2. Our Mental Attitude Towards Education
In our little minds, our parents were sheer wicked and were just punishing us by making us go to school each and every morning.
It was no surprise how we approached the mornings— every morning saw us searching for our school uniforms and pair of socks, of course they were always found in one dirty corner graced with sweat and dust. We wore it like that anyway.
Our shoes always cried for water; you will understand if you attended a public school and if you were amongst the many whose parents were not well to do.
We never took the pain to apply pomade well, every day was harmattan for us. School was always jolly for us, except those of us who weren’t good in class, but that notwithstanding, we enjoyed and when the bell rung for break time, we just knew heaven has been brought down to earth.
We had so much fun in school yet we were so adamant and our parents had to insist so much before we go.
How can we forget the pathetic and the one cliche and equally unbelievable lie we used to tell our parents.
The I have been sacked for fees or the I am sick or the our teacher says we should not come to school today syndrome. We always knew they would not believe us yet we always found our lips pouring these phrases.