There came that night like
every other night. I was sitting in my father’s house, considering what I had
to do for the rest of my 24hours. I am not a very serious type of student, but
I don’t count myself to be unserious either, maybe somewhere in the middle. On
one of my father’s
chair in the living room I sat, staring at the opposite
wall, while my mind continued to calculate what I needed to do. It was exam
time in school, and I knew that as well as I knew I had to read hard if I
should pass. Exams were getting tougher than they used to be, and the principal
and teachers had warned. Their warnings were normal; every student knew they
were bound to warm, what else can they do? Or so I thought.
So I gathered all the necessary books
in preparation for the night’s reading. Then after I had done the best of my
selections, I made a stay. Where was I going to read? All the rooms in the
house had been occupied by either one person or the other. Everybody was about
his or her own business. But still I had read. When I considered my
alternatives and their possibilities, I decided to read out. Now, our house is
located in the outskirt of a school compound with many buildings. Most of the night
readings I had done were either in the front of one of our neighbours’ house or
in a classroom. But on that very night, I chose to read in the then school main
office.
I was prepared to leave, but there was
one more problem; there was no light in the main office neither was there in
any of the classrooms. That was not so much a huge puzzle to solve, we had a
flash light. So I gripped the lamp with one hand, held my books in the other
and walked to the school office. With a few step from our house, I was sitting
in the office. I spread my books wide on the table while I negotiated which of
them to read first. One issue was to know where to read; another was what to
read and where to get started. I kept wondering which of my books neither my attention
first, until the unexpected happened.
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