....then freeedom came spontaneously.It felt weird at the beginning,none of us believed that after 5 years or being subjected to feeling enslaved,we finally had room to spread out our wings.
Our tale of life in secondary school might be similar to only a few but then among those few,we stood out.That morning I walked down the "sacred pathway" that the senior students had coveted for themselves only.We were more like animals destined to walk on the grassy,sandy pathwayalong with the Herbivores.
On the food chain the dog was on a higher strata than we,every
As I walked down that morning at about 6:00am,I met Jeff along the way.He looked at me knowingly and we both burst out in screams of joy until someone in a window shouted at us to stop disturbing their sleep.
We parted,and I walked over to the final year students dormitory.I stood right in front and stared at the set of
There they were smiling and rejoicing.
Why were they rejoicing?
Certainly not for the fact they they had come to the enc of their secondary studies
NO
It was for how they had gotten away with all the evil things they had done.These evils varied from extorting from someone,a set of provisions meant for a couple of months and wastefully consuming it in a day.It was with these guys that I saw a can of 350g powdered milk get dissolved in a cup of 5cl.The things they did with our provisions made me wonder sometimes if these people had any conscience.
A couple of them saw me and stopped smiling immediately.On a normal day I couldn't even dare to think of standing where I stood that day so they probably thought I had something backing me.They quickly moved away.Inside of me I felt joy.The joy of taking back what was rightfully mine,my freedom,even if I didn't fight for it when I should have.
I turned and walked slowly to my dormitory,I reminensced about all the times I had run away from that dormitory to avoid being caught by another senior.I had never noticed that there was a divinely beautiful flower plant by the side of the pathway.Not that I liked fllowers or that kinda stuff but I'm just normally a kind of person who notices stuff and also notice when they change.I was feeling like .....
I got back to my dormitory and there were "parties" going on.Boys were celebrtaing the "new era" with garri,cornflakes,cabin biscuits all mixed together in buckets and sauced with milk and chocolate beverages.
I sat on my bed and began to plot my next use of this new foud freedom,it was going to be the freedom of expression,the liberty to express my feelings to miss Daisy anywhere I met her and not worry about any stupid ass senior sending me to buy him some snacks with my own money.
I was imagigining me kissing her already.I smiled and that smile didn't leave my face throughout that day.I sighed with dreamy eyes
"OH DAISY!....."
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It all boils down to a woman after all? LOL. Secondary school was a hoot I tell you. My own memories will fill pages.
RépondreSupprimerhehe You know me or maybe you don't .
RépondreSupprimerBut I'm all about the girls ,woman in your words.
I just thought to add that bit to make the story kinda more interesting ,don't you think?
Secondary school was a lot for me and to think that I didn't get to do some of the things I would have done cos in my final year I left the hostel.Fortunately
LOL. Nice memories. Nice post btw. I spent a year in a federal boarding school, I was like a broom stick....and all them wicked seniors...i always wondered where they kept their heart. I remember kneelin down in rain and fetchin buckets of water just cus my tunic was blue and my name was "junior girl"
RépondreSupprimerLMAO!
RépondreSupprimerYour name was junior girl?
hehe
well I stayed all through and I'm guessing you just saw the tip of the iceberg
when they saw the higher the cooler
that's a lie in our case it was hottest in our SS2.We saw hell and came back I tell you
Now I can actually rest cos you have placed your seal on the post.