Jamb 'Jambed' Me

This cannot be my result

Jun 06, 2025

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Meet Anjola, a 2025 Jambite. She studied hard, stood out in her tutorial, and gave her all for the exam. We all know the heartbreak that came with this year’s JAMB result: a big oversight and wrong results. When her result came: 156. A score that didn’t reflect her effort or dreams. This is her honest JAMB story.

ANJOLA'S POV

156? Ko possible!

When I first saw my Jamb result, I first thought that there was a glitch. Because that could be the only explanation.

Maybe they merged two of my subjects together. Because how? Explain to me how I was seeing 156 on my portal.

I went through it again and I realised that was my total Jamb score. The numbers didn't change at all.

156.

How?

To say that I was in disbelief was an understatement.

I was worried . I was devastated.

A whole me? After all the studying? The reading?. What did it amount for? Because the result didn't match the effort in any way.

I started thinking, what will my daddy say? What will people say? What was I going to answer when people asked me how I got 156 in Jamb? My dad would have probably said something like “You went to tutorials to play, abi?”

People?

They were going to mock me very well.

Me? the oversabi girl in lesson! Me? That answers questions in class and ready to read past questions in general classes. I also participated in quiz and debates and I did a lot in that tutorial to the extent that over 300 students knew my name. Now, same me, get 156 in Jamb.

Ahhh, ko possible oh!

Not to forget, I was a fashionista too. The type thay people would call “beauty with brains”.

So after everything, I get 156! Let me not lie, e remain small make I craze oo.

After a while, I started shouting “this is not my result”, because it cannot be my result.😭

When my mum heard the results were out and asked me about it. I lied about one score like that. I think I told her 230 or so and she just replied “well done”. So in my mind, I was like, what if she heard my actual result?

She told me to send a screenshot so she would forward it to her brother to see what they can do because Unilorin’s cut off mark for mass communication is 240 and to her, I got 230.

Then, I became even more worried. I couldn’t control the situation at hand. I went upstairs, took off my clothes, turned on the fan and started crying.

Ah! I crieddddddd!!

I didn’t eat until after 6pm. I would cry, sleep, wake up and check the result again to see if I was just dreaming, then I’d realize I wasn’t dreaming.

Ahhhh! That was my result oo. I’d think about what people would say, especially my daddddd! Then I'd cry, sleep, wake up and repeat.

My dad really tried! Now that I think of it, I find myself crying again.

There was a time I wanted to renew my lesson fees and the plan was that I’d go to lessons and use someone’s phone to send the account number to my dad so he could transfer the money (because phones were prohibited). That day, the network was so bad that my dad had to trek down to bring cash. And my lesson is far from home, guy. Plus he didn’t know the place again. He got lost and had to find his way back.

Bro! Just the thought of that almost made me run mad. I cried that day eehn, thought of suicide, thought of running away. I saw hell in just one day guy. Nothing wey no go through my mind that day oo.

I thought of all the money my dad was dishing out, CBT practice money, money for test papers, 1k for food everyday (asides the food I eat and take from home oh).

My popsi will still give me 1k and sometimes, he'd ask me to take snacks from my mum’s shop that he would pay. Imagine doing all of those for a child and seeing 156. I didn’t even think of myself again, started thinking about how he would feel.

Then, I accepted my fate.

I picked up my phone to see what was happening in TikTok and Twitter. That was when I saw a lot. And I knew I wasn’t alone in this journey. That was my consolation. But I criedddddd that day eehn. Almost ran mad in my room.

It’s not funny. I cried to the extent that I started vomiting. And my sis wasn’t at home either.So I was alone in all of that.

I told my dad the next day when I was sure that I wasn’t the only one. He said that the problem is from Jamb and it can’t be my result. I was so relieved.

I also told my mum the truth too and they were so calm and didn’t place pressure on me.

Till we saw that they planned on rescheduling us and that made mum was so happy.

After I did the exam again, my confidence was wavering because the questions were so hard. I saw questions I’ve never even encountered in past questions or CBT.

Then, I became scared, so many thoughts ran through my mind. What if the result comes out and starts with 1 again nko? People will know that I don’t know anything and I’m just packaging.

My dad will not believe me when I tell him that these set of questions were so hard and they intentionally wanted us to fail. Everybody will know that I’m a fraud.😂😂

So many thoughts of fear ran through my mind. But God pass them. I told some friends about it and they comforted me.

Fast forward to when I saw my results, I wasn’t really happy cause I felt I could have done better. But my friends were happy, my sis kept on screaming, everybody was happy but I genuinely wasn’t happy. I wasn’t sad either, just a little bit disappointed because I was aiming for 300+.

I told my parents about it and my dad kept on saying “That’s my girl, Unilorin yaaaaaa”. I was so relieved and happy. It was as if I was waiting for his response before I became happy.

My mum was so happy too and kept on asking me if I was sure.😂😂

I’m just grateful to God Almighty that gave me the grace to rewrite and do well in my exams.

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