Last night I had a long call with my primary school Managing Director, we used to call him ‘Manager’, I am going to do a Vlog soon so I can pronounce for you as we used to do it.
Mr. ‘Manager’ is one of the people who have impacted my life in a very great way.
Did i tell you I read ‘Think Big’ by Ben Carson when i was in Class six? Well i did, plus so many other fictional books. I used to get time out (we would call it ‘sitting under the shade‘) for failing to hone in on the board. I remember once I put a novel on my laps, I would read non stop.
So something had to be done because of the amount of time I spent ‘under the shade’
‘Manager’ introduced the idea of reading the newspaper. I could not read any novel if I had not read all the newspapers available for that particular day. I had to write a composition for every Newspaper I read and every composition had to have vocabularies from the newspaper. That is how I got to love English as a subject of study.
Anyhoo, ‘Manager’ told me last night that My school was closed. How sad?
I am nostalgic of the good old days. When we would all convene in a classroom to watch Sarafina and Baby’s Day Out. With all the glamorous poems we recited and the conspicuous Yellow Uniform we wore.
There were hilariously bad days too. Like this time when I compromised my integrity by joining a group of girls in the kitchen. We scooped sugar and hid in our lockers. The next morning my classmate drew a huge pot with my long hand in it ‘looting’ the contents of the pot on the board. (If we went to the same school, kindly do not finish the story in my comments,lol)
My school is no more. How sad!?