My near 'drop out' experience.
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So I was called back home from my place of work by my mum to go back to my school for my clearance. I have been postponing the clearance since July but the frequent calling from mum forced me made up my mind to go do the school thing.

Initially, I don't like school, no, wait, I don't like the educational system of our dear Nigeria and it made me not to like school.

It was Monday morning, I woke up at around 5:30am to prepare for my journey to Ekiti state. I switched on my phone's flashlight but it wouldn't come up. Actually, the screen was having problem and it would keep touching itself. I got impatient and smashed the phone on the concrete wall.

So I left Abuja for Ekiti State with no phone at hand. Mum had asked why I would travel without a phone, that how would I be contacted that morning but I told her I would cope and call her when I get to Ekiti state.

When I arrived Ekiti state at around 6:20pm, I bought a small phone to at least insert my sim card and make calls. I did and started making calls to notify home I have arrived safely.

To the main deal.

I left for the school hoping to begin clearing on Tuesday morning. I paid all necessary fees and collected the clearance form.

I began walking from offices to offices for the concerned lecturers to sign but most of the lecturers from the other departments would say they are on strike so they can't sign for me.

Fine, the school is on strike but that doesn't stop the clearance. After all, lecturers are present in the school premises.

I was begging and they were saying they won't sign.

'Ahh! This system sucks.'

I began to wonder why clearance would be hell.

I had to go make complaint to the higher authorities the second day. Fine, it was signed by the authorities but it doesn't end there.

To the moment I made up my mind to drop out.

Having signed all required documents, I left for the school admin to submit my O'level results. I haven't mentioned I had to travel to Niger state for the collection of my original O'level result before leaving for Ekiti state. It was stressful, very stressful.

I entered the appropriate office to submit but I was asked to wait. Like a patient lion, I did, hoping to end the stress.

After three hours, I was called in. I gave the woman all the documents and watched how she was staring at them with discomfort.

'Hmm. This one should not tell me nonsense again o.'

After few minutes, she gave me back my documents and said my NECO result is not original. She said I should go back to my secondary school to ask for it.

I explained I had to travel to Niger state for the result and the school gave me the both result. The WAEC was original but the NECO was as a statement of result.

I begged her to understand. I told her statement of result cannot lie that she should consider how far Niger state is to Ekiti state and the resources I would use for the travels. But, she didn't listen. She sent away the patient lion that has waited for four hours.

What a system!

Again, I accommodated resilience and decided to visit the branch office of NECO in Ado-ekiti hoping they would provide the original.

I left for NECO's office and when I get there, they told me they don't have it. They told me I should go back to Niger state.

'Haaa! Niger state again?'

I made up my mind to quit. I made up my mind to drop out.

'I hate school. To hell with the system.'

To the moment that aborted my decision.

Since I have made up my mind to quit, I decided to tell a brother I'll be leaving for Abuja without accomplishing my mission.
I called him and that call changed my mind. That call aborted my decision.

'David, try na.'

That was the clause he used that changed my mind.

The lion is back on his feet.
Again, I went to the school looking very tired and dirty. I saw a man at the entrance of the admin and I was pushed by something within to explain everything to him.

'Good day sir, I have a problem which I feel you can help me solve,' I said feeling very exhausted.

'How sure are you I can solve it? Well, say it,' he said.

I brought out my documents and explained how my O'level was not accepted because one is a statement and not the original. I told him I have been doing my clearance for two weeks now and how I was delayed by some lecturers. He said it shouldn't be like that. He said two days is enough, that I should have complained to higher authorities. He said they are paid to do the work and he sees no reason why they should delay me.

Behold, the one I complained to was among the head of the department. He was the boss.

He collected my documents and stamped it at the front of the woman who chased me away.

And lo, I was given my result the following Monday.

If you want to know the one who says I should try, indicate in the comment section.

Creating and sharing with the world,
Davidlein.

Ohh, please tell us who asked you to try?

OlufemiWhit:
Ohh, please tell us who asked you to try?

Fisoge did!
My blood.