The sight on Bayo's face wasn't worth looking at, it made me remember the wrinkles on my late old Granny. His once joyful and exuberant body was no longer ready to dance to life's tantrum, seeing myself unable to do anything helpful to the situation hurt me the most.
After the test yesterday, expectations were high, boastful words poisoning even those who had nothing to say. I stayed a little or rather long while after my test just to see Bayo flare up telling me how simple and bold he was to the task just like old times, what I saw and heard rather was the opposite. Telling me he "has done his best", "God will take control" was unlike Bayo, "something was indeed wrong" I said to myself.
We were told while in the hall to expect an interview message for those of us who did well. Through-out the day, I prayed, made supplication (there was no Fasting), Sang all the hymns I could remember and finally heard the beeping sound of my phone with hopes high and a bit frustrated that it shouldn't be from those nonsense Telecom Providers who had sent 6 messages already.
At 9:33:42 pm, the subject of the message wasn't too catchy but my jubilation made people around me think I had won a Jackpot, "well maybe I have" the heart spoke, the grin on my face was so good and immediately I remembered 'Aaaaaargh Bayo'....