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Oh my goodness this topic unlocked a memory I didn’t even know I still had! If there’s one thing boarding school taught me, it’s that trouble doesn’t walk, infact it teleport while some walks in form of humans.
Back in secondary school, the rule was simple once that evening bell rings everyone must leave the reading class and go straight to the chapel for prayers. No excuses, no stories. If you’re caught outside? Just start writing your apology letter already. 😅
That fateful day, the bell went off, and being the good student I was, I rushed straight to the chapel. Halfway there, my brain suddenly remembered something very important my beret!
Now, in my school, not covering your hair during prayers was another offence entirely. Double wahala! So I begged my friend to follow me back to the reading class real quick. The plan? Breeze in, grab it, and breeze out. Simple mission, right? WRONG.
We got to the class, I found my beret, turned to leave… and my friend suddenly went, “Wait oh, I think I left my notebook here too.”
Before I could even say “please hurry up,” we heard that voice the principal’s voice 😭 shouting,
“Who is in that class?!”
We froze instantly like two statues in a museum. Maybe if we stayed quiet, she’d just move on. But noooo. Madam Principal opened the door and caught us red-handed. That was it real trouble or us 😭💀
Apparently, some items had gone missing around the school few days ago, so she immediately thought we were the thieves! She marched us straight to the chapel and made us kneel throughout prayers. I was mortified. And to make things worse? My younger sister walked past me! The irony I always told her not to get into trouble and look who was on her knees! ME!😫
After prayers, the principal said we’d be calling our parents to report to school the next day. My heart nearly left my body. All I could think of was my dad Mr. No Nonsense himself, I was already imagining the lecture, the punishment, the ground swallowing me whole 😭.
While everyone else went to the refectory, we were still kneeling like lost souls. Then suddenly, the vice principal walked in and asked what we were doing there. We started stuttering like jammed radios
She just looked at us and said, “Out! Before I count to three!”
You don’t want to know how fast I ran? Okay I think I broke a personal record that day.
And just like that the matter ended. Poof! Gone!
The next morning, I greeted the principal, expecting drama, but she smiled back.From that day, I made sure I was ALWAYS where I was supposed to be, when I was supposed to be there!
Thanks dear readers 😊
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