WASSCE was over.
The noise was gone.
Laughter returned to the compound. Boys played drafts, others packed to go home.
But Kingstar?
He just waited.
Waited with dread.
He had written every paper.
Put his heart, sweat, and prayers into those booklets.
But he knew the fee was still unpaid.
And in Ghana, the system doesn't forget.
Results Day.
Students crowded the ICT lab. Others were refreshing the WAEC website with shaking hands and hope.
"Chale I get 5As!"
"Bro I no believe I pass core maths oo!"
"Ei, I dey go Legon straight!"
Kingstar finally gathered courage and entered the lab.
He typed in his index number.
Clicked search.
Waited.
Then...
"RESULT BLOCKED Contact your school administration."
His world stood still.
Outside, everyone was cheering, shouting into phones.
He just walked past them shoulders stiff, throat dry.
He made it to the dorms, collapsed on his bed, and stared at the ceiling.
All he could hear were the voices of the past months:
"You sure say dem no go sack you?"
"Just tell your mum…"
"No receipt, no result."
And now it was real.
All his hard work… locked behind a screen.
That evening, his mother called.
"Kingstar, how be the results?"
He paused.
Then lied.
"I haven't checked yet… internet problems."
But that night, he didn't sleep.
He knew the truth:
He wasn't a failure.
He had passed… maybe even done well.
But no one could see it. Not even himself.
All because of one thing:
The unpaid fees.