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People calm their nerves in different ways, I calm mine by looking good. In fact, I dare say my beauty is directly proportional to my nerves. That is to say the more nervous I am, the more made up I look. I might not be intellectually ready for an exam, but best believe I’d be physically ready, a girl has to win some way.
I remember the old man had a limp and his shoulders were always slumped, some claim it was as a result of the sacks of yam he carried whilst he was young, but even with slumped shoulders his head was always raised. He was a proud man. I remember his pride and no nonsense ways, I remember he talked like he owned the world, well in a way, I guess he did.
These young men and women showed me how hungry, how starved my generation is, and not for money or vanity as the Major seemed to think; they are starved of support, hungry to prove themselves. They are world standard and could prove it too.