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Words: 821 |
Pages: 2|
5 min read
Published: May 7, 2019
Words: 821|Pages: 2|5 min read
Published: May 7, 2019
Tomide Akinrinlola was the name given to me in this world filled with hate, love, disgust and pity, life all began at the age of seven hard, tolling and somewhat profiting. Moving to a place I have never know a placed called Nigeria the home country of both my mother and father located in Western Africa, and borders the Gulf of Guinea, between Benin on the west and Cameroon on the east. To begin a new life with my aunt and uncle who had always been there for the woman know as my mother.
Nigeria was a funny country not a lot of trees mostly sandy and hot compared to USA with the grassland cool weather and trees almost bigger than the eye can see. Hawking food and drinks people hustle just to make ends meet, mental ill running around on the road one even bought a cigarette and handicaps and blind begging for money. I had arrived in different environment all of these just outside of the place I am to call home a five bedroom bungalow with, two living room and exercise room words couldn’t explain star struck I was.
School was just plain weird, amusing and disappointing. Uniforms had to be worn at my new school Chris land was the name with light green and dark green the school color and uniforms shirts light green and pants dark green with everybody fascinated by my accent and the for some strange way they loved my pronunciation of scissors why I will never know. Nevertheless I was made to redo second grade due to coming from a different country and the schoolwork was different, I felt sad, disappointed and most of all dumb but that’s really life it may be good but is not for eternity.
After my second and third grade, I changed school and just like a combo meal, it comes with new friends and different surroundings. It was my fourth grade or as they called it primary four, it was my worst school year ever. As I recall my teacher’s name was Mr. Ajeigbe a down to the earth man who resorted to the cane or paddle as some people call it for any given reason talking in class, getting an answer wrong and even talking bad about a person so, if you loved yourself never curse a person out. I really think he had eyes and ears in the wall showing us there is always a repercussion for everything we do.
The name of my new school was mothers joy model college M.J.M.C was what we called it and, who might be the principal it was my own gosh darn aunt. It was good and horrible, I was able to go to her get some money or get something to eat but when I sin I get double the beating it was painful but you live to deal with it. Everybody in his or her own little way has to adopt but at the same time nothings is free but the way you find out depends on you.
It really felt like any other day warm and sunny till he showed up own my door stop and delivered the breaking news it was him Mr. ajeigbe. Most people take it in the five grades it is hard and tiring but in return u skip one grade most people called it an advancement test. Yes, I was taking it and Mr. Ajeigbe the person I feared, hatred and respect was about to be in my life full time tutoring me for the test he believed even if I was in the four grade I could pass, but could I do it I thought?
It was a long three week of training for the test, I was beaten, punished and not to mention laughed at. We did everything covering from math, English writing, English literature and Yoruba the national language of Nigeria it was mind straining but worth it, but am guessing hard work pays and it was a big check because I passed. In addition, I was going to secondary school skipping grade five and six, all my family and friends were happy and I just felt smart empowering and just blessed.
Life was fun I was able to speak to another language, going to school I could walk with my friends or take a motorcycle where u could pay a sum of money and they take you where you want to go. I still got beat, cutting grass with a machete, which was actually ok after a while except for the occasionally bruising. The semester ended and I came fourth out of the whole class and I was not afraid of Mr. Ajeigbe anymore he was actually fun. I tried new foods and it was amazing. But nothing ever last I ask myself why but who knows
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