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2/11/2025, 7:16:56 AM

*JAMB INTRODUCES UNDERAGE ADMISSION POLICY AND GUIDELINES* The Joint Admissions and Matriculation Board (JAMB) has announced that candidates who turn 16 by September 30, 2025, will be eligible for admission into Nigerian tertiary institutions for the 2024/2025 academic session. However, JAMB has also introduced a special underage admission policy for candidates below 16 years. Such candidates must: ✅ Sign an indemnity form before registration. ✅ Score at least 80% (320) in UTME and 80% in O’Level. ✅ Take an additional exam called the “Exceptional Candidate Exam” and score at least 80% before their admission can be considered. *These measures ensure that underage candidates meet the academic and intellectual requirements for tertiary education.* *Debby* 08105727686

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2/11/2025, 7:17:31 AM

*UTME 2025: JAMB Hits 200,000 Registration Milestone in One Week* The Joint Admissions and Matriculations Board (JAMB) has announced that Over 200,000 candidates, precisely 201,867, have successfully registered for the 2025 Unified Tertiary Matriculation Examinations (UTME) within the first week of registration, according to the Joint Admissions and Matriculations Board (JAMB) The Joint Admissions and Matriculation Board (JAMB) kicked off the 2025 Unified Tertiary Matriculation Examination (UTME) registration on February 3, with the process set to wrap up on March 8. This computer-based exam is the gateway for candidates seeking admission to Nigerian universities and other tertiary institutions. In a recent update, JAMB revealed that it has disbursed N141 million to accredited Computer-Based Test centres for conducting the registration exercise within the specified timeframe *Debby* 08105727686

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2/4/2025, 7:47:39 AM

*THINGS CANDIDATES SHOULD DO AFTER JAMB REGISTRATION* After JAMB registration, candidates often want to know what next they are expected to do. The purpose of this post is to let UTME candidates know a couple of things they are expected to do after their JAMB registration. Before we get into other things you are expected to do, the major thing you are expected to do now is simple. You should now study as much as you can. Try and cover the topics on the JAMB syllabus for your selected subjects. Other things UTME candidates are expected to do after JAMB registration *Exam date and any possible changes:* JAMB can change the dates of the exam or other aspects of the exam at any time. That has been the case in previous years. So it is advisable for candidates to stay updated as to know when any change like that has been made and adjustPrintinngly *Printing of the JAMB exam slip*: The JAM exam slip shows candidates the date of their exam, the centre, and the time of the exam. JAMB will announce an official date for candidates to print their exam slips. *Link your email address to your JAMB profile:* Candidates will be required to link their email addresses after the closure of JAMB registration. This is to enable them to login to the JAMB portal and the JAMB CAPS and be able to use services like change of course and institution, checking of admission status, etc. Just like in previous years, we will give you all necessary information and updates concerning anything you need to know about the JAMB exam, Post-UTME, and admission. This is JAMB 2025 https://whatsapp.com/channel/0029VazJkW523n3gk4tGJr3s

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2/4/2025, 2:51:08 PM

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2/4/2025, 7:15:04 AM

Season 1: The Fall Episode 2: The Night of Blood The cage was cold. The metal bars dug into my back, but I didn’t move. I just sat there, staring at nothing. My whole body was shaking, but I couldn’t tell if it was from fear or the night air. I could still smell the smoke. I could still hear the screams. The village was gone. Burned to the ground. My father… my mother… they were gone too. Dead. I swallowed hard, trying not to cry. My father always said crying wouldn’t change anything. But I couldn’t help it. The tears came, hot and silent, rolling down my face as I hugged my knees. I wasn’t the only one in a cage. Other people were taken too. Some were crying. Some were praying. Some just stared like their souls had already left their bodies. I heard footsteps. Heavy ones. I held my breath as he came closer Nwabueze. The man who killed my father. He stopped in front of my cage. For a moment, he just looked at me. His face was calm, like he hadn’t just destroyed my life. “What’s your name?” he asked. I didn’t answer. His eyes darkened. He crouched down so we were at the same level. “I said, what’s your name?” I clenched my jaw. I didn’t want to speak to him. I didn’t want to give him anything. He sighed, shaking his head. “Stubborn.” Then he stood up. “No matter. You’ll learn soon enough.” He turned and walked away, leaving me alone with the darkness. I should have stayed silent. I should have been strong. But as soon as he was gone, I broke. I pressed my forehead against the cold bars and whispered, “My name is Chika.” But there was no one left to hear it. To be continued… *FOR EPISODE 1* https://whatsapp.com/channel/0029Vaog51mHbFVF2i4IJX3S/105 *FOLLOW OUR CHANNEL FOR 3* https://whatsapp.com/channel/0029Vaog51mHbFVF2i4IJX3S

