Last Test On Campus - Idea Is Needed

One thing that usually awakens a weak student is a test or examination but for me, I ensure not to miss classes because I don't know how to stress myself reading for long hours.

During my final semester at the university, I took one wide course (History of East and Central Africa). That course had a lot of Swahili names that I had to memorize. I did my best to keep them in my memory. Having read a lot about South African history, some of the names weren't new to me.

Activities for the completion of our degree program soon. The games, celebration, handing-over (departmental, hostel, and fellowship executive position leaders), and whatnot, during which mentions about finally leaving the university life dawned on me, and yet hoping to begin another phase in the "favor market".

Amid all this excitement, we received some organization that was looking at employing fresh graduates in various fields, coming to screen interested final-year students for job allocation. That morning, as we were still in the euphoria of leaving school, a group of young men, neatly dressed in nice suits came to our department. On their vehicle was an inscription, #USAID.

It was their usual procedure to visit university campuses to screen candidates to get the best. Suddenly, our Head of Department entered our lecture room and announced the presence of the officers, that we would be taking a test immediately.

I was so unprepared and never knew where the questions would be coming from but I was certain I wasn't going to fail the test. We were about fifteen that sat for the test and funny enough, the questions were drawn from the metric table. Stuff like centimeters, milliliters, decimetres, and more were asked. Though I have forgotten some of these, the last time I saw this was in primary school. Believe me, I had to start receiving some of those primary school rhymes in my head to get the values for the questions that were asked.

When the test had ended, we were asked to wait to get the results. Ordinarily, no one likes his or her results to be made public. That was what I was thinking in my mind. Whether the result was good or otherwise, it should be treated as confidential. As if the officers knew my thoughts, they called us one by one to see our results. It wasn't so bad (laughs). I scored eighty-five percent (85%) which was good enough to progress to the next phase of the test that would be conducted in Abuja. Only three of us were qualified. To be truthful, it pays to pay attention to little things, especially during class sessions, symposia, conferences, workshops and lectures. I could say that my saving grace was my ability to visualize most of the class sessions I have had in the past.