My childhood could have been rated excellent if poor grades in exams didn't marred the possibility of it. And I have a very big head, so heavy for my neck to carry comfortably. My friends goes around me each time, singing for me 'oji isi kara umu nna, olii' (He who is bigger than his kinsmen with head) and such song makes me an eveready fighter, even in the classroom. Where we are, does not matter at all, but where the song was sang.

 I was just 9 then, so smart and bright, filled with wise thoughts. Most elders who heard me talk says I'm an old man, just cheated by nature. They calls me teacher and such exotic names for a poor grade olisa baffles me often. Poor performances made me a failure and disappointment to dad and mum. 

After each exam, I must come home with my poor grades to receive several strokes of whip and most time I lose my Christmas clothes. Each time I walk down the street, I flog every leaf for failing to answer my questions. I was a teacher to them, and I love whipping them when my conscience tells me each leaf or tree failed my questions, but am never far from failure. Most times my questions to them is why did I fail? I should've pass.

 I will sometime go to mum "mummy, I wrote everything our teacher wrote  on the board but she passed others and failed me" mum and others would burst out in laughter. Their laughter makes agree that I may be a failure; it adds more harm to my confused mind. 

The first miracle came when I decided to look reasons for my failure. It may be because I don't do corrections. I didn't miss any correction through out the term and I came down from 40th to 22nd position, yet to father I was still a failure. 'The person that took the first position has two heads right? You just have big for nothing big head' Such words didn't motivate me but makes me think I will never be successful in life. I will never make good grades in life. I only started living a sinless life and each week I think that I didn't sin, I would pray God to take my life. Its better to be in Heaven than in earth not knowing anything. Each time these old men call me wise boy and a teacher, I wonders why?. A poor grade teacher? Are they telling me lies? God please kill me, was my unapologetic pleadings till I entered primary four. 

That was the first time I learnt that books are to be opened after school. My senior brother one day called me and asked to help me in my assignment which I blatantly refused. My argument started from childhood, and it added much to my failures. After much debate, he bought me over with a biscuit. "Ogbe isi, let me help you. When you go to school, look at every head there, yours is biggest". And in that case i should be the beat. That day he taught me, I couldn't recite one out of the twenty lines poem, but when our teacher asked who can give a try the following day, none raised up his or her hand except me. Everyone was surpris; I was equally surprised too. If I had known thay none of them would give a try, my hand wouldn't have come up. I just raised hand for my teacher to say am no longer useless big head as she do say. I began to recite the Igbo words.

Ewu bu anu ulo......till the 19th line, my teacher began to clap. Brother must be telling the truth, my big head is a very huge advantage to me.

That term I took 6th, the next 5th and 5th consecutively and that was how it is till I entered secondary. My academic performances in the school is an unforgettable one. Up till today I'm used as a figure for the pupils. I did several projects, participated in many quizzes and won handful of pricrs. Our debate team which was the best in our whole environ found me merit to be one of its speakers.

Now dad is convinced am not a failure and I don't wish to die again. I was admitted into a good secondary school as a boarding student. I was full of joy because now is another opportunity for me. I'm on a prospect of becoming the first because my head is again among the biggest in my class. My first term was very turbulent because I started late, I took 8th position in a class of 48. Mum was happy " you're brilliant " she says always, but I didn't I agree. For me then, you must make good grades, especially being in the first three, to be brilliant. In my second term, I was moved from class A to B. I may be the small to many, but my head is so big and such bigness of it was a fearless motivation that gives me audacity every seconds. I looked at Ejiofor and had another sigh relief. He is so small like me, but if we go for head size competition, Ejiofor will only have him self to blame for the humiliating defeat he will score. I began to read  after school, night and in the morning. Ejiofor came first again and I came near distant third with distinction dancing on my result sheet. The next term I came first and second in annual. Each class I enter, my motivation became my big head. When you have big head, it is Crystal clear that God has a reason for it. It should contain much information than small head.    Throughout my senior class, I never took third, second was once With the first person stealing it out by 0.5 percent. This is my story, my big head steered me to success. 

Before I fight when one call me Big head, but when I realize it's meaning, I can proudly tell my mocker that God loves me more than him. Such big head can contain much information than yours. 

Get motivations and reap success. Any thing can motivate you, do not wait for one; get one.

Still me Ben, thanking God for fails and accomplishments so far.