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!
It wasn’t long before my akpako brain started figuring out a way to beat it. I discovered that the students who were in the school choir stand on the platform and were never called out to recite multiplication table. So I went home and had this discussion with my dad…
Me: “Daddy, today the principal told me I had a good voice…”
He grunts then looks down at me like …and so?
Me: He said I must join the school choir…
Daddy: “I see…” while he’s still seeing biko make I just rush the whole thing…
Me: He said I must bring recorder to school on monday…
Daddy: “recorder? ” he asks…”ngbo mama yemisi”
Why is he asking mummy na… did mummy follow me to school ni?
Daddy sha bought me the recorder and on Monday I went to school and played the same scene to my headmaster. I told him that “my daddy said I must join the school choir”, since the recorder was my passport, I was in. That was how I overcame that traumatic period. How I got through secondary school taking science classes is completely beyond my understanding. Even more baffling is how I got to 200 level in University studying Medicine. Orisirisi! Wonders shall never end… I finally quit and started with Mass Communications…free from science at last! Free from maths! Freeeeeeeeee!
….So I thought! I don dey apply for job now. I’m lucky. I get called for interviews every few 200 + applications I send out. LOL. Is that good or bad? The dilemma now is Maths. Its back again. I have to go through these SHL numerical reasoning tests before I can proceed to the interview stage. I have taken 4 and have failed all four. *bows head*. Why should I be writing numerical test for a communications job role? wetin concern agbero with overload? who did i offend wey nor wan gree forgive me? Yesterday I glanced at the practice test and it read…
“If Prince has earned x dollars by working 3 days a week at a constant daily rate for w weeks, which of the following represents his daily wage”
I use all the people wey sabi maths reading this post as a point of contact. If I suddenly stop blogging and go missing, make una nor vex, its because I am finding ‘x‘…
