Joy Over Statistics.

You see that joy that comes from checking your results and not seeing any carryover? Omo! That thing is different, It will reset your brain and even make your food taste sweeter that day.

I still remember the day clearly, It was one hot afternoon, I was lying down pressing phone, not even thinking about school or anything academic, then a message entered our class WhatsApp group “RESULT IS OUT!!!” That was how my body jumped up immediately, my heart started beating so fast, I didn’t even waste time, I grabbed my phone properly and rushed to the open the result document

As I logged in, I just kept praying silently, “God please, just Statistics, let me pass that one, I no wan carry anything.”

I was not really scared about the other courses, but statistics had me on chokehold that semester, not because I didn’t study o, but that course ehn, it has a way of making your brain sweat, once I saw the grades loading, my body was shaking. You know that kind of fear that comes with calculation courses , even if you wrote the exam well, you will still be scared somehow.

When I saw it , No carryover.....

I just screamed, “Jesus! I passed oh!”

I quickly called Ifeoma first.

“Ifeeee!” I shouted when she picked.

“Wetin happen?” she asked, already sounding scared.

“Result don come out! I passed! No carryover!” I said, jumping on my bed.

“Ehn?? Wait first, let me check mine!”

While she was checking hers, I already moved on to call Bolu.

“Bolu!!!”

She was like, “What happened?”

“Result don drop oh! Go and check, i no carry anything! Even statistics!”

She screamed on her own end too, “Ahh, God I must check now now.”

After some minutes, Ifeoma called me back and said, “Babe I passed too oh! No carryover!”

The three of us were just rejoicing over the phone like we won a lottery, see ehn honestly, it felt like we did.

You will not understand if you have never had that fear of carryover, the way school stress is already enough, add one carryover on top, it can just mess with your mind and your plans, that is why that day was pure joy for me, I remember smiling to myself for the rest of the day, walking around the compound like a boss.

Later that evening, I bought chilled zobo and biscuit from the woman down the road, and I sat outside the house at the veranda actually , feeling like one achiever like that, even breeze was blowing me differently.

You see sometimes, joy does not come in big dramatic things, It is in those small wins, likke surviving a tough semester and coming out clean.

That joy, it burned in my chest small, like a warm flame just reminding me that I tried, even when I feel like I am not.

Because life will always bring another challenge, another statistics type wahala. But moments like that remind me that joy is possible , and it is worth holding on for.

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