The head teacher gave me a basket to pass around various classes for student to drop what they’ve written.
The inferiority spirit still dwells in me. I just didn’t like what Iwrote. I felt the english were not properly used.
I lied that I’ve dropped mine but I didn’t.
I lost the intrinsic value of myself.
My English teacher called me the next day. She asked for my Dictionary.
Poor me! I forgot the essay I wrote inside it. I just gave it to her without checking.
“You’re called in the staff room” a classmate delivered.
“Mrs John sent for you” another came to deliver.
Fear gripped me!
I knew what the calls were all about.
The essay letter was enveloped,so she couldn’t even think it’s a rough sheet.
“Why didn’t you submit your essay?”
Words denied me that day!
The principal made several effort to enlist my essay with the ones they’ve sent.
Finally! He got in with one of those guys that came to inform us.
He(the guy) found my essay very interesting.
/> “You’re such an intelligent girl” he complimented my effort
He made mention that he was among the board that was saddled with responsibility to select the best from the good.
He told me categorically that he’ll select me but it was late.
All entries had been closed!
What INFERIORITY COMPLEX did to me!
That N100,000 meant a lot to us(a poor family).
Father also need drugs for his health.
The orphanage dropped us after the stipulated year.
We saw a new version of poverty.
I bet you can’t imagine!
Father didn’t survive the sickness,he died some months after.
My younger brother died some days after. He couldn’t withstand the whirlwind of life.
Since then,I conquered the spirit;
Never will I be a victim!
P.S: This story is fictional