Written By John Bravo - Right there in the exams hall, amid the fears and anxiety of several students, I sat glued to my seat, darting eyeballs to and fro, desperately seeking for a chance to unzip my shorts, and unleash the piece of paper I had hidden under my pants. Then with a quick, shuddery blink my eyes came flashing back wetly and wistfully at the invigilator, Miss Baffoe-Bonnie, hoping that she turns her gaze from my trembling body. Slowly the frigidity of the room died away; and despite being under two swiveling fans, I felt a sea of anxiety deep down, and a bucket full of sweat dripping down slowly into my boxer shorts. Like flames of fire in the chest, my body parts knew no rest. Teeth were clenched, fingers flexed; my eyes, all red.