The wound from the 6 arrows of truth remains raw.

It’s been about a week since the results of the supposed final examinations were unveiled before me and the pain and disappointment seem to linger on. I would expect the aftershocks to persist through for many more months and perhaps years only to leave an unwanted scar. The scar that is very much avoided and despised upon in this society.

I recall receiving the news on this terminal that I’m typing this entry on, that fateful day with a queer snigger followed by a bolt of laughter which in turn led me to inevitably plunge into greater depths of despair. It’s not that I was expecting something good out of the examinations for I knew where I stand due to my inadequate attempt at preparation. However , I chose to mask all negative feelings by hoping that the odds would miraculously be conquered somehow. Sadly, It wasn’t meant to be. It only makes matters worse when you have relatives who appear to be concerned and yet gloat over your downfall behind your back.

I’ve let my family,some close friends, f and myself down. As for now, I can only hope to steer this ship and brave the choppy waters with divine guidance from the One above.