My first love letter

Yesterday was "valentine's day" abi "love day" abi "lover's day"..

Whichever, I stumbled on an old letter from my proposed girl friend in my Ss1 and I can't help laughing, I'll spare you the details but for now, let's take a ride down to Secondary School (High School) and see how it went down in those days when Nise was Nise

ı may not be a good narrator but will try anyway.
Niserians KWENU!
PRO-UNITATE; I'm Nice

ıf the "god" of love were to look down on my school,they would be disappointed on the way my school; F.G.C NISE celebrates their val.

I remember the month of February came with a lot of pressure on the guys, at a point ı wondered if it was so in the girls dormitory.

Guys will start saving snacks money, pocket money, some lied to get from their parents, some borrowed, some may extort and some will tap just to Impress and meet up the demands,while girls will sit around having little chats about who they think will get them gifts and some girls will also act like they don't care if they got gifts or not because they're not even sure they have an admirer and they begin to think about those girls with four or five guys admiring them with a bit of envy
(umu nwanyi sef)

there are four houses in my school, (Anambra, Benue, Niger, Imo)
At this point all the shop related valentine gifts in the school will be filled with students especially Capo's Shop, some proposed bigger boys break bounds and patronize the shops outside the school to have a surprise one for their girl friends
(the girls sends to the boys vice versa)
High school can be a wonderful or difficult time,whether you're the girl walking down your hostel with a package or the boy wishing he had someone to send them to, this is one of the days during high school that defines who you are as a person, your popularity, your position in the herd, your integrity, your ego and emotional inbalançe..

Now it is 6.oopm and the dining bell has gone,
the gifts are now ready waiting to be delivered,
most of the delivery takes place at night after dinner
let me tell you the structure of my school,
the dining hall and the school clinic are in the same area where the girls have their hostel.

So the boys comes and meet the girls
the dinner is over and every where(Dining, Clinic, kitchen, the girls hostel boundary) is filled with hands either giving or receiving a package either by themselves, through their schools sons or daughter or other junior students.
I still hear the echoes of Mr Chukwu's Voice ;the medical director of the school shouting "boys boys leave the clinic, if you know you are not ill, leave here now"
outside the clinic are the cross -sections of some junior and senior students.

"Amaka, please help me give senior Chidimma this gift, tell her Senior Udoka sent it"
"excuse me please, shebi you're in benue house, please when you get to the hostel,help me call Senior Collette, I have something for her"
"Anambra boy, abeg help me give this to Izuu , tell him someone sent it"
"come, yes you, please tell Chinenye that she should come in front of the Clinic, that I want to see her, you know my name abi?"
"Give this to senior Ginika, when she opens it, she'll know who sent it"
ın the kitchen and Inside the dining are another cross section.

"please help me call Uzoo"
"please give this to cynthia"
"give this to henry"
some came to observe who sent to who and who received from who.
the drama continues till 7.30pm.. When everybody must have gone to their different classes for Prep.
Or back to the hostel, if the Val's day falls on a "Heat Period" in preparation for İnter-house sports
I don't know if it's so now, some of us now see those things as youthful exurberance, some are still trying to impress, some will think of it and laugh out loud, as time goes on, maturity increases.

Love starts from the heart, lets express it to our friends ,family,especially our parents, the needy, the orphans, lets encourage one another, its another day to reflect on the person of God,

From a friend
Okeke, Chukwudi Kene