Happy day dear Pamscribers, hope your day is serving you better? As for me, I'm in a salon crying my eyes out cos of the pain of beauty. Hmmmm, someone please come help me cut this hair cos I no do again abeg. What happens to going on low cut just like back then in secondary school days? The only thing I hear from people now is, "your hair is really long, people are even begging for a long hair as yours. Don't cut your hair, it won't fit you, especially, since you don't put on jewelries.". Please, I can't bear this pain again cos of recent, I now have this huge fear of salons. God help me biko.
If you were a boarder in the house, raise your hands up? I was a boarder for two years and those were the worst two years of my life. The seniors were sent from hell, wicked beings in form of ladies who had vowed to frustrate any junior in or out of sight. I was really tiny when I got into JSS1, and imagine me then carrying those iron buckets almost my size, filled with water, on my head. You are expected to fetch the water without a drop pouring out, if not, the beating that will follow will be out of this world.
If they ask you for your provisions and you dare refuse, you are "marked". The beatings you will receive later on will make you think twice about your existence.
One of those days, it rained heavily so we couldn't sweep the hostel compound. I can remember us being recalled back from the dining hall to the hostel and told to lie down on the floor which was unfortunately for us, filled with soldier ants. If you know or have been bitten by that wicked insect, you'll know what we passed through that day. Those ants crept "up there" and "down there" and bit the living day light out of us. Though my sister was in the same school, but she couldn't do anything whenever I'm being punished for what I didn't do cos she was only in SS1 then.
Imagine you sleeping and scared to even wake up for fear of what will happen in the morning. Chai! The fear of seniors was the beginning of wisdom abeg. So, I had to disturb my parents to change my school, mum agreed, dad disagreed. This went on until 3rd term of JSS2, and since dad still refused my leaving the school, I became seriously sick. Believe me when I say that sickness saved my life. It was the only reason my dad agreed to my leaving the school. To say that I was happy was an understatement. With the experience I got from that school, I don't think I would allow my person to attend a boarding school at all. The wahala is too much abeg.
So, what was your experience back in secondary school as a day or boarding student? Let's gist biko.