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30 Questions You Should Expect From “The Last Days At Forcados High School”

last days at forcados high school

Jamb 2016 is fast Approaching and Time May Not Be on The jambites Side…

As you all know The jamb literature Book of study for jambites for this year is THE LAST DAYS AT FORCADOS HIGH SCHOOL , THE same book as of last year.

so we combined this 30 possible & expected question from the book, so for jambites and book readers would test their ability as regards to the book.

Last days at forcados high school

(1).How would you best describe Mrs Coker?

A.Not caring
B. Has mother-child trust issues
C. Too wordly, less attentive
D. All of the Above

(2). Efua lived with her Mother and step-father, in which city?

A. lagos
B. Abuja
C. Ibadan
D. jos

(3). Who is Mrs Erdoo?

A. The principal of ECG
B. miss Agbenenovi
C. The school Guidance and Counsellor
D. The biology Teacher

(4). All the students in the option below are jimi friends, except?

A. Jolly stephens
B. ansa
C. Bayo
D. Nene

(5). Mrs. Kemi Solade died of__________

A. cancer
B. shock
C. ovarian cancer
D. hypertension

(6). ________is the principal of St. catherine School

A. Mr Mallum
B. Mrs Obanje
C. Mr Vann
D. Mr Tade

(7). Efua can be described as_________

A. arrogant
B. liar
B. unfortunate and victim of circumstances
D. spoilt child

(8). ________ is fond of Jimi and called him by his full name Akinjimi

A. Risikat
B. Mama Silifat
C. Funmi
D. Aunt Moni

(9). ________ violated and s3xually harassed Efua

A. Jimi Solade
B. Jolly Stephens
C. Efua’s stepfather
D. Ansa Izaegbegbe

(10). _______ is nicknamed cane by the student

A. Mr Bade
B. Mr Vann
C. Miss Agbenenovi
D. Mr. Mallum

(11). The rhymers are__________

A. the choir of St. Catherine School
B. Jimi, Ansa and Nene
C. group of five boys at Forcados high school
D. Some girls at Forcados High School

(12). Why did the Principal of Forcados High School choose to re-investigate the theft of the laboratory equipment?

A. He knows Jimi Solade couldn’t do
such things
B. He knows some bad gangs must have influenced Jimi Solade
C. Efua challenge at him during Jimi’s public apology
D. intervention of uncle Kazeem

(13). ___________ arrived from United Kingdom for the burial of Kemi

A. Femi
B. Wole
C. Uncle Kazeem
D. Aunt Memunat

(14). One of these suffered from child abuse

A. Wole Solade
B. Jolly Stephens
C. Efua Coker
D. Ansa Izaegbegbe

(15). Mr Vann is the

A. Mathematics Teacher
B. English teacher
C. Chemistry teacher
D. Physics teacher

(16). Funmi’s reason for remarry is

A. for better life
B. to have a man assist her in upbringing her only daughter
C. to have more assistance
D. for financial assistance

(17). Unlike Jimi, Efua is

A. not close to her mother
B. is good in all subject
C. close to her mother
D. none

(18). The principal of Forcados high
school is

A. Mrs Obanje
B. Mr Mallum
C. Mr Vann
D. Mr Salami

(19). According to the principal Miss.
Agbenenovi is to occasionally fill in for

A. Mr Mallum
B. Mr Bade
C. Mr Mallum
D. Mr Salami

(20). Efua’s attitude to people must have been influenced by

A. lack of motherly trust
B. lack of motherly attention
C. memory of intimate harassment and violation
D. all of the above


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(21). One of these do not attend the same primary school with with Jimi Solade

A. Nene Ekpo
B. Jolly Stephens
C. Efua Coker
D. Ansa Izaegbegbe

(22). _______ is the head boy of Forcados High School

A. Seyi Lawal
B. Jimi Solade
C. Ansa Izaegbegbe
D. Jolly Stephens

(23). _______ has unspoken contest will Jimi over chemistry result

A. Ansa
B. Seyi
C. Eze
D. Jolly

(24). Aunti Moni is

A. Mrs Solade
B. Mrs Alli
C. Mrs Ekpo
D. Mrs. Izaegbegbe

(25). Efua’s was expelled from St. Catherine School because

A. she ran away from school without notice
B. her defiant reply to the principal
C. she perform woefully at the last exam D. she is sick

