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Rise again

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 9 A.m. A cold July weather only serves to exacerbate my agonies.This day,amid an hubbub of jubilation,I and a few others sink in indignation.It's still wee to have such daytime lethargy but I guess I'll just have to decipher upon events of recent weeks that have kept buffeting my life.

Monday was levitation for me.So was Wednesday,Thursday and Friday.It wasn't physical.Rather, it was something doing rounds in my mind at the thought of assessment tests were underway.And I did levitate till the 'get together' as my dons  call it.Like a peremptory finger,they were,harassing and haranguing me about.The more I tried to answer those questions the more impervious  seemed my efforts.My lack of preparedness and hence a short in subversive ideas was the cause of it all-I knew.

My classmates jotted and turned papers over .On the contrary,I whiled time away thinking what could possibly become of me.The little knowledge I had borrowed the previous night from books quickly dissipated and in there I enunciated with with hollowness.Holly molly,who knows.


A week after here we are.The awesome patriarchs of academia are rejoicing at the obvious fact that their in-depth efforts just wouldn't go unrewarded.As for my follies and I,life is just the usual norm.We keep hoping and nothing more.I even rounded my cohorts and tried to come up with something worth our time.In any case defeat ain't the worst of failures.'We fall so that we can learn to pick ourselves up' I get acquainted with Van Dame.It has since argued that success follows excellence anyway.A consolation.

Today I kept thinking about my parents.Wherever they are,they take pride in the fact that they got 'an academic giant' giant on the loose.Little do they know that laziness has had toll and eaten a figment of  his lazy mind.Am not being 'sassy' they expect I should.But imma rise again.Soon,I'll be on my feet again retracing all the steps I lost.Soon,my mind will slip into a lasso of academic books and litanies of academic jargon.A promissory note.Surely,this will be the only irrefutable proof of determination.

The sky is pale.It's hectic for every soul traversing this institution today.Seems like I'll have to pacify up so that I won't be left behind in this life long race.I keep struggling for a future so uncertain.I wonder and shake away a langour of destructive thoughts.To bring the best out of me,I must up my game-I decide.And If I do just that my father upstairs won't hesitate to pay His credence.

Soon another get together will come calling.I will be a feted dignitary to that don.I will definitely pull a surprise that is akin to being a part of a train on a mule.I am mandated to bring that difference thereof cause nobody will bring it for me anyway

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