People who know me well know that I don't know maths...I no be olodo but I don't know shishi about maths. I have tried to learn, I even had a special 'lesson teacher' who did his best but naaatin entered. If any of my pikin no sabi maths I will know who e resemble. How I got a B in WAEC is beyond my comprehension....na tubu tubu I do throughout that paper. Don't ask me whether I pass JAMB. In fact, I do not remember any account of that day as I have selective memory which helps to blur out traumatic experiences in my life. Thankfully I have not had many.
I remember when I still dey primary school, someone came up with this brilliant idea that the headmaster should torture students every morning during assembly by randomly picking a student to the platform to recite a section of the multiplication table. Who that person was I don't know, I don't care and I despise them. Oh! the horror when you're pointed out and you dey recite 'two times one and two, two times teeree four, two times eleven ...in that singing multiplication voice and you get it wrong!The headmaster go call another person to recite am and if the pesin pass am, dem go give am cane to flog you. In front of every gadaaadddem person on the assembly. Horror!