(26). Ansa wants to study

A. Electrical Engineering
B. Architecture
C. Medicine
D. Fine art

(27). __________ photocopy Efua’s letter to Miss, Novi and circulate it in the school

A. Nene Ekpo
B. Jolly Stephens
C. Ansa Izaegbegbe
D. Seyi Lawal

(28). Efua danced with _________ at Mid-term dinner of Forcados high School

A. Jolly
B. Jide
C. Jimi
D. Ansa

(29). Efua shared her life experience

A. Nene Ekpo
B. Mrs Tanimoro, the guidance counsellor C. Mr Mallum
D. Mrs Ekpo

(30). The head girl of Forcados high school is

A. Efua
B. Nene
C. Ada
D. Caro


Bonus: Summary for Chapter 1 & 2

It was early in the morning and still dark when Jimi Solade woke up to some shaking him roughly. He groaned and mumbled to himself, half asleep.

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“Jimi!’ He jerked fully awake at the sound of that familiar voice. It was his brother.

‘Wole!’ Jimi said in surprise.

Yes, it’s me,’ and his brother smiled in a way that showed only his upper teeth.

‘Man! What…..?’ Jimi began. They looked at each other delighted.

‘No greeting, little bro? Wole smiled again.

‘Sorry, does anyone know you’re here? Does Daddy….?’ Jimi did not complete the sentence; instead he embraced his brother tightly. ‘I’ ve missed you!’

Wole was thinner. Jimi could feel it.

‘Mum knows I’M here,’ Wole said. He too did not mention their father. Just then, the alarm clock sounded. It was time for Jimi to get up and he released his brother.

‘Go on, get ready for school,’ Wole said, stretching on the bed. ‘At least you seem happy to see me.’

He looked round the room at the carelessly flung shirts, jeans and boxer shorts over the chair, to the poster of the manchester united football team on the wall above Jimi’s bed. A typical boy’s room.

Another worn-out poster of Tupac Shakur was pasted on the opposite wall.

‘I didn’t remove it even though it’s an eyesore,’ Jimi said grinning. ‘

everything’s just as you left it.’

Wole squeezed Jimi’s arm lightly. He picked up something from the bedside table beside Jimi’s music CDs, chemistry and mathematics textbooks.

‘Man, this is some watch. Must have cost a mountain. You always get all the nicest things, why….?’

‘Wole, don’t touch may watch?’

‘What’s your problem? Can’t I look at a watch?’

‘I’m sorry bro,’ Jimi muttered . ‘I’m glad to see you back ….really_ but, you know….’

‘my cute, spoilt little brother…. You grow taller every time I see you,’ Wole got up walked towards the door. ‘

Don’t worry about the old bear.

Better get ready for school. Er_I took some cash from your drawer, hope you don’t mind.’

Sighing, Jimi plodded to the bathroom.

Trust his brother to always collect things, but he was happy he was back. It was a new day and the beginning of his final year at school. Like his brother, he was as tall and long-limbed as an athlete, though, unlike his brother, he had dimples when he smiled. He was sixteen years old and he was already sprouting
a beard. He flexed his right arm noting that he had developed muscles. Good.

He whistled as he took his shower, refusing to think about the morning’s surprise. The reason why was a long story; too long to think about on a
brand new day.

As Jimi ate his breakfast of moin-moin and brown pap, Wole sat on the sofa watching early morning cartoons on television. Their mother was in the kitchen with Risikat, their house help.

It was like any other morning –peaceful, almost as if Wole had never left. Then Mr Solade came out of his bedroom, yawning, he was a tall and well-built man with a head shaved bald. He wore a loose caftan over his bulging tummy.

‘Kemi…’ he began and then stopped short and rubbed his eyes, and rubbed them again just to make sure.

‘Good morning, papa,’ Wole said and , as an afterthought prostrated himself. He sounded as if he was enjoying himself.

‘what are you doing here?’ his father said in a strangled voice.

Mrs. Solade came running out of the kitchen. ‘Good morning dear. Just relax and let me explain…..’

Jimi knew his father wouldn’t listen.

‘What is this good-for-nothing doing in my house?’ his father roared. ‘Didn’t I tell you never to set foot in here again? Get out before I call the police!’

‘Kola!’ Mrs. Solade shouted _ if her high, thin voice could be called a shout. ‘It’s too early in the morning for this. And he is your son! You cannot treat him like this! You must not go on like this!’ she knelt down.

