Humans of Lagos Episode 6

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I have never failed any academic examinations, no matter how difficult the course may appear; I always escape failing it. 
My teachers do not like me, but I never cared. 
They tried frustrating life out of me, but I'm like the cat with nine lives.

Yes I hate studying, and don't ever participate in class interactions; am too dull to make meaningful contributions. 
My lecturers are well aware of my academic laziness, but they couldn't just fathom how I manage to make success out of my examinations.

I am gifted at cheating in exams halls;
I was able to develop a giraffe's neck that could see to about 2.5metres radius right inside the examination hall,
Eyes that are as sharp like the Eagle scouting for fishes in the ocean when it is high up in the sky,
Nose that could perceive intelligent students wherever they are, better than Shark's nose smelling blood thousand of miles away,
Meanwhile my hand write better with little co-ordination from my eyes.
In more technologically advanced society, I would have been recruited in their Federal Bereau of Intelligence unit.

But I had my first and very painful failure when my examination came in the form of Computer Based Test (Electronic) Examination. 
Right inside the examination hall, seated in front of my computer having limited time to attend to my Multiple Choice Question.
I looked around but couldn't see my fellow students choice of answers.

I cried because, "I failed to mere artificial intelligence."

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