelligent. I believe he can

move mountains if he can put a

check on his social lifestyle.

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The students village, Agbani,

witnessed an untimely dearth of

social activities. Primary schools

were turned to public libraries in

the evenings. Group reading

sprang up. Even cohabiting

lovers were not left out as

everyone had to answer his or

her father’s name. Church and

fellowship activities boomed

with ‘repentant’ students who

felt they needed much

atonements for their sins. Many

believed they could bribe God

with their sudden consciousness.

The emergence of examination

time table was the only thing that

reminded students of their

primary purpose of owning a

registeration number (reg

number). It was also a season of

revenge by fraternities on

wanted persons who may have

been on the run. The coming

weeks held many things in stock.

The good, the bad and the ugly.

Some will have their lives cut

short in the coming two weeks,

others will live to tell the tales.