‘It’s you!’ Mr. Solade turned on her. ‘ you spoiled the boy! He has brought shame and disgrace on this family and you still beg for him. All
your children are bad!’

Jimi jumped down from the dining table and knelt down too, beside his mother and brother. ‘ Papa, forgive him.’.

Mr. Solade stood still, his chest heaving, and said very quietly, ‘you are not welcome here,’ and turned back to his room. Mrs. Solade collapsed onto a chair, but when Wole stood up, he was grinning

‘You can laugh,’ his mother said. ‘It’s not funny. You saw how he reacted. We shall have to see Uncle Kareem and maybe Uncle Sola. They will talk to him.’

He’s not a serious man,’ Wole said, grinning.

‘Ah, Wole!’ his mother protested. ‘He’s your father!’

Jimi picked up his schoolbag and slung it over his shoulder. ‘You’ve not finished eating,’ his mother said anxiously.

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‘I’m not hungry. Bro, stay col,’ He was annoyed as he turned for the door, but he didn’t know exactly why.

Papa and his temper, Jimi thought. Outside the gate, he stood for a moment and listened to his distant sounds of the buses and shouts of the bus conductors on the main road. A cock crowed in the distance. Someone called his name. it was his next-door neighbor and schoolmate, Ansa Izaegbegbe, running towards him. A short, tin boy who hardly reached Jimi’s shoulders.

‘Heard you arrived back from your trip yesterday,’ Ansa said, slightly out of breath. ‘was waitng for you.’

‘Hey Ansaboy! Sorry. My mind was somewhere else.’ Jimi smiled delightedly and threw Ansa a friendly punch.

Ansa snorted noisily. ‘well, it’s nice to have you back.’


CHAPTER 2(summary)

Jimi and Ansa got to school just before assembly was due to start. Jimi left to join the other prefects.

Morning assembly took place in the large hall that stood in the centre of the school and students lined up according to their classes. The school band, looking smart as always, had positioned itself in one corner and was already beating drums softly in practice. A few teachers were waiting outside the hall, ready to punish latecomers by asking them to kneel down.

At eight o’clock, Seyi Lawal, the head boy, stood up on the stage. He was fat and smooth-cheeked from the holidays and with his hand on his chest, he smiled with faint smugness. He loved his job.

‘Attention everybody!’ he called out. ‘The national Anthem.’ The school band struck up the tune, drums beating, and the students raggedly joined in. the juniors were eager and enthusiastic, the seniors uninterested.

All the students of Forcados high school were excited to be back after the long, long summer break. The school held an unofficial pride of place among all the other schools in the area; it had the largest football field and the best layout.

Bright purple and orange bougainvillea had been carefully planted along the fences. The school building were arranged in small one-and two-storey blocks, with rows of hibiscus plants forming small hedges between each class. Others often said that forcados
students were ‘artificial,’ but the school took pride in the fact that it always defected other schools in regional quizzes and sports.

After the national anthem and assembly prayers, Mr Mallum, the principal, gave a brief talk welcoming everyone. He was a small, wiry man with an odd accent, as if he spoke through his nose.

The students loved imitating him.

‘It’s a pleasure to have all of you back. It is very important, however, that we face up to the responsibilities of this new term_ particularly our final year students who have the west Africa
Examination Council (WAEC examinations. This is an important watershed….’

When assembly was over, the students_ boys in white shirts black ties and black trousers, and girls in black pinafores over white shirts _ crowded into hallways ad corridors of the school, chatting. Some
people greeted Ansa, but many more crowded around Jimi.

‘Jimi, where have you been

‘Missed you!’

‘Coachie’s annoyed!’

‘Party tonight…’

Jimi was soon lost in laughter and chatter.

Forgotten, Ansa looked around glumly.

The first days of term were always the worst. Back to further maths and physics, and everyone talking in the latest slang about what they’d been up to and what new music was out, while he had nothing to say.

He saw that some students wore their ties in odd knots and had chains on their trousers, showing off watches and shoes. American bling-bling. Some also carried the latest Nokia or Samsung cell phones even though students weren’t allowed to use phones. There were the
same old people: the gorilla-like Okoro, a miserable bully; Teacher Bade, whom students called ‘cane’ was always waiting for the next hapless kid who
would fall into his trap; the Rhymers_ a group of five boys who composed hip-hop lyrics after school, hoping to become the next Nigerian sensation; Eze, the bright spark who was in an unspoken contest with Jimi over their chemistry results; and finally, gum-chewing Caro (Jimi’s Caro, or the other way round), the Queen Bee with her perpetually disdainful expression. Ansa counld never
understand what his friend saw in her.

