days rolled by, days soon rolled into the d-day: the competiton day. my boy, i wish you best of luck in the competition, uncle mustafa told eze. he would not go with him to the show.
only a few teachers and some students in primary six would go to represent the school. the chosen pupils were ushered in to the school bus and the journey to the biggest event's center in lagos began.
within forty five minutes, they had arrived at the venue eze was so surprised to see hundreds of different school uniforms. he became afraid because he knew thar he was competing with pupils that were more brilliant than him and he never wanted to fail his school and uncle mustafa.
