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As you can already tell, the readers of "Tatiana's Gala" would react differently; the ones who would think there's nothing new under the sun so your story was not spectacular per se, the ones who would feel every emotion that you have felt, they would cry when your book says you cried, laugh when you laughed, and pray when you prayed. Then there would be critics who would critic your style of writing, your purpose of writing, why you cried at the point when you described crying. There would also be the sect that would never understand why you had sex with a thirty-year-old psycho when you were barely eighteen-years-old, they would likely call you immoral, or wayward.
When you told Kev about your dating and sex episode with the thirty-year-old, he was "sorry you had to go all through that" and you were taken aback, that was not the usual reaction you got. The few people you had told this story to either blamed your mother for not bringing you up well or they blamed you for 'not receiving the upbringing well.' 
You would write in Tatiana's Gala that even though you are twenty-seven years old, the best moment in your life was in secondary school, the day you represented your school in a competition. It was a spelling Bee Competition, English Language was the only subject that interested you, that made you shine amongst your pairs, and boy, it always felt so good. When they were short-listing for the competition, Mr Amana, your English Language teacher had selected you with little ado, and your heart swelled with immense pride. At the spelling bee competition, you had done well at the last minute, and you were to move to the next round which was at the national level. You jumped up, and cried, and "stand up for the champion" played in the background. When you got back to school, Mr Amana beamed with pride as he described the happenings earlier that day to other teachers, and they were so proud of you. The next morning, on the assembly ground, they clapped for you with "Atapa! Atapa! Atapa!!!!! A good you! A good you! A very good you!!! Papapaapapaa pa!" Later on, at the national level of the spelling bee competition, you had failed a spelling too easily and gotten disqualified,  but that did not change the fact that you were so proud of yourself. There were other moments like this, but none ever came close to this exhilarating moment and as you write, you smile so large your jaws ache. 
People need to know the way you cried when you failed Chemistry in your O' level exams, God knows you always hated that abstract subject, you hated physics and further mathematics too, but nothing came close to your hatred for chemistry. A night to Chemistry exam, your classmates had gotten the leaked questions, and they were memorising the answers. There was so much noise in your dormitory, and you thought you should go look at the leaked questions since you knew you could end up failing chemistry exam no matter how much you read. But you decided against it, you purposed to write the exam with complete integrity, because integrity meant a lot to you early enough. Eventually, results came out, and you had failed chemistry woefully, it was the only dent in your amazing result. In retrospect, you wouldn't have cried that much if you had understood life, and that chemistry would be the least of your worries...