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How futile our preparations look!
We study hard; all those big books,
and yet when results are released,
we are always far from being pleased:
While preparing for my last Exam,
I decided not to cram.
I read as if I couldn’t pray;
read in the night and day.
And I prayed as if I couldn’t read;
prayed till sweats came in beads.
Exam day came and I felt relaxed,
it was simple, and I thought I’d passed.
But, when the results came,
I had to bow my head in shame.
I became convinced beyond doubt,
that my real result was sold out.
What then angered me most,
was what it had all cost.
Very beautiful poem! Too bad it tells of sad events
thanks, it’s really about this year’s UTME.