EXAMINATION MALPRACTICE IS WRONG! SIMPLE!

I have not stayed here for long, but I have stayed long enough to know the greatest evil that hover over my future.

My greatest challenge is not waking up every morning for the next 4 years, neither is it sleeping by 1:00 AM every night, or is it having to travel such distance as from Jenta to Bauchi Road for the next 1060 days, neither is it financial challenge, no, None of these is my challenge.

My challenge is a lot smaller than this but more complicated than all of this.

With every test or exams, someone is looking forward to receiving answer from me. I am faced with the challenge of engaging in MALPRACTICE. I will not dare to mask this dangerous arsenal as “Expo” or “Help”, it is what it is-MALPRACTICE.

Asking for answers from others is too cowardice that I cannot even think of that, it’s not part of the challenge, it’s a dead issue in my life- I would rather fail than to cheat. The other side of the coin is what hunts me.

I am faced with a world covered by friends who have devalued their standards into accepting that one cannot be successful without cheating.

“Help” “Help” “Help” I hear Malpractice cry from its rooftop every time there is a test to be taken, but how can I help this evil? This monster that does not give me a chance to have a conscience after entertaining it? How can I help this monster that does not have any good record from the past?

I believe, that the target of this monster is not to receive help itself, its target is to demoralize the conscience.

A man who can accept to entertain this thought will soon entertain the thoughts of a greater evil. Evil is like any other thing, it increase with time. Malpractice, just like pornography attacks the conscience of man and places a cloud that does not give space for the eye of the heart to see that it is evil.

I do not know where it all started from, but I think it has found a home in Nigeria, especially in our Tertiary institutions. I once was afraid that WAEC is the only examinations that arouse the temptation of cheating, but I was wrong, very wrong. With my new experience, I have seen that WAEC Malpractice has produced a son which is now Stronger and Wiser than itself.

Our universities are crowded with Educational Hooligans, filled with students who didn’t pass WAEC except with Malpractice, How then do you expect this people to read in a much harder circumstances? By the way, “Miss Nassa” “Mr. Nassa” “Miss UJ” “Mr. UJ”, Sports, Christian Ministry and campus politics is a much easier way to gain relevance than studying. The atmosphere around here does not even give you the chance to report to any authority. To whom shall you report… to the Lecturer, who himself cheated by passing specific students? Or the security authorities who are always at wit to receive N500 Naira to set the captive free? To whom shall you report?  (This is not always the case, some lecturers are tough and on duty, though they are few)

May I suggest that you can, and should always report to your conscience. Report to it, keep on telling it how evil MALPRACTICE is. Never come to a point where your heart does not revile this evil. The first attack from such society is that it paralyses your fence of defense, saying that it is comfortable to cheat. After that, you join the society itself.

The greatest challenge of living with evil and not being evil is not evil itself, it is that evil begins to make you feel you are the odd, the one with the wrong ideologies, the one who needs change.

While in Secondary School, I made a promise to present a clean result to my child- a result I can boast of, one that I will say without being conscience stricken “I did this son, in my years, I was among the best. And I want you to do the same.”

I do not want to say those words to my child knowing that I cheated.

Another motivation is that I do not want to throw away 6 years of hard labour from my teachers at All Nations Academy just in order to succeed in a 4 years programme. It is wiser if I can keep that 6 years arduous labour for my entire life. It cannot, and will not be sacrificed on the altar of getting a degree. The altar of Schooling only deserve my hardwork, resilience and prayer. I will give it that.

Also, my future peers. How on earth will I help others to be successful? My major motivation for life is not to be successful, it is to make others successful-to do that I myself must be successful. Therefore, the implication of cheating to be successful cannot be measured. Imaging helping 10,000 people to be successful through illegal means, which would mean influencing 40,000 thousand people to be successful negatively if the first 10,000 get married and give birth to two children each. And I intend to empower 1 million people DIRECTLY before I leave mortality for eternity. That would be tragedy if I use dishonest means to achieve my own success.

Human history is filled with stories of how wise one thought to be at some point, only to discover we were foolish because the Grand Master had seen our every move. He only laughs, knowing that we know that He sees us no matter how dark our heart is. I will not yet transfer this into a spirituality issue, I leave with the physical dimension, as Philip Heavenbound Says “If you cannot learn spiritual truths with physical truths, then you are doomed to the fun of being a spiritual man”.

Come what may, I had decided a long time ago not be the way the society wants me to be. I have been rebel, I will always be. We don’t have to be what the society says we should be, but we must be what God says we should be.

I have guarded my heart with Professor Ravi Zacharias on the North, Apostle Joshua Selman on South, Legendary A.W Tozer on the East, General C.S Lewis on West and Jesus at the centre.
 I cannot compromise. I have a standard. 

And if at any time I begin to feel comfortable with this, I will pick my pen and write a piece like this because it always places a demand on me to live what I have said.

I am Lengdung Tungchamma, the idiot who believes he can change the world by living an example. 

People are not changed by our opinion, but our actions. I take action on this.