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The bf and I were chatting about my postings on my primary school experiences, when I recalled something about my hair; I had jheri curl (insert: Curlt Kit texturizer ) from creche up till kindergarten two. Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I was totally adorable. (You will see for yourself next week. I am preparing a surprise)
In One Gold, my mum stopped applying chemicals to my hair, and started braiding it. I had a soft scarp and still do; it was difficult to braid but I loved my natural hair in braids. During Christmas, I got my hair braided with long-stranded-wig and hot-water-curled it.
The last day (Our Day) in Two Lilies, my elder sister hot combed my hair for the last time; remember Miss Addico did not like girls with their hair up in braids, she preferred it short. I spotted a huge afro to school and had a blast. Afro, because I wanted everyone to see I had a lot of hair, which will be cut off before we got to Three Matthew. :)

In the new year, I will continue the series with experiences in junior secondary school. Next week, I will post something small, yet exciting? :)

1 Gold and Why Was I Not The Teacher's Pet?

So there I was, class one Maame. Each class in primary school had a name peculiar to it. I was in One Gold and the other class was One Diamond. Two events struck my mind when I recall 1Gold.

First off, the teacher who normally teaches 1Gold was no longer coming to class. We were so happy because we had heard she was an ogre. (lol) Anyway, we got a new teacher and she was so nice. I liked her right off. Unfortunately, she seemed fascinated by another classmate, because of her brother. (What can I say?!) I know because while introducing ourselves to her, she asked AO, my classmate, if she was related to ... from UCC. (Why can I recall such details? hmmmm) If it wasn't for the fact that we elected our class prefect, she would have selected AO (the initials of my classmate). I recall cutting a flower and placing it on my teacher's table on Vals' Day. (Can you imagine what she did when she got to the class?) She asked AO whether she placed it there? (*sign*, obviously not) I told her it was from the whole class, (I couldn't bear to say I did it) and wished her a happy Valentine; then she told us the story about St. Valentine. She was the sweetest teacher ever in primary school. Unfortunately, she left the school when we moved on to class two.

One other thing I remember, which I have blogged about, is the pact some friends and I made. I won't repeat what I posted, so check this to know the about pact we made.



Sorry this post was late in coming. I was undecided about a poem about ignored signals or this post. In the end, the post won. Enjoy my trip down memory lane. 

Next week: Special Treat.

Reminisces- Intro & 3 and 4 Years Old

I have not done a series before, so I am going to start one. I am going to keep it 'safe' by starting with earliest memories from childhood to the university; happenings that I recall. Some may be silly, insignificant, thought-provoking, obstinate, cruel, funny, but  all true. They happened to me or I did them and I will share with you every Monday or Wednesday (just so you check my blog on those days. :)).

At 3 Years to 4 Years

We came back to Ghana when I was four years old; that is what I am told. My dad was a lecturer in a school in Ogun State, Nigeria. I don't know the reason for our return and before you ask, no, I can't recall anything about my birth or life in Nigeria.

My earliest memory was crossing the street with my mum to attend creche.

I also remember my cousin, Auntie Lizzy, going around exclaiming to everyone that I had spoken Fante (a local dialect in Ghana). She had just arrived from my mum's hometown and was sitting on the porch outside; I remember playing in the sand beside her then getting up and saying, "Auntie Lizzy, me nan kro yi me yao" (meaning; Auntie Lizzy, my leg hurts); I had a boil on my leg, which was oozing.

In kindergarten one (KG1), a teacher hitting the back of my hand with a cane whenever I write on the chalkboard with my left hand. (I now write with my right hand and do everything else with my left hand). My mother telling a neighbour that I had to spend another year at KG1 because the teachers thought I was too quiet and shy. (I wasn't quiet, just always in deep thought. But it was all good because I resolved right then to start being more vocal. They should see me now. I can talk and keep quiet all at once. :))

A teacher asked me to bring my mum to the school in KG2 because I questioned her telling me to bring toilet tissue to school; reason being, I do not use the lavatory in the school, so why did I need to bring toilet tissue? I did bring my mum (after I told her what happened and what I thought), but I don't recall ever bringing that tissue; maybe my mum gave my teacher money to buy it. :)


Next week: Class One and Why Was I Not The Teacher's Pet?