By Raaina Aranmolate 2 months ago

"Get out!" Professor Bolu's booming voice jolts me back to reality. 


Even through the tears that's pooled at my eyes, I can see that the board is still blank. At least, there are no new writings from my marker.


With steps, leaden with shame, I turn and start to lumber out of the class, head hung low.


"Your name and Matric number." Professor Bolu stops me. "And my marker."


I blink back my tears,  gulp down my shame and the lump in my throat, but only manage to croak out, "Jihad Omonikara Abdul-Kareem. MC16003."


Extracted from my story, JIHAD, on Wattpad. 

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