Jimi was the best student in chemistry and a whiz kid in other subjects. He had won prizes and laurels for the school in science and debate
competitions. He was also the health perfect, the athletic club captain and the best footballer. What’s more, all the girls thought he was good-looking. If there was anyone who could be described as an all- rounder, it was Jimi Solade.

Some people have all the luck, thought Ansa, but Jimi was such a friendly, likable person that people were hardly envious of him, it had always been like that. For instance, Mama Silifat,
who sold puff-puff and akara outside the school premises, would always give Jimi the largest pieces, smiling and calling him by his full name, Akinjimi, or omo mi (my child). Jimi had been Ansa’s hero since primary school because he was
good at so many things, while the only thing Ansa knew how to do was paint, there had never been two friends who were more different.

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A plump girl with short plaits framing her round, gentle face came over. It was Nene Ekpo.

She lived on the same street as jimi and Ansa and she was one of their oldest friends. Ansa was genuinely glad to see her. She had the sweetest smile.

‘Hi Ansa!’ she said in her light, pretty voice, ‘Glad to see you. Look at Jims, when did he get back?’

‘He came back yesterday.’

‘I could hear his voice from a distance, rowdy and full of fun as usual,’ said Nene, laughing.

‘By the way, do you remember anyone called Efua?

She’s a relative of Mrs. Alli who lives on Balogun Street, not too far from us.’

Ansa wrinkled his forehead. ’No, I don’t.’

‘Neither do I _not very well. She was at our primary school for a while and she’s coming here to join us.’

‘In SS3?.’

‘I think she had to leave her former school _ at least that’s what her aunt told my mother. Her aunt asked me_ us rather _ to help her settle down
and get used to things. How were your holidays?

‘Oh, boring. But I did get the opportunity to go to an art workshop for one week.’

‘Sounds like fun,’ she turned toward Jimi. ‘Jims! Hello!

After school, Jimi walked behind a block of classrooms. It was empty there and closest to the back wall of the school, several huge casuarina tress loomed there and, except for the occasional
rustling dove, All was quiet. Jimi put on his earphones and turned on his ipod until loud hip-hop music filled his ears.

They hadn’t done much schoolwork today: he and the other prefects had to
mobilize the students, mostly juniors, to pick leaves and do other chores, and he now wanted to be alone. It was rare for Jimi to be or want to be alone, but he had a lot of things on his mind.

Wole had returned. There was a time when he and his brother had been very close, standing together against the savage bullying of their oldest brother, Femi, but Wole had changed. He had been expelled from two different schools and kicked out of university for reasons Jimi didn’t fully understand. The last time Wole had been home he had falsified his father’s signature and made away with a lot of money. That was something Papa
Solade could never forgive_ never. He had been so furious when he discovered Jimi and Wole still saw each other secretly that he had even sent Jimi away
to Ibadan for the holidays. He said he didn’t want Jimi under Wole’s bad influence.

Now, his father was increasingly in a bad mood, growling at everyone and blaming Mrs. Solade for spoiling them _ as if Jimi had ever done anything bad: not like Wole anyway. His mother too seemed tired and harasses all the time.

‘I’m just not feeling too good, it’s nothing to worry about, really,’ she’d say. Jimi had decided nothing was going to bother him again. It was time for school and he was going to keep on being the
brightest student, getting the best results in WAEC, while still partying, playing football and enjoying the admiration of lots of girls.

A sudden movement startled him. It was the head boy, Seyi ‘Jims, we have a prefect meeting with Mr Mallum now.’

As they got to the office, two people came out. One of them was a middle-aged woman dressed in an expensive iro and buba. Her gele was huge! The two boys had to bend their heads slightly to avoid bumping it. She wore dark sunglasses and her mouth was tightly pursed in a grim, forbidding manner. The other was a girl who was not wearing a school uniform. It was a bit difficult to tell what she looked like because she had an odd expression on her face, as if was going to be sick.

‘Who are they?’ Seyi asked Jimi.

Jimi shrugged, ‘Don’t know,’

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