Children when you see those numbers parading your innocent papers, you will surely know how they parambulate in their cumbersomeness belittling your stability to an anthill of silence. Then you wonder, why the hell did I come to school. Then you are trying to find the sad reason your parents ejected you from home, to send you on this brain-aching, sad pilgrimage of viral confusion. This hurricane has been in the system for many years and everyday, every year it is ressurect by the fact that many of us couldn’t pass its tests or the fact that those nasty numerical riddles, bullies of sanity, WORD PROBLEMS make us cry.It’s not your fault you know, but let me tell you a secret that no one knows about. Math always crafts the next stage of heartbreak through the calculator and dividers. When you see a graph, no that this mental menace is just trying to relate its success in the past to the present, so that it can deduce better ways of murdering people’s conscience.This subject is totally equivalent to friday the 13th, the day you fail its test, the battery of those militant questions of doom, I’ll bet my butt on it that you can get an accident, heartbreak and seven tornadoes visiting you the same day. Why did your parents have to send you on this dark journey? There are times where you feel alone in the world, no one to save you from the turmoil of those quantities. Math, I think it’s the dictatorship of accuracy. Why do we have to be so damn accurate about everything? No one has seen the devil but everyone knows he exists; there are no simultaneous equations to prove he has a tail or two horns on his head. Well, shoot! That darn covetous spirit, I think he uses simultaneous equations to get us to sin, because he gets more than one of us at a time! Good lord has it come to this? Even your arch-rival is using math!Why don’t we just live on faith? Yeah, that’s better. The substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. Faith, totally disowns the dastardly subject. I don’t need to know that one coconut and another coconut equals two coconuts, darn it! I’m hungry just give me those coconuts!
By Kakraba Afful
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