Oturu Community High School, is the epitome of excellence when it comes to academic, and social endeavours, in the whole of Oturu, and its environ. It is also popularly known for the different calibre of students it boasts off. One amongst many is Nnamdi – 16 years of age, dark, tall, and with a unique voice to die for. He was an exceptional bass chorister, with sustenance, the rating of 10/10. His voice, the envy of all his mates, for it brought him great recognition, and elevation, which was very much in demand.
Nnamdi kept rising up the rank of vocal geniuses in the school choir. Within the space of two years, he had achieved a lot, far more than any before him in the history of Oturu Community High School Choir. He was on his way to becoming the president of the school’s choir, and nothing was going to get in his way.
The election was slated for the second week of January; the time for the immediate resumption from Christmas break.
He has high hopes of winning. He knows he’s the best, he has heard it a lot of time to know it was fact, the only problem is – he needed to be proficient in singing all the parts of the choir, a feat he has almost accomplished, save for the part of soprano.
As part of his resolve to be 100% ready for the test of vocal competence, Nnamdi began putting extra efforts to enhance his soprano singing capacity. He began taking supplements to aid his voice, and prevent it from being poached.
But one day, it happened, started little, then it progressed. His voice, his most prized possession was gone. ‘How was he going to proceed? What was he going to do?’ – These, and many more questions ran through his mind, as he wondered how he was going to face his fellow students tomorrow, as resumption date dawned.
The future looked bleak from where he was.
On the test day for vocal competence, Nnamdi couldn’t perform, his voice had gotten worse, and was without form, nor belonged to any particular key. He failed the test, but as a gesture of good faith, for his excellence in the past as observed by many of the judges, he was offered a second chance to perform, this time for a select audience, in a private gathering.
Nnamdi was sad, he went to the hostel, went to the inner chambers for senior students, to clear his head.
After a few hours without seeing, or hearing from him, his friends came looking, to sympathize with him, and make him feel better.
They found him, hanging from the ceiling.