MIRACLES IN MY HANDS:
We had just finished writing our last paper of the May/June SSCE, as I peered through the window to see my mates excited with screams, boys and girls running, songs of victory, and class mates signing out their names on classroom walls and our white blouses and shirts, I couldn’t help but think of what life held for me... the struggle to raise the exam fees were vivid in my mind until Tega smacked me on the head with ruler. She said “Ochuko everyone is outside celebrating, what you are doing inside the class?” I really didn’t feel like this celebration, but she urged me to join in saying “you would never have this experience again, just enjoy it”. So I zipped my bag and joined the play outside. While we waited for the result and planned for what next, I followed my widowed mum to the village market where she sells vegetables, and occasionally to the big town on market days when we had larger harvest. Our little sales was used to maintain the house and my siblings still i