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šŸ“š How I Graduated Without Ever Being a Studentā€ — A Tragicomedy of Mistaken Identity

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    I was called ā€œGraduate Titusā€ before I even paid my acceptance fee.

    My village believed in me more than JAMB did.

    On the day of convocation, I wore a borrowed gown.

    My cousin, the real graduate, had malaria.Ā So I stood in… to collect his degree.

    The crowd cheered.

    Mama wept.Ā Uncle Ben promised me a job at the ministry.

    Even my ex sent "I’m proud of you, please reply my DM."

    But then…

    The Dean read the name aloud:Ā ā€œEmmanuel Chibuzo Bright.ā€

    Silence.

    Mama turned.Ā "Your middle name is Chibuzo?"Ā It wasn’t.

    I ran.Ā Down the stairs. Past the press.

    Straight into a muddy gutter that clapped louder than the audience.

    Now, I’m the only non-student in Nigeria who has a frame of a degree he didn’t earn and a limp from jumping over faculty fences.

    My mother still tells people I studied ā€œCreative Running.ā€

    And honestly?

    She’s not wrong.

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