Dear George Washington
Just yesterday I found myself reading a post online by a social media influencer. I noticed that I became absorbed in my watch that I almost tilted to pour a cup of hot water propped with my laps. You know, as it happens (perhaps to me, maybe not you) making terrible mistakes or disappointments makes me sullen—and at that, I am in most disposition to admire others who excel or have it easy. Two weeks/months ago, I read an abstracted expression saying “Beating yourself up in your disappointment, does not only abash you but chains you to your past”. Every Nigerian wants to pass JAMB with top scores like 300, 350, in fact all 400, but do you know that at times things do not turn out the way we want it? Or in another instance of you exerting your absolute confidence, truth, trust and silence into an examination giving you a somewhat great aplomb and an justifying aura, yet when the result comes out you perform below your expectations.
To say the least, it has happened to me severally and I know how it feels. Some people will even give you a affected laughter or a very accusing tone because they feel you are not good enough or “you don't know your ability”.
I got 249 in JAMB even when I excitedly anticipated for 315 or 3 twenty something. I received abuses from people and compliments from other people. Abuses like “Fair... You know, I expected more... You performed below expectation... At my back: he doesn't even know his ability... 249 is low for you... Law is 270 upward, what will you do?... I am not happy with your score, oh.
Do you know that I cross-checked my answers before submitting and emended errors till I was satisfied and submitted.
I was cast into an abyss of despair, loneliness and ignorance because I felt diffident acutely conscious of the fact that my painstaking preps, readings were futile. A sense of disillusionment pervaded me to do anything independently. After all, my course of action was ineffective.
Shortly after this hullabaloo, a lockdown restriction was declared and every single person in school stayed at home for eight maximum.
As it were, I began to ask myself weird if not absurd, illogical and insensible questions like “Does God truly exist?”or “Is he capable of occupying the aerial anchorage of the world’s affairs?” In primary two, Mrs Adebayo asserted that if you hit your arm or leg, God is angry with you. So, anytime it happens I just know that God is against me.
Moreover, in the same analogy of adjacent bullrushes of mosses interlacing en bloc, so was my utter fear that overwhelmingly remained unabated. Regardless of all this, I escaped by daydreaming my past attainments.
Dear George Washington, darling of greatness. Being a member of the upper age limit to lead an international administration of popular acclaim is totally adulatory. Propelled by the spirit of adventure amid investigation, denial or withdrawal of daunting allegations. The advancement of education, science and knowledge augurs well but when will aeons years dazzle that our eyes dilate and we can say it is within ace from now? all our agitations against the adverse effects can hence be sated with flowing adrenaline, of the heat of the moment; a fine time like a skin of alabaster.
Accordingly, believe it or not, you too can do it. After the lockdown was eased we were all gained admittance to write our examination. Right from time immemorial I have always challenged myself to get an A¹ or B² in Literature and I can tell you, I achieved a B² not only in Literature but in English as well as other core subjects; I was utterly delighted. On top of this, I passed my previous examination with nothing less than a credit. Things like helps me keep the ball of persistent trial rolling—success moving in an analogue circuit.
You didn't fail; you got stronger. People often adduce that success has friends because just small oaks from little acorn grow, they too amid mutual or personal antipathy can also benefit knowledge.
Thank you for your continual readership, dear Steemians.