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18 Feb

Tales of an Imperfectly Perfect Girl

Our first official night prep after being sorted to various arms was on monday night. My first night prep was that night, environment still feels strange, but there were hundreds of girls feeling that way,  so I wasn’t alone. We all marched to the classroom after a dinner that tasted like cheese in disguise of rice and stew. 2 hours in a night prep with strange persons, in all kind of ways, strange!! But we started well, some of us were bonding already. My seat partner, Modupe who I met when we were to get our prospective from the school, Oyinlola who is a very smart and amiable girl, and Omolola who never stops talking about the scary gists of miss koinkoin, shift make I sleep, Lion tree and the Mammy water in Manuwa house cause she’s heard it all from her elder sisters who are our seniors. (I think every boarding student knows this gist, it’s like a myth we can’t escape, black man inclusive). As scary as it was, we were amused. Yes, as expected we already sighted the cry babies who wanted to be home already. We spotted the ones who just wanted to be alone, we spotted the chatter boxes “guilty”. In the midst of chatting away, we all heard a firm voice..”Jss 1g girls!

We all froze, the authority that voice carried was alarming. The baritone but soft and sweet sound of that voice was amazing yet it got us startled.(I recognised that voice, my school mother! Is she doing her duty yet?😟😟😟 I didn’t even see her yet, she doesn’t know my arm). So we all greeted good evening “ma”..lol. she told us immediately that she’s not our mom, so we use “yes” instead of ma (a correction we all got from different senior colleagues till we got used to using YES and not MA). Would you blame us? we were just a bunch of young kids from various homes where respect is paramount.
She settled down and introduced herself as Miberon, the house captain of Emotan house, and she is supposed to be our prep prefect. Then the whispers of how beautiful she is was getting to my ears, you needed to know how smug I felt, wasted no opportunity to tell my classmates this beautiful lady is my school mother😂😂, and she chose me herself. Marking of territory is my forte!
Since it was our first night without anything to read, it was for introduction. We all introduced ourselves, with the names I didn’t remember the next day. The rest of the night ended with advice and soft chats to make us survive and adapt to the environment. At nine thirty, prep was over. I was tired, I went straight to the hostel, relayed how my day went to my bunkmate, then I went to bed after preparing for the next day.

Boarding house can be fun until?  Find our next week.

 

BY BABYGALFORLIFE

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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