Restitution Or Hhjgfhgdhgfhdgh?

So yesterday, I was going through twitter because I was bored and Nigerians have a way of being sarcastic about everything including death and other terrible happenings and twitter is the best place to find those kind of people especially when you have my kind of followers. On my journey to quench boredom, I found something hilarious that I felt the need to share. In Nollywood movies (for people that have watched a bit or still watch), when someone like Kanayo O. Kanayo for instance indulges in money rituals or better still ‘blood money’ and the time comes for him to renew the contract by getting a virgin maybe and he’s unable to get it, he then gets tormented by spirits and runs to the church where he confesses and gives his life to Christ. The aftermath of not being able to renew his contract is going back to square one. He becomes poor again and starts his hustle from the scratch. That was what came to my mind when I read the letter below, though not the same context but you get my point yeah?

If you’ve ever asked anyone any question relating to an exam you’ve ever written, that’s examination malpractice. It’s not until you have it written and squeezed into your tie that you’ve committed the malpractice. My point? We all or most of us have done that at some point, it doesn’t mean we would go back to repeat primary five or jss1 to prove that we’re now changed people and we want to live honest lives. What does a robber do when he repents? He stops! Does he go back to return all the money or bring back to the living the people he might have killed? No. Even if he can return the money, he won’t be able to bring back the dead still. Re-writing WAEC, JAMB then going through the process of gaining admission into a federal or state university takes a while, a long time if there is no connection or money to back it up. Do you think this 300 level student has made the right decision?

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