Leaving Ibadan was one of the hardest choices of my life.leaving days when i chased goats up and down those streets,and went to church with my favorite red Micheal Jackson shoe..lol ...the days i went to my balcony and had imagined i could use the branch to get to the ground like george of the jungle....the days my dad woulld actually take me and my older brother riding around jericho in my desperado shirt and my brothers kenny rogers shirt...Amazing days that would soon become memories and nothing else..
At a time i hated dogs cause somehow they always chased me! for no human reason.they just wanted a piece of me! the day b4 i was supposed to travel to Abuja i had washed ma clothes and was about to dry them when this dog just started looking at me akwardly...well....the next scene was a Little 10 year old boy was chased by a dog called tiger! wat a stupid name for a dog i must have thought......(well i got the dog poisoned before i left anyway)..
The journey to abuja was soo long and tiring , sepnt 9 hours on the road,my butt hurt so bad! it felt like my back..i had heard so much stories about Acity(thats wat i call it now)..the land of the noble men,was nothing compared to Ibadan..well in a good way...i spent a week making new friends and gettin aclimatized to the visinity.....but nothing excited me more than the thought of me taking provisions to school, it wudnt be so bad after all, il just be nice to my seniors and tell them all about the USA,maybe jist them rocky and alice in wonderland...silly me.
Boarding school was less than i had imagined..for a freshie it was welcoming...but after my mattrass got stolen,i was soon introduced to the real hardship of Boarding school...it was hard waking up 4.00 on mornings you dont eat and go to class.after class you get beat up and punished and told to fetch water from long distance places...damn i missed my mum at that point so much! i felt like crying so many times but,each sad event that frustrated me only gave me an elbow room to triumph...i failed my first year with no remorse after all i had an excuse...wicked seniors,no mattrass..not enough provisions ...lol..
So well i pulled through the second and third year,trying to adapt and make a name for my self..first i tot if i had a good reputation,maybe iif i was in the chapel choir,i wud be respected,but it was the other way round...so i became diverse...
My first year of senior class i had earned my self three suspensions which i was soon to discover made me a lot famous...hmm that was working..i became a terror to junior students sad to say...and an adore to girls in their hostel,i was kinda always the topic...that was cool for sometime..till my record was turning red..and i had to think about my family dignity and respect..for my sister and all my brothers had finished form that same school,without suspensions or a bad record,they were all official,but i wasnt,they were all prefects but i was once but de badged for lacking code of conduct.
I made my mum and dad really sad a lot of times,but after sometime i felt it was my destiny to take that path...several times my dad wondered if i was his blood..cus i was so different..i broke so much bound brought dvds and contraband's to school, had too much things i committed for .....(painful parts of my life)till i had my little accident back home and i was hospitalized for 5 weeks,my face was so cut up,i just thank God my family was there to hold my hand those hurtful nyts.On a short trip to Ibadan i had run through a glass slide door i thought was open!(im still so sure that door was open!)) well when i got back to school i cooled off in my final year before exams plus i had a gurl friend who was a constant source of joy for me....she attended all my soccer and basket ball matches..and watched me perform on stage so many times....it was like something out of a movie! saddest part about my teenage life was loosing her...when i lost her i lost every thing about love in me..i hated the world so much for the next one year! but well my superhuman sister came to my rescue once again...i got back on my feet soon after then and since then began to search for what goes wrong with lovebirds..
Our once close attached family was beginning to detach,my sister was in Law school and my brothers were doing university..i was all alone again...(but it was all for the best.....i hoped.......
gradually the life i had hoped for was turning into something a lot more than i had anticipated....i just wanted the old days back....sob sob!
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