Tell Me Again
Festus and me on his WAEC day. All those bags are stuffed with the hope of *this* day. They contain applications I was literally on my way to Monrovia to deliver.
I finally got a hold of Festus this evening. I told him the news and he started screaming so much I could hardly get it all out. Oh it was amazing.
Festus: “I’m coming to your house right now!”
Me: “No, Festus, I’m not there!”
He called again just now (about 11:30pm) and I’m sure he just didn’t believe it was true. “Ms. RB, I was on the street so I wasn’t getting you too clear. Tell me again.” I read him the letter and as he gasped after each line I could feel the grin breaking wide across his face.
“Ohhhh thank you! Thank you, Ms. RB! Thank you!” he just kept saying.
“Thank you too,” I said. “You should feel very proud. Your hard work made it happen.”
“I will be waiting for you tomorrow,” he said. “All day I will wait on your porch.”
I told him that wasn’t necessary because I would call him.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm,” he replied.
life magnanimous 
Oh, so wonderful for Festus. Thank you for sharing.
Thank *you* for reading, Joan! It means so much to know that people are following my students’ stories. I am so grateful to share in them and be able to write about them here.
Tell Festus we are cheering here too! Your post brought tears to my eyes knowing how hard you have both worked and how much this means to you as well as him. It makes it all worth it!
It certainly does! I finally met his mother last week and she just held my hand with tears in her eyes. Every bad day long forgiven and forgotten.