<p><strong>CHAPTER 4: THE FIRST TEST </strong></p><p><br/></p><p> It was morning.</p><p><br/></p><p> I was still lying and my eyes lingered on the ceiling. </p><p><br/></p><p> I let out a smile. I am now a university student.</p><p><br/></p><p>Now in a kashere.</p><p><br/></p><p> But the smile didn't stay long </p><p><br/></p><p> “Ola, wake up. It's morning,” John called from the other corner of the room. “If you don't get there early, you'll spend the whole day in the queue.”</p><p><br/></p><p> I sat up immediately.</p><p><br/></p><p> “Queue?”</p><p><br/></p><p> By that time, Tepasay had already woken, listening to our conversations.</p><p><br/></p><p> He sat up and laughed, “You will understand.”</p><p><br/></p><p> I said my morning prayer and dashed to the bathroom.</p><p><br/></p><p> Then we set for school.</p><p><br/></p><p> The school atmosphere was busy.</p><p><br/></p><p> Students walked in different directions, carrying files, folders.</p><p><br/></p><p>Some students looked excited, while some looked lost.</p><p><br/></p><p> Parents followed their children to different offices.</p><p><br/></p><p> At that moment, my dad crossed my mind. </p><p><br/></p><p>He didn't call me throughout my journey and since I arrived at Kashere. </p><p><br/></p><p> “Is this man still angry with me,” I muttered to myself.</p><p><br/></p><p> Only Àdùní had consistently called me throughout my journey.</p><p><br/></p><p> John led me to the registration center.</p><p><br/></p><p> I saw a crowd from a distance.</p><p><br/></p><p> Students queued under the scorching morning sun, holding their documents and waiting for their turn.</p><p><br/></p><p> As we moved closer, my heart sank.</p><p><br/></p><p> “What's this?” I asked.</p><p><br/></p><p> John smiled.</p><p><br/></p><p> “Welcome to the University.”</p><p><br/></p><p> I stood still, clutching my document to my chest, as my eyes swept the whole place </p><p><br/></p><p> “Join the Queue, before another person overtakes you,” John advised. “We will see later. I am running for a lecture.”</p><p><br/></p><p> I sighed.</p><p><br/></p><p> “Thank you, John.”</p><p><br/></p><p> Then, I joined the wagon</p><p><br/></p><p> The registration process was going slowly.</p><p><br/></p><p> Students were entering the hall one after the other.</p><p><br/></p><p>While students kept arriving and joined the queue behind us.</p><p><br/></p><p> Hours passed.</p><p><br/></p><p> By afternoon, I was still on the queue, waiting for my turn. </p><p><br/></p><p> The sun became hotter and I was baptized by my sweat.</p><p><br/></p><p> I hadn't eaten anything all day.</p><p><br/></p><p>I was beginning to see a single thing in duplicate.</p><p><br/></p><p>And no one dared to leave the queue, because once you left, you had to start all over again.</p><p><br/></p><p> My intestines were already clamouring. </p><p><br/></p><p> My eyes felt heavy and my legs were hurt from hours of standing.</p><p><br/></p><p>After what felt like eternity, It was finally my turn.</p><p><br/></p><p> I completed my registration and walked out of the hall.</p><p><br/></p><p>I was exhausted, hungry and already wondering what I had gotten myself into.</p><p><br/></p><p>This was one of the experiences I would never forget.</p><p><br/></p><p>Because I had thought gaining admission was the hardest part.</p><p><br/></p><p>Meeen..I was wrong</p><p><br/></p><p>The queue was only my</p><p> first test.</p><p><br/></p><p>There are other shege promax ahead waiting for me patiently</p><p><br/></p><p>TO BE CONTINUED</p><p><br/></p><p>@ÀDÙNÍ</p><p><br/></p>