I went for a job interview at a school not too far from where I live a few years ago. I wanted this job with all my might. The initial interview and the written test were all too easy for me. The last stage was to face the panellists. I prepared, making sure I left no stone unturned.

As expected, I arrived at the school just before lunchtime. When it was time, I walked calmly into the makeshift room for my interview, said my pleasantries, chinned up all ready for the battle.

I was well composed as the interrogation began. It felt like breeze; more of a chat than an interview. The excitement in the air could be felt by all. I could tell the panel of interviewers were happy with me; with my response.