The word "unfair" is no longer unfamiliar to people because we have grown accustomed to living in an unjust world. When it comes to not being treated fairly, I have had many emotional experiences that have left scars on my heart. Growing up, I detested being treated unfairly for no valid reason, I cried so much because I couldn't stand it. I remember a primary school teacher of mine who used to frequently punish me by flogging.
She seemed delighted to see my name on the list of noise-makers so she could punish me, and when my name wasn't there, she would ask the boy in charge to write my name and blame the student for omitting my name because he liked me. The animosity I developed towards that teacher was so intense that when I encountered her on the street after leaving school, I couldn't help but curse at her.
I experienced unfair treatment during a competition at my church. I shared a story about participating in a Bible quiz and recitation during high school before. The competition included various churches from across my state. My church came in second place, which we attributed to the excellent training from our teachers and our hard work. A year later, my church organized an intra-competition to select the best representatives for the upcoming inter-competition among different churches.
I was also a participant in the competition and I trained diligently, just like everyone else, because we had witnessed how intense the previous competitions were. It started from the branch screening, then moved to divisions before reaching the main intra-competition. It was the first-ever competition hosted by my church and winning would be a significant achievement for whoever wins. On the day of the competition, each representative did their recitations of different Bible books from memory.
At the end of the competition, the judges announced the results, and I ended up in second place, which was quite shocking. Everyone was discussing it because the person they selected as the winner seemed less skilled than me and many others; many believed I was the best. It was disheartening, but I remained composed, thinking perhaps there were specific rules or regulations for the recitation that I didn't meet.
It wasn't until we started packing up to leave that the organizers called me and my teachers to discuss something with us.
It was odd at first, when we met, they were talking randomly and then suddenly asked me to represent the church in the upcoming inter-competition. I was at a loss for words, so my teacher just agreed and pulled me away. I have never been so angry before in my life. I wasn't even chosen as the best by them, so what gave them the right to ask me to represent them?
I vowed that I wouldn't participate in any competitions in my church anymore. I hate injustice and unfairness. They should have just let me keep my second position in peace so I could continue doing what I love, but no, they ruined everything by making it clear that they were impartial with their results. I didn't cry when all this happened because a young, intelligent girl from my branch was among the winners, so she was going to excel in her category at the final big competition.
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