Well, it actually began 25 somewhat years ago. Being the last born of six, I quickly realized every morning my elder siblings did the disappearing act, leaving my poor behind with the 'mboch' colloquial term for nanny; only to reappear six hours later with great stories about school. School... mmmh! my two year old brain would churn its gears. It wasn't long before I began demanding my basic right to an education. The 'old man' succumbed to the pressure and it wasn't long before I began draping the red white checked shirt with barge shorts and followed in my family's footsteps - going to school.
I must admit, my first day was full of drama. The huge Lavington church was imposing. They had a beautiful hall, but all I could imaging is how big my universe had suddenly become. Before long, old man decides he has to get to work and takes off leaving me in the care of absolute strangers. I did what every normal child would do... wail and a run after his parent. Of course the teachers had anticipated my escapade and stopped me by placing a barricade (which if I remember correctly was a red-like gate). Anyway, and so it began...
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