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By age 6, I was already coming home by myself from school. Though momma is always worried, she tried alternatives for me which never worked. My brothers promoted to senior classes so it was difficult for them to come picked me up after school, I missed our adventures and the fruit harvesting(even though we always suffer the consequences).

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Towards my second to the last year in Elementary school, before entering Secondary school; I entered a state competition and amazingly I entered the final after about twelve stages which my momma always told me she never believed I could get to the finals because I was "over-playful". I came third in the Whole of that state in the year 1996, I was drafted into a (Defence)Military school and with a cash reward of 500 Naira!

A SOLDIER WITHIN

Something terrible went wrong, first; my cash price which was posted through postal services never made it to me and my family in full- we got about 30% of the Total price money, sadly I never made into that (Defence)military school. It was extremely painful but my momma was not so sad about it; I asked her when I was a bit grown and her response was; "You are too wicked and stubborn to be in the Army".

Well, she was my mom so I never commit that statement to heart because between then and now I tried joining the Army over four times; I tried enrolling shortly after 9/11, US Army came to my country to recruit Infantries to go fight in Afganistan. I was two days late to get the information and going to try my luck again. In 2015/2016 I tried joining the US Army Reserve again and this time around as a Specialist; like before something went wrong and never made it even with fantastic grades.

Momma uses to sing it to me that I wasn't meant to be a service personnel, even after her passing I tried again(As a Specialist into the US Army Reserve), so after another disappointment, I knew momma was right, and probably laughing at me from the land of the Saints.

BOARDING SCHOOL- SMALL BULLY MEET BIGGER BULLIES

Now in high school, something clicked in my mom and decided to ship my immediate brother and me to a boarding house, took me weeks to forgive her while in my new school but I had to because I was missing her so much. Our new school was like a mini-prison, a missionary school with fantastic teachers but you need a wild surviving spirit to get complete meals and be active during school hours.

The seniors were like giants, I mean like some special breeds of humans that clearly indicate SENIOR STUDENTS, while we juniors are just tiny Winnie in size compared to these "Ghouls". I was a bully no doubt, but I met some deep evil bullying that made me repent of my old Bully ways just in a Term. Your food gets eaten, your Blankets gets taken, your mattress gets wets if you refuse to give it to a senior who wants to double his and so many more unheard wickedness.

During holidays, momma knew she had gotten herself in trouble once we get back home and she sees how fierce our eyes look. First, all her food and groceries vanishes like magic because of the exceedingly fast rate we were consuming food. By the second week she is already asking when we are going back to school, she caused it so she must pay!

In 2000, i fractured my right leg on the football pitch, it was my final year in Junior High School and my brother was telling me to go back to the Hostel as it was getting dark, by past 7 pm I was rushed to the hospital because my right leg has been kicked and it broke backward. A fracture and two compound dislocation as the doctor called it which restricted me indoors for up to 5 months, i narrowly watched all the events of Sydney 2000 Olympics due to this. I was on "Cast"(POP) and my movement was limited to from the Living room to the room and to the Kitchen.

A TEENAGE ADULT

Sadly, most of my pictures during this time was lost when my momma passed one. One way or the other her belongings were mishandled, all I have is memories.

Right after my broken legs healed, I changed school for my senior high, another Boarding school like my formal one. By age 15, I have been traveling long distance all alone, to and from my school each end of the term. More responsibilities came when I became a "prefect" still young but I managed to cordinate both senior students like myself and junior ones.

Though it was hell, I had my first share of "coup de tat" and conspiracies, but all these made me stronger for my college days and how to manage crisis- at least the ones i could handle. Thanks for reading.

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