Chapter Thirty-Seven

Dera's heart overflowed with joy as she received her dollars from the bank. A total of 490 dollars, a sum she had never imagined possessing. Overwhelmed by the moment, she gathered her family for a photo to forever remember this milestone. The touch of the dollars in her hands felt surreal, like a dream come true.

Tears welled up in Dera's eyes, realising the magnitude of her accomplishment. She walked up to her brother and embraced him tightly. 'You truly are the best brother in the whole world!'

'I did what any best brother would do,' Andrew replied, beaming down at her. Seeing Dera succeed was all he had hoped for. 'You should thank Goodwall more,' he added, lifting her head gently. 'Don't cry.'

'They're tears of joy,' Dera assured him.

'Yeah, I know. Women tend to cry at every little thing,' Andrew playfully remarked.

Dera playfully poked his nose, and laughter filled the air as they shared a special moment. Beatrice and Emeka watched their children, their hearts swelling with pride and happiness.

'Goodwall is not fake,' Emeka whispered, and Beatrice nodded in agreement.

'Why not open an account with Goodwall?' Dera suggested to Andrew.

'To do that, I'll buy you a phone that would 'Goodwall' you,' Andrew joked, earning another laugh from Dera.

Later in the afternoon, Dera retreated to her room for a quick nap. Absent from school that day, she had ventured to the bank to collect her hard-earned American dollars, which she had triumphantly won on Goodwall. As she prepared to crawl into her small bed, a faint sound of laughter reached her ears, piquing her curiosity. Intrigued, she approached the window.

Peeking out of her window, she spotted Rebecca strolling along the street, donning a trendy ensemble. Rebecca wore a pair of stylish cutoff shorts paired with a white cropped t-shirt. Completing her look was a baseball cap that added a sporty touch. Walking beside her was her handsome boyfriend, dressed in a crisp white shirt, black skinny jeans, and sleek white sneakers. Their hands intertwined, they made their way towards the restaurant located just a block away.

'I see why you had the audacity to insult my father the other day,' Dera muttered to herself. 'Anyway, I'm just glad my bicycle wasn't sold to you.' Shrugging off the thought, she returned to her bed.

Upon waking from her nap, Dera sat at her study desk and diligently tackled the practice questions she had borrowed from the nearby bookshop. Since she was no longer allowed access to the school library, she was determined to find exam practice workbooks to continue her studies.

With her trusty HB pencil in hand, she confidently wrote down her answers. The questions seemed familiar, as she had encountered them countless times before. Having gone through most of the practice questions, Dera felt a sense of assurance as she solved them without relying on teachers for assistance.