We were taking professional exams. Exams that will usher us into the path of leadership and management excellence in Nigeria. Yeah. Right.
The test takers paid no heed to the invigilator. Instead they urgently called out more questions and replied with louder answers, as if to do the deed before he lost his patience. Which he did:
“I don’t want to hear any noise! If you have anything to say, write it down and pass it!”
Huh? What did you say?
The class erupted in incredulous chatter and chuckles. We had just received an open invitation to cheat from our invigilator.
There’s fire on the mountain
And nobody seems to be on the run
Oh there’s fire on the mountaintop
And no one is running*
It seems to me that the silent mantra in this great country of ours has become:
Do whatever you can, say what you must, by hook or by crook, just stay on top.
But again I don’t blame the individual…I blame the system that breeds and protects the individual. What is scary is that we will reap what we sow.
So being the opportunistic lot that we are, a self-appointed class rep rose up in class the next day and announced that he and his seat mates decided it would be wise for everyone in the class to contribute some money to give to the invigilator…so that the day’s exams will go smoothly! “Just something small for her to use to buy Fanta you know, then she can use the change to credit her phone.”
I thought (and hoped) they were joking, until one of them showed up to collect my contribution...
One day the river will overflow
And there’ll be no place for us to go
And we will run, run
Wishing we had put out the fire
*Fire on the Mountain—Asa/ Cobhams Asuquo