When I first landed in JSS 1 and my friends asked me if I was still in primary school, I told them that I was in high school. They asked me if I meant secondary school, and I told them yes but that my school was a more classy and fine tuned version of your typical Nigerian school, thus the name HIGH SCHOOL. I always wanted to be American. I had always been the fictitious kind, and that was why when Senior Thomas Nnongo told me about the headless horse man who came around every year to help JSS 3 students transition into Senior Secondary School (SSS), I panicked in belief. Someone was gonna die this session, I thought to myself. When Paul came out at Padre Hour in front of the church during testimony time to confess and thank God for delivering him from the spirit of masturbation, I was vexed. Did that mean I too was possessed? Did the spirit have anything to do with me grabbing my crutch and smooching it with soap every now and then? No, I didnt think so. Twas a personal decision which I enjoyed, I thought to myself. Then came Tiko which had me loosing my fish every time I stepped out of the dining hall. Looking back I wonder why I was such a miser. I could never give you a full biscuit even if I had five in a pack, Id always break it in tiny bits and distribute. Mehn High school, sorry secondary school was hard! And if I knew then what I know now, Id probably make sure I stole peoples biscuits at the school shop or in class from their bags, I mean they were just biscuits after all, not like I was robbing a bank or something. I would have stolen biros (more often than I did). I mean, I felt guilty for alotta things that I shouldnt have felt guilty for. They say though that in the end, sin is sin devoid of grades or strata or level or blah blah blah. Im a christian sha, but kai weighing-in on stealing biscuits and biros? I find those ones therapeutic for being caged in a 6ft tall fence for three months. Love was never kind, I practically made love to love letters. These girls were in Airforce Girls and we were in Airforce Boys Military School. Id get high on the perfume sprayed on the letters and get down low. So get off your high horse and stop being judgmental, for let he who has never stolen biro or begged(wait, begging is not a sin), be the first to cast the stone. This might be a work of fiction. I said might, still do not rule out the possibility of it being false though. Lol. Bye, Mike Ogah.
Posted on: Wed, 23 Oct 2013 13:24:34 +0000
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