God knew me!
Walking in with that maroon tunic sky blue shirt a striped tie, clean polished shinny black shoes was little me in what I never knew would be the beginning of my 8 year journey in a world of books concrete and play. Little did I know this would be an opening to a whole new world of possibilities, a world which meant I had to fight tooth and nail to be the best of the best and cut my own seat on the table. Well, these concrete classrooms stood between me and my future. A reality which slowly dawned on me that I was to familiarize myself with these surroundings and make friends as quickly as possible to ease this journey. The dusty playing fields, black chalk boards, compound with acacia and tamarind trees, red colored soil which was evidently patched on our collars mixed with sweat an evidence of how much we played not forgetting our shoes, hair and lashes weren’t spared by the dust either. A film of dust coating was present anytime. In no time I would be done with my lower classes and ...