That carryover followed me from 100 till final year, getting to final year the course was no longer in our curriculum as a department. I forgot to tell you that then it was a borrowed course, now we have returned it to the owners 🤣. I walked from office to office, filled forms that were thrown into the trash bin either by me or those in the office, I was broken just because of one course, just one. I almost gave up because the process that followed picking another course to substitute the one I needed to write was hectic 😭.
That was when I met "my father." I call him my father; Winnie calls him my second husband. I call him my father because my last name is his middle name. He taught me everything I needed to know, he was a corporal in my school then, he drafted out time tables for me, gave me reading hours and play hours (he was really strict). How did we meet? I went to my faculty to do registration and he just saw my name and then ......... It wasn't easy but I did it. Normally, I can't read on my own; it has to be a question-and-answer section for me to understand perfectly. He stopped me from going for group reading and asked that I read alone for long hours, while in the background he was looking for ways to help with the registration of the course, and he did.
I wrote the exams and then passed, which I have been battling with since year one. God used him.
I would have loved to mention his full name but I'll just say ## Chukwuemeka Nnam ## God bless you. While writing this post his message just popped up on my screen 😁.
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I used to think that people who had, or should I say, carryovers are not serious in school; they are dullards who refuse to read their books. I'm not trying to justify the fact that everyone who had a carryover, it's not their fault. No, all I'm trying to say is that there are faces to these things. When I say I'm not trying to justify having a carryover, I mean it because I once had a carryover that I didn't read for, and that was the last carryover I had. The reason I didn't read for it was that the first carryover I had was a battle for me, I couldn't get the textbook because of financial restraints, and I couldn't go to the other room (because I don't have anything to give in the other room), both in cash and kind. I knew I read, I studied, and it devastated me, and then I lost hope of ever coming out of school with first-class honors. My joy was that I didn't promise anybody first class, not my parents, not my siblings, not my friends, not anybody. So.....