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2/2/2025, 12:18:36 PM

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2/3/2025, 9:57:52 PM

Season 1: The Fall Episode 1: A Life Before Ashes My name is Chika. I live in a small village with my parents. My father, Chijioke, is a carpenter. He makes beautiful things from wood. My mother, Nnena, is soft and kind. Every evening, she tells me stories about heroes and stars. I always loved those stories. They made me feel strong, like one day I could be a hero too. That evening, everything was perfect. The sky was turning orange, and I was running in the field near our house. My mother was calling me to come back inside, but I didn’t want to. I loved the freedom of the open space, the breeze in my hair. It was a good day. Then I heard it. A loud noise. At first, it was like thunder, far away. But the sound grew closer and closer, until the ground itself seemed to shake. I stopped running. My heart started to race. My mother’s voice was suddenly filled with fear. “Chijioke,” she said. “Something is wrong.” The sound wasn’t thunder. It was the sound of horses many horses galloping toward our village. I could hear the sharp clink of metal against metal. I didn’t know it then, but that was the sound of death. I ran back to our house, but the moment I stepped inside, I saw it. Men in black armor. Their faces were covered, but I could see the coldness in their eyes. Nwabueze. The name haunted the village, whispered only in fear. He was a warlord. And he was here. My father rushed to the door. “Chika, stay inside,” he said. But it was too late. The men were already in our yard, shouting orders. My mother grabbed me, pulling me away from the window. “Stay hidden,” she whispered. But I could already hear the screams. The villagers were fighting, but the mercenaries were too strong. I wanted to run. I wanted to hide. But my feet were frozen to the floor. Then, I saw something I will never forget. My father was standing in the doorway, trying to protect us. But one of the soldiers grabbed him. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t scream. I watched as the soldier raised his sword, and in one clean strike, my father fell to the ground. “No! No, please!” I screamed, but no one heard me. My mother held me tight, her face pale with terror. “Chika, we have to run. We have to—” But it was too late. Another soldier grabbed my mother. She fought back, but she was no match for them. I tried to fight too, but they were too strong. They grabbed me by the arms, dragging me away. I kicked and screamed, but it was like I didn’t even matter. Nwabueze, the man who had just killed my father, looked at me. His eyes were cold, empty. He didn’t say anything. He just pointed at me, and his men pulled me closer to him. I wanted to run, but they tied me up. They threw me into a cage, like I was nothing but an animal. The last thing I saw before they closed the cage door was the burning of our home, the smoke rising into the sky. I could still hear the screams, but they were fading. Everything was fading. The world I knew, the life I had, was gone. Now, I was just another slave. Another soul taken. To be continued… *FOLLOW OUR CHANNEL FOR THE CONTINUATION* https://whatsapp.com/channel/0029Vaog51mHbFVF2i4IJX3S

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2/7/2025, 2:19:13 PM

*Episode 3: The Price of Chains* Morning came too quickly. The sun rose, but it didn’t bring warm. It only made the ashes of my village clearer, the ruins black against the sky. I hadn’t slept. How could I? Every time I closed my eyes, I saw my father falling, my mother screaming, the flames swallowing everything I ever knew. The other prisoners were waking up, their eyes empty, their bodies weak. Some whispered prayers. Some didn’t say anything at all. Then, the soldiers came. “Get up!” one of them barked. He banged his sword against the cage, making a loud, sharp sound. “Move, or you’ll be dragged.” One by one, they pulled us out, pushing and shoving like we were animals. My wrists were tied, the rope biting into my skin. The soldiers didn’t care. They just tightened it. I stumbled forward, trying to keep up. The sun was too bright. My body was too weak. My stomach was empty, but I didn’t even feel hunger. Just numbness. We were being taken somewhere. I didn’t know where, and I was too afraid to ask. Then I saw him. Nwabueze. He sat on a black horse, watching us like a man admiring his new possessions. His eyes met mine, and something in them made my skin crawl. “She’s the one,” he said. One of the soldiers nodded. “Yes, my lord. The carpenter’s daughter.” My chest tightened. The way he said it like my father was nothing. Like I was nothing. Nwabueze smirked. “Strong spirit,” he said. “We’ll see how long that lasts.” I didn’t reply. I kept my head down, biting my lip to stop myself from shaking. We walked for hours. Maybe days. My feet ached. My throat was dry. Some of the prisoners fell, too weak to continue. The soldiers didn’t stop for them. If you couldn’t walk, you were left behind. By the time we reached the city, my legs were barely holding me up. The market was full of people, laughing, buying, selling. It was like they didn’t see us. Like we weren’t even human. Then I realized. They didn’t see people. They saw slaves. And we were the merchandise. To be continued… *Follow Channel for Full Story* https://whatsapp.com/channel/0029Vaog51mHbFVF2i4IJX3S