The examination hall was already filled to capacity by now, all the students seated. The exam would begin in a few minutes. Mr. Adams was about to distribute the question papers when a student walked into the hall.
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"Where the hell are you coming from?," Mr. Adams yelled at the poor student, "The rule says that all students should be seated by at least half an hour before the exam commences. "Now, get out."
"Excuse me sir," the student pleaded with a broad smile, his milky teeth glittering like a china in the sun. "Excuse me sir, I have something for you." He dipped his hands into his pocket, brought out some crisp wads of Naira notes, and handed them to Mr. Adams.
"Good boy," Mr. Adams patted the student on the back and let him into the hall.
It was the last time Mr. Adams was seen in the school. He had received bride from the most ruthless government inspector in town.