Snap! That phase is over. What’s next? University! Oh, that. Piece of cake. You’re gonna king it as usual, shebi na you? Champion of Ajumoni Secondary School, somewhere in the heart of Ajegunle. Baba oo!

So JAMB form becomes available and you go with your guys to go get the form like...

Y'all walk home, holding that silly green brochure proudly and feeling yourselves…

Remember that oponnu among your guys who actually spends more time going through the brochure than actually reading in preparation for the exam...

Time to select schools and courses, and your father, mother, sister, brother, uncle, aunt, basically everyone in your family gathers to help you make the best choice like…

Then y'all choose courses like Law, Medicine, Enginering, Banking and Finance, Pharmacy, etc.

JAMB will just be looking at you people like;

You tell your extended family and friends, and anyone who cares to listen that if it’s not UNILAG, UI, OAU, or  NSUKKA, you don’t want to hear about it. Osun State University looking at you like

After that, the next thing is to join those tutorial centres with the tacky names where they tell you that the least score you’ll ever get is 350

Exam day is only one week away, and it dawns on you that you haven’t read nothing. But its better late than never, so you gather Ababio, Okeke, Mastering English, Macmillan, Chike and the River, Emeka and Obi... everything you can lay your hands on... and you just lock yourself up in your room and get down to it

Finally, exam day and candidates be like…

After all the invigilators checking you and all, you settle down to smash the exam.

But... surprise, surprise... comprehension passage and the attached questions... *in Francis Odega's voice* You don't  know nothing!Antonyms and synonyms. None.Ok. Let me check chemistry. NothingMaths nko? Mba nu. You are just there like...

As if that's not enough, you left the hall, and heard people talking about that number 21 maths question. They’re arguing that the answer is 6, 8, or maybe 12. But your calculation gave you -23.

Results come out and you see 199...

You sulk and act sober for two weeks, then vow to kill the exams next year, and go ahead with that plan to study medicine at UNILAG.

Meanwhile, JAMB will just be there as always, waiting for you like...

So here's where this article ends with a minute silence for the careers JAMB ended back in the day.

Shout out to all of us that passed that exam when it was still called JAMB, and the cut-off mark was 200. The present generation of scholars, who will be writing UTME or whatever they call it now, will never know the fun, the stress, and the struggle we went through.