…. “calm down!
Calm down!! I say shot up!!!”
A male muscular civil servant shouted
at the top of his booming-bass
voice like the roar of an infuriated
“Don’t tell us to keep quiet,
we’ve been standing here all day,
“one of the devastated students
replied in a very unequivocal pitch.
The civil servant searched deeply
with his red eyes for the flippant
student who replied to his
When his search yielded no dividend, he
closed his already opened mouth,
covering his coloured teeth from
the view of the onlookers.
It wasn’t the student’s fault, we were all
frustrated on this particular day.
Registration was said to be closing
in seven days, and all we could get
was forty candidates registered per
day, while about three hundred of
us stayed outside, mumbling.
The queue was a long line that seemed
to have no end.
At a certain point in time non of us cared to stay on the
line, we all considered it as a complete waste of time.
The adamant and stubborn ones that
stayed on, exposed themselves to
the baking heat of the sun.
The solar system shone without mercy.
Some of us had arrived at the Jamb
office as early as nine o’clock that
Staying till six o’clock in
the evening and having nothing to
show for it was not a fair deal.
Those that finally got their
registration done were left overs of
the previous day and those that
came as early as 5:00am that day.
Some of us later gave up and went
home, wasting a whole day and
At first, we were blaming the officials, but when we
peeped through the windows, we
saw it wasn’t really their fault.
There were only three desktops in
the computer room, meant for the
registration of about five hundred
The officials were at least
doing their best but the network
system seemed not to be on their
To worsen matters, the power
supply wasn’t really stable. In a
moment, they were out to on the
standby generator, then five
minutes later they turn it off, only
to get inside and see that the
power had been interrupted again.
When we saw all this, we put our
wastes in our pockets, counted our
losses and went back home quietly
and without agitation.
When our registration at the jamb
office wasn’t possible, or perhaps,
showed no hope of possibility, we(I
and three others) resorted to other
means of registration, like many
I wondered if the whole thing wasn’t ‘Graft’.
The alternative registration centres
collected an addition of #700 to the
grand price of #6200 for a
registration that should be done for
But we were all desperate,
nobody cared what it was or what it
meant, we just went for it like
running into a cave on a raining day.
At least, it isn’t our fault, they
pushed us to it.
So we did our registration at Adeleke university,
Red, Osun State.
Due to our urgency and other factors, we got
there too early, took our seat at the
front of the extra locked
registration ND CBT centre, waiting
for the officials.
Then, after about fifteen minutes, a woman arrived,
dressed in a very gorgeous apparel,
that we mistook her for the
registerer. The woman went to the
door and unlocked it as expected,
we were thankful our waiting had
come to an end. But some minutes
later, she came out, holding in her
gloved hands a mop and a watered
My registration wasn’t as expected.
It was just as if the Registerer was
being chased by a wild Dog.
He howled words at me like I didn’t pay
for his service.
All in the name of other waiting candidates.
Thinking was out of place, my choices I
don’t know. Everything I planned
for famished immediately,
sweating began. At last, registration
was over. We held our printed
forms in our hands, discussing the
necessity of the mock exam we
picked ‘yes’ for……….