It’s eight o’clock on Monday and I am sitting for end of my semester exams at Kyambogo University. This is our first paper in the exam timetable and as usual, there is a mixture of expectation and anxiety. Tension grips the room as students were asked to put away their books, bags, phones and anything that is not part of exams, tense as it is a few students are still glancing through their notes to catch one or two points in preparation for the looming battle.

 Like any other candidate, I try to take a final glance at my notes. Examination invigilators walk in with papers. As they place exam papers on the table, I closed my eyes and murmur a short prayer in an attempt to diffuse anxiety and regain composure. Answer booklets are distributed as candidates are warned against any form of malpractice. A screaming silence grips the room in tight embrace as candidates write their names on their answer booklets has been placed before me, I am still engrossed in silent prayer. Suddenly, sweet fragrance seeps into my nose and jolts me out of my prayer like a man being shaken a trance. Prayer gradually dies from my lips. A light skinned woman clad in skirt with slit and a sleeveless blouse walks into the exam room. A ll the heads turn and male candidates drop their pens momentarily to acknowledge the arrival of this ‘queen’.Tap! Tap! Tap goes the footsteps as she walks in with surefooted strides.

This gorgeous woman is the exam supervisor and she is here to ensure that exam regulations are strictly adhered to. As expected in the exam room supervision has’ traumatized’ me romantically and I am failing to recover from this trauma. She walks across the room. While checking on candidates’ exams cards. The beauty of her shapely legs, vibrating well-rounded behind and sweet perfume to crown it at all has been taken its toll on me. I read the exam questions three times without understanding anything. When I eventually make sense out of it, all the points I read vanish as I squint my eyes to catch a better view of the slit on the supervisor’s tight skirt. My brain takes a trip to the beautiful land of fantasies, the initial tense examination mood gives way to a romantic mindsets. Her phone rings and she walks out to answer it. As I drool at her vibrating bum, I was thrown into momentary bliss, my pen drops off and beads of sweat fill my face. I have to feign some non existing concentration to avoid an admiring glace on her lest I am given marching orders out of the exam room. Is there is any hope for this paper? Not with such a breath taking beauty in the name of exam supervisor.

Yes, I am sitting for exams but my paper is a bit different from the rest of the class. My paper has more to do with appreciating female anatomy while the class is sitting for educational psychology. I have to acknowledge the beauty of God’s creation first. To hell with their psychology paper! I wish to advise the faculty of Education to desist from assigning such beautiful babe to supervise end of semester exams. As much as the presence of a woman motivates me to think more creatively, I would rather the university spares me from such beauty in an exam room. The university should be held responsible incase I fail this paper. I am just but a victim of circumstances poor.

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