Sheryl* got 397 in her KCPE. She was 3 marks away from the 400 margin, a reality that hit her with so much regrets.
She had been scooping 450 marks in internal exams, sometimes 430 and on bad days she bagged 410 or something in that neighbourhood. She hardly slid down to below 400.
I had only taught their class for a term, but I could already place a prediction on how the results would come out. I knew very well that this one girl was either going to be announced on TV or be announced on TV. There was no debate on that.
Now you understand why she was regretting.
No you don’t, perhaps you think she was er… not believing that those were her marks? You are right.
The moment she got news of her results, Sheryl delved into a pin drop silence. She didn’t utter a word. She didn’t know whether to celebrate that her prayers of joining Precious Blood Highschool had finally been answered or to cry because 3 marks snatched her a chance into 400.
On the flip, her mom was happy. She couldn’t hide the bliss in her. The results had exposed the hyper side of her that no one had ever seen before. She jumped, crawled on the floor, shouted and uttered a torrent of “thank you Lord.” If she were to be given a dollar for every “thank you Lord” she uttered, she would have been in the same list with Elon Musk and Jeff Bezos. Indeed, a mother’s joy is seen in their children’s achievement.
Sheryl was on the fence of happiness and regret. She regretted why she didn’t put in more effort to fetch those 3 marks. Even though she did all she could to prepare for the exams, she still felt she missed to do something that cost her those 3 marks. The only pinch that pushed her back to reality was the fact that she was sure of joining Precious Blood High School, her dream highschool.
30-minutes after the news came out, she was on her uncles and aunties’ shoulders, carried so high. They ranted Kikuyu songs as they matched to the road. You could mistaken the scene for a peaceful demonstration. The whole world around her was happy for her milestone, except her. The regrets in her head couldn’t allow her to flash a grin.
No one understood her shock more than she did. Only 3 marks?
All in all, her dream came true, she passed with flying colours – She will join Precious Blood high school. She will work hard and become a doctor. Can I get an Amen to that?
She will, also, be that good student, and later a good citizen. She will make her mom proud again and again. And I, as her teacher of English will always be happy to see her win. Drop another Amen to that, will you?