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28 Jan

Tales of an Imperfectly Perfect Girl

Prrimary school ended on a good note, everyone eas glad the baby of the house is going to the next level. As expected there was a dilemma, everyone wanted me so close to home, but I was tired, I needed to live, I needed to explore and be alone, I needed the fresh air away from Lagos. So the meetings and pleading began, from sending my uncles to my Dad and writing him letters. His condition, if I don’t pass the common entrance, no extra effort would be put into making me go to one. I’d just have to be a day student right here in Lagos. Later on, my common entrance results were out, and yes! I won.
I had just a month to prepare for a new life, away from the life I’ve always known, away from my family. I wasn’t bothered about the terrifying news of boarding house I have heard. I just knew I am strong and smart enough to figure it out. I’m that kind of “when we get to the bridge, we’d cross it”. And it’s exactly what I did. Dad and my uncle, did the academic part of visiting the school for the necessities, getting me a good guardian and seeing the environment. Mom was my shopping partner, she didn’t leave any detail out, she made sure her baby girl wouldn’t have the cause to beg, or wish she was home. From toiletries, to bedding, down to provisions and clothings.
I listened to sermons, encouragements, advice and prayers for every single day I had left of the one month. 26th of September finally came, all road led to Federal Government Girls’ College, Oyo (Feggo). Oh my! I was happy, there was this joy no adjective could qualify. With the glow on my face, I’m sure my parents were glad they made it happen for me. Oh well, during registration, I made a friend, Rofiat. She was just as friendly and chatty as me, though in a more subtle way. Her parents also made acquaintance with mine. As luck would have it, we were shuffled to the same hostel, Idia house.
It was time for our parents to go, for these kids to find thier own feet in thier own habitat. I got to the front of my hostel with My parents and my uncle in a cab. Amidst the warm welcome from the seniors and the low key talks of she’d be my school daughter, she’d be my bunkie, she’d be a bubbler, I was all smiles and glow while my Mom and Uncle said their goodbyes with hugs and pecks, and Dad!, Dad, waved me goodbye in tears!!!
What was to await me in my new life?

 

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Wura

Wura

Wura is an inquisitive and outspoken young lady who is definitely not your average, regular girl. She is a writer who likes to have fun. This is her personal space, her canvas and most interestingly, her gossip place. She's your everyday gist partner.

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Mercy
January 28, 2018

Wish! Well-done MA
Expecting the continuation

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