WE ARE DONE!

"Yea we are done, it is over"

I shouted to the breadth of my vocal cords, stretching them to release more decibels to the breadth of the air.

"Let's take a pic" she said as she wiggled her bounty Ass up to where I stood looking at the empty hall that had

accommodated me, while my brains came under the piercing steel blade of the brain surgeon.

As much as I hated selfies, I obliged her, not because I needed a picture badly, but because this might be our last time with each other, and the least I could afford was approve her selfie.

Click!

And I was walking out, she tried holding me back, so we could try more postures, but I wasn't ready to pose before a camera for pictures that would be picmixed afterwards and end on someone's DP. That is if I get lucky, she might as well decide to crop me out of the stuff, they do it often.

"No" I told her "one is enough"

I wonder why she needed another, she wasn't going to make an album out of it, moreover I was never going to get a copy of the clicks, and so why stand for pictures you won't see again? I thought pictures were for remembrance.

Setting myself free from her selfie glee, I walked down to join my friends. We had planned to celebrate our final exams with video games, over some bottles of cold wine.

"Yea we are done" I said loudly to no one in particular, "we were done with the 'Classless Society'"

That's what they called us anyway. The trial phase was over, and the real deal would begin sometime after 2 months.

However, it is for only those who passed the trials, and few of us would make it. At this point in my thought, I took a sweep look around the faces around me, all smiling in glee of a fulfilled 2 years; barely few of them understood that this moment might be the last.

I would patiently wait for the results. It is neither the exams nor the results that kill you, it is the wait. That interval from the final paper to when the list is out is the most defining moment of your life.

You itch your ears to listen to any news, hoping you make the headlines, the rumor mongers make the best out of you, as you patiently or rather impatiently wait for that list, which you ain't even sure your name made it.

You frequent the church or mosque, whichever suits you, appealing your case to God to consider a judgment in your favor, at that moment all the saints become your witness, but the truth is that your CGPA remains the Jury on whose decision your case is considered, pending the decision of the Judge.

This is the moment when you cling to faith and fate, hoping for the best they would offer.

In those 2 or 3 months of wait, what gives you an edge is information. It doesn't end with your final exams. There are times when you are called up to submit one file or the other, buy one form or the other, and this is the time when most people loose what could have been theirs, because they travelled so far, and started making merry without any source to credible information, they fall out with the best friend of all 'Admission'.

Congrats to all who have bagged the Certificate that never gets useful 'DIP.' I wish you the best of what you have sown, the grace would keep you during the wait.

Please in my nature of being generous, even with what I don't have. The battle ain't over yet, stay glued to all the information sources you know, you better be informed or face deformation.

See you at the other side, Hmmmm but it is very boring and tiring here sha, but no problem. I already got rooms reserved for you.

Scaling through is not an option, you better make it to this place.

JISIENU IKE

#DedicatedToAllDiplomaticFinalists 

Augustus Bill

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