Entering SS1 is really not beans in Nigerian secondary schools. You have juniors to boss around, plus you start wearing trousers.
Femi is just another SS1 boy having the time of his life. His voice in now deeper, the long break has made him fresh, small teddy (sideburns), and of course, all the girls want to hold him for ransom.
When all his teachers are teaching, Femi is like.
All deez is none of my business.
Deez nor my result.
But the teacher can go to hell, so Femi just buys tippex, changes his 5 F’s to P’s. So when his classmates ask if he failed any subjects, he says none.
When he gets home, his mum asks him about his result. ”It is fine”, he answers. And in his head, he’s like.
Then she drops the bomb on him.
She sees the tippex and asks, he lies that it is his teacher.
And she goes, “Every teacher who makes a correction on a result sheet must sign on it, I need to go and see that your teacher tomorrow.”
And then Femi starts to think of what will happen in school.
So he tries to explain, “mummy…”
”I’m the one that…”
Femi is survived by his father, mother, and sister.