PCOH Part 10
Nov 28, 2018.
I register for the baccalaureate in January for the next session without never preparing it. It was only after 30 June 2005 ( the holiday started that day) that, less than 10 days before the beginning of the bac set that year of July 5, I started revising. It is then quickly I just looked few formulas of Math, Physics, Chemistry, Biology and I created a group of work with some of my friends mercenaries. Together days and nights, we exercised about all the main disciplines of the baccalaureate. My goal was simple, having the baccalaureate with a good mention, my goal is having the Nigerien Scholarship, and even possible if there is any cooperation scholarship for Europe or the US I would do it. Here was how I did it convinced I would have it with a good mention I was thinking about 14/20 or 17/20. At my greater surprise that evening when the result was announced I had the baccalaureate, no surprise without any mention, a very shocking surprise. In addition, the subject of Math by itself, we have treated it in another form, two days before the baccalaureate. I could have not have it, for the simple reason, if they give me the mention to which I had right, they would have to face preventing me having a scholarship. Beside, even the fact that if I had it with above 12, I would have as well the total fund scholarship, then attenuating considerably my imprisonment. Those are the reasons made I have 11, when I calculated I was 3 points short of having the grades for 12/20; whereas I was sure to have at least 17/20. This experience teaches me with determination, man’s knows limit.
The mercenaries multiplied to have me failed that exam. A false candidate has been corrupted to trying to corrupt me for helping him getting baccalaureate. He proposed me money CFA 50000 against helping him succeeding at the exam; I refused. In the afternoon, he came in another negotiating version, telling me that was the 5thtime he was doing unsuccessfully the exam, and begs me to help him, my answer did not change. In the exam class, during the afternoon session, he asked me to help him at the presence of the surveuilant. If I did not denounce him it was only because doing so would increase my tension and busy me psychologically and that would have a negative impact on my performance. His harassment was done with the complicity of the surveuillant who could not pretend not seeing that he was bothering me.
The regime then on power was under American influence, and Bush’s son W. Bush was on power on 2005 then had huge power to prevent me have my deserved mention. The mercenaries sabotage did not stop here; there was a girl that was in front of me, placed exactly there because she looks as my mother. That girl was particularly pretty with her brown skin, and skinny body. I could see her wearing orange traditional dress. She sat in front of me, such way I could not treat my topic without seeing her, her back was quite open to open to my sight. She did not prevent me think, and nothing could either by the way I was determined to concentrate for having the greatest mention possible.
In the afternoon she did not come, I was busy my goal to think about something else. Then, at my great surprise the next morning, when I came with a great motivation and concentration for doing well this test, and when I did not expect to see her, she was sitting in front of me with the back cover with a very big injury that removed nearly all the skin of her back, which was covered by the red blood. To have my attention on the wound, she did not even put a band aid as it done normally. It was deliberately the injury was inflicted to her to disturb me while doing the exam. Nothing is more traumatizing than seeing such wound in front of you, will come in your mind the pain the person feels when she had it either in accident or not. The heartbreaking of all naturally like any human you will put yourself in her place and image the pain she felt and was feeling: here is what exactly disturbs. And imagine that this person attracted your attention and you come to have sensual feeling for her. I do not even know between her red scratching back or the odor of the bloody wound which bother the most. That human beings can be cruel.
