1983 white chalk and little giggles filled the air,mixed with the smell of guava and pawpaw,my open school window or atleast the government intended it to be,was wide open,so we could see the women selling agidi and hot moi-moi by the road side, learning was difficult,i practically learnt nothing,how was that even possible when i day dreamed of a hot com-com of okpa during break,i anticipated the joyous sound of the metal gong that said it was break time.that was usualy the peak of my day, school,was a means of excaping farm work and eating okpa or agidi at break was an added plus that made me long for the next day,i was a short boy of 7 with a round head and a nose that ran the length of my face chijioke that is my name...sounds funny when mama screams it from the backyard or when nne-nne wakes me up for school,my masa says i am always dirty and unkept,tho i see nothing wrong and the reasons why he should complain baffles me....................to be continued
Posted on: Wed, 03 Sep 2014 08:51:39 +0000
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