Chapter Forty-Six

Three weeks later, the NECO exam commenced, and those who had registered returned to school to sit for their exams.

And just like that, the examination came to an end. On that day, all the students felt a sense of imminent separation. After today, they might not cross paths or see each other again. Those who passed either their WASSCE or NECO would have the opportunity to take the UTME, while those who didn't perform well would have to retake the exams next year, explore menial jobs, learn new skills, or even consider getting married. Some might be fortunate enough to be featured on TV or in newspapers, while others might remain hidden in their cosy homes forever.

At this moment, the differences between individuals became apparent. In this journey of life, everyone had their own path to follow.

Reflecting on their shared experiences, they shed tears of both joy and sorrow, engaged in passionate debates, shared hearty laughter, and even reminisced about the occasional conflicts they had experienced during the six years they spent together in secondary school. And as they stood on the threshold of parting ways, their hearts were filled with a mix of emotions. They hoped to see each other again. They wished for success on their respective journeys in life.

'This is Peach Secondary School. Let's not dwell on anything disheartening,' Dera said as she reached the photo booth on the school lawn, clutching a graduation autograph book, just like the other students. 'We'll always come back for a reunion. That way, we can see each other every year, okay?' Her eyes were warm and bright.

'I like that,' Jennifer said, her smile reaching her eyes. 'We should create a group chat not only on Whatsapp but also on Goodwall.'

The students wholeheartedly embraced Dera's suggestion with enthusiasm. The idea of a student reunion resonated deeply, presenting an ideal opportunity to reconnect and reminisce. However, they acknowledged that not everyone might be able to attend due to their demanding schedules. Some students might also choose not to join the reunion due to a sense of inferiority, fearing they might not have achieved the same level of success as their peers who could potentially become top business magnets or celebrities. Nevertheless, the overall sentiment of the group remained positive, recognising the importance of rekindling connections and cherishing the shared memories, regardless of individual paths and accomplishments.

'I'm going to create a group chat for us. We'll be closer than we can imagine,' Dera suggested again.

They exchanged their autograph books, signing for each other. Suddenly, Abraham started humming a Thank You Teacher song, and the other students happily joined in.

Soon, the sound of joyful voices filled the lush lawn as they sang and danced together. Seated on the vibrant green grass, they ate, drank, and sang in unison. The students wished for this moment to last a little longer, as it would likely be the last time they would all be together.

'Today marks the end of a chapter in your lives, but it also marks the beginning of a new one,' Mrs. Nnaji addressed the students, capturing their attention. They turned towards her, eager to listen. 'Every day, you are the authors of your own story, writing a new page and flipping through the chapters until the end of your life's journey.' Mrs. Nnaji paused and continued, 'Each of your stories will be unique, filled with suspense, excitement, challenges, and unexpected twists. The beauty lies in the fact that you hold the pen and have the power to shape your own narrative. Along the way, new characters will enter your story. Some will play significant roles as supporting leads, others will be important extras, and some may have smaller parts. Yet, each character, big or small, will have an impact on your life. That's why it's crucial to choose your characters wisely.' She emphasised, 'As the scriptwriter of your life's story, I urge you to be mindful of the roles you assign to others. A well-written and well-acted story has the potential to captivate audiences and reach great heights. Just like a box office hit, a good story requires careful selection of characters and thoughtful execution.'

The students absorbed Mrs. Nnaji's words, understanding the importance of their choices and the impact they could have on their own life's narrative. With a newfound appreciation for their role as storytellers, they eagerly embraced the challenge of creating a compelling and fulfilling story for themselves.

A gentle evening breeze caressed the lawn, carrying with it a sense of melancholy. Mrs. Nnaji could feel the students' reluctance to part ways, their hearts heavy with sadness. Deep down, they longed to stay together. However, she knew that growth and personal development required them to embark on separate paths.

As Mrs. Nnaji addressed the students, her voice filled with empathy, she shared their sentiment. 'If I had the power, I would write a story where all of you could remain together, where joy would fill every page, and your deepest desires would come true. However, life's journey demands that each of us takes charge of our own stories.' With warmth in her eyes, she encouraged them, 'As you continue writing the chapters of your lives, never forget that you are both the authors and the lead characters. Craft a script that brings you fulfillment and leaves you with a smile of satisfaction.'

'Yes, ma'am,' the students replied in unison, their voices filled with determination and understanding.

Mrs. Nnaji knew that her words had resonated with them. She trusted that they would embrace the challenges ahead, armed with the knowledge that they held the power to shape their own destinies. With hearts filled with hope and minds brimming with possibilities, they were ready to script their stories with purpose and resilience.

Emotions ran high, and tears freely cascaded down their cheeks. Mrs. Nnaji, too, had teary eyes. As she turned to leave, Dera hurriedly caught up to her, wrapping her arms around her from behind as tears streamed down her face.

'Dera, what are your plans before entering the university?' Mrs. Nnaji asked Dera.

Mrs. Nnaji had always supported Dera in her dreams. So with this question, Dera felt she shouldn't hide anything.

'I'm going to look for work. If I save enough, then I will be able to enroll in a one-year computer training program. After that, I'll apply for my UTME... I'll be eighteen by then,' Dera replied, tears glistening in her eyes. 'I can't be a good journalist without computer knowledge. Besides, I've heard that the UTME examination is computer-based. The training will strengthen my skills and help me have a smooth examination experience.' She managed a smile, but tears still gently trickled down her face.

Mrs. Nnaji turned around to face her. 'I might see you on the big screen one day.'

Dera laughed, wiping away her tears with the back of her hand. 'I am not going to be an actress...'

'I wasn't talking about that. I was referring to you becoming a reporter in one of the top TV stations,' Mrs. Nnaji reassured Dera, patting her shoulder. 'Work hard. I know you can do it. I believe in you.'

'Yep. Thank you, ma'am,' Dera replied gratefully.

Mrs. Nnaji reached out to touch Dera's face. 'If you ever need anything, I am just a Goodwall message away from you.'

They both laughed, sharing a moment of genuine connection. Dera held Mrs. Nnaji's hand. 'Thank you so much for everything. You gave me the strength to always hope and believe.'

Mrs. Nnaji smiled. 'Dera, there's a saying that life is like a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving... I want you to keep pedalling.' She let out a sigh. 'Go and chat a little with your classmates. You might never have a chance like this again.'

Dera nodded with a smile and headed back to her classmates. As she looked at the school grounds filled with beautiful flowers, she felt a sense of pride for helping take care of the plants and flowers.