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<p>“Ẹ káàárọ̀, ma,” with an energetic voice, he said good morning in Yoruba.</p><p><br/></p><p>The pleasantries didn’t go far before he proceeded with his question: “Your child said he hasn’t been to his hometown before, why is that?”</p><p><br/></p><p>I could tell from his tone that my mum was trying to play offense. The phone wasn’t on speaker, but I knew the call was getting tough. Not too long after, he handed the phone back to me. With a stern face and a flat voice, he said, “I will give you a project where you will have to go to your hometown for research. You will bring for me a picture of the king’s palace and the entry point of the town. All my students do that for their final year research, or I can just give it as a random assignment, I wasn’t his student, it was a borrowed course but I couldn’t risk it. If you don’t do it, I’ll fail you.”</p><p><br/></p><p>“Fail.” Here was that word again.</p><p>Now he had attended to some people and it was my turn. He asked for my full name, matric number, and JAMB reg, and then he smiled and with a calm voice he said, “Well done, you can go.”</p><p><br/></p><p>Partially relieved, I left his office—partially because of the fear of the project he talked about, and my mother had already called me after he gave me the phone, but I cut it, because I was still in his office. I checked my mother’s chat; she left a voice note, and she was furious. Why was he prying and poking his nose?</p><p><br/></p><p>Outside, I met my class representative and waited for her to finish. She told me he had asked her the exact same questions he asked me, but her conversation didn't go as far because she had actually been to her hometown.</p><p>"Are we still offering this man’s course this semester?" I asked her.</p><p>Then she said, “No.”</p><p>You had to see the joy in my face—it lit up instantly! I texted my mother the news and she was like, “Ok.” Nonchalant…</p><p><br/></p><p>But I knew. I knew what to do next time. It was a lesson, and I learned it: play smart, but play fair. I went home happy—not just because of the news, but because I knew I had passed his course. The results haven’t been released yet, but this is already a huge win.</p><p><br/></p><p>And all this while, my dad’s phone was switched off; he had absolutely no clue.</p>
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