The Artisans of Igun — Brass Casters and the Secrets They Pass Down
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He stared at the blank exam paper — and decided not to write the answer he expected.
This is the story of Tunde (name changed), a bright student from a modest neighbourhood whose life changed the night of his final school exam. Not because he aced it — he didn’t — but because the failure that followed pushed him to build something different and better. If you’re a teenager, a parent, or a teacher, this micro-case is for you: not a lecture, but a map of second chances.
Tunde had prepared. He had revised for weeks, filled the margins of his notebooks with formulas and summaries, and practised under the dim light of his table lamp. On the morning of the exam, his hands shook — more with the weight of expectation than with fear. When the paper was placed before him, the questions seemed familiar but not the answers. He knew the theory, but the composition of the questions demanded a different angle. The more he tried to force a remembered solution, the more the answers slipped away.
He wrote what he could, then stopped. Time moved differently in that room: loud, measured, indifferent. When the exam bell rang, his paper was far from complete. He left the hall with a hollow that felt like a second heartbeat.
At home, there was no dramatic collapse, no instant revelation. Tunde’s parents were kind and encouraging, but something had broken in the student himself: a quiet doubt, a question that lingered — was I ever prepared at all? In the weeks that followed, friends posted celebratory messages and promises of scholarships. Tunde opened those messages and learned a new word: comparison. He began to measure his worth in others’ success and found himself lacking.
What followed for many in similar situations is predictable: secrecy, excuses, blame. Tunde considered skipping school, hiding the result, or telling a story that would save face. Instead, he did one small thing that made a big difference: he asked a question that most wouldn’t dare ask — what exactly did I not understand?
He reached out to his math teacher, Mrs. Afolabi, and asked to see his marked paper. She handed it over with the same steady hands she used to write comments on other students’ work. The script on the top was blunt: "Showed understanding but lacked method; careless mistakes; restructure solution." No single mark would change his grade enough to make a headline. But reading those comments changed his conversation with himself.
Tunde realised the problem wasn’t intelligence — it was approach. He had memorised solutions and relied on pattern recognition. The exam didn’t punish memory; it demanded thinking. And thinking is a skill that is practiced differently.
Here the plot diverges from many tales of failure. Instead of a meltdown, Tunde performed a quiet experiment: he started building. Not a project for school marks, but something of his own — a simple LED lamp powered by a salvaged phone charger. He had learned the basics of circuits from his uncle and tinkered on weekends. The lamp was crude: cardboard frame, wires held by tape, a switch that stuck occasionally. But when he posted a short video of the lamp in a local study group, the response surprised him.
Other students asked him to help replicate it. A classmate said the lamp helped her study during load shedding. A small demand formed: inexpensive, local, study-friendly lamps. Tunde recognised an opportunity and, more importantly, a new language in which he could express what he understood. Instead of hiding from failure, he translated it into practical work.
Over months, Tunde refined the lamp. He learned soldering properly, designed a sturdier case from recycled plastic, and figured out how to source cheap LEDs in bulk. Each iteration made him better at problem solving. Subjects that had been abstract — electricity, resistance, current — became tools he used every day. Theoretical problems from class were no longer puzzles to memorise; they were design constraints to manage.
He also found mentors: a retired technician who taught him about basic safety, a senior student who ran a local repair kiosk, and Mrs. Afolabi, who started giving him projects that connected physics problems to real products. These calls, chats and hands-on tests became his study and support system.
Time passed. He didn’t instantly become the top student or the owner of a big company. But Tunde began to experience cumulative success: small sales that paid for parts, invitations to talk at a school club, and a renewed sense of purpose. When exam season arrived again, he performed better — not because he memorised more, but because he thought differently. The same methods that helped him design durable lights helped him disassemble and understand exam questions.
When a child fails an exam, the first reaction is often worry. That’s normal. But how you respond matters more than your worry. Try these steps:
Teachers can turn failure into a teaching moment. A few practical moves:
Resilience is often misunderstood as stoic endurance. Tunde’s story shows a better definition: resilience is adaptive action. It’s not the absence of fear or failure. It’s the capacity to interpret failure, extract the learning, and translate that into the next experiment. That translation is a craft — sometimes practical, sometimes intellectual — and it can be taught.
Use Tunde’s story as a trigger for a 40-minute class. Split students into groups and ask them to:
Ask groups to present and vote on the project with the most practical impact. Use the exercise to normalise failure as part of learning.
Tunde’s night ended with a grade on paper, but it also began a series of small, persistent experiments that reconfigured his future. If this story leaves you with one thought, let it be this: failure is not the finish line — it’s a redirection sign. Read it, reroute, and move.
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