Primary School 2

After losing my shayla, everything was pretty bleak. I mean, I still had ice cream and buns, but life lost a little bit of colour. I went to school to just be there, bruh.

What is life without love, and who are you without the love of your life?

I sha pulled through till vacation. There was a new school in my area, just opened in the church that was in the same compound as the one I lived in— Lagos housing system can do that.

The name of the church is God is Great, and apparently, one of its members was opening a school and dedicating it to the church, using the church’s name as the school’s.
That’s how God is Great Primary School was born.

It all started as a holiday lesson in the church before they could move to their permanent space. The church was in my compound, and my ma attends sometimes, so she sent me for holiday lesson as a way to support small businesses— in this case, the school.

The lesson was for Primary 2. That is where I met Ebere, daughter of the proprietor and a God is Great member.

As a member by association, I’ve always had an eye out for Ebere, but she just comes to church in my house, and that’s all. She lived a bit far away from my unit, so I didn't bother talking to her until the lesson period.

We got attached during the whole lesson P, and she wanted me to come to her school, but I was already enrolled at Erina. We left it at that, sha.

Resumption came, and I was like "first position" through my Basic 1. My mom came to school with me, demanding a double promotion, because, remember, in the first piece, I did say I was bumped down by a year. She came for payback. The principal didn't budge. I was withdrawn from Erina and enrolled in God is Great as a Primary 3 pupil.

Ebere got what she wanted, but she didn't like the manner in which she got it.

As a kid, I was bad - let's establish that again.

The end-of-the-year party came, and Ebere and I took part in the choreography. After the whole event, we went back to the class that was already packed to practice kissing— it didn't start today, I know.

We were moving like Sokka and Suki. We had no idea everyone was gone; the school was empty, and they were searching for Ebere. The principal’s secretary sha found us, not in the act but still snuggled together, and took Ebere away.

Me, I was thinking that was a close call. I didn't know that my babe had to go through intense grilling; they squeezed out every tiny detail of our encounter out of her mouth.

Primary 4, first day of school.

Life was good. I spent the holidays with my aunt in Ikotun. I learnt how to ride a bike, and I had a girl waiting for me back in school. I mean, I was winning in life — or so I thought....

The Primary 3 teacher, Ebere’s sister, sha called me out of my class and was telling every teacher who wanted to hear that me, Ichaka, took her sister into a class and was kissing her. Emi?.

How did she know? Who told her? Questions, mehn!

And she answered all of them. They asked Ebere what she was doing with me—not a very nice way of asking, I’d like to assume— because if it was just word of mouth, then she had no loyalty. Ebere cracked, and our little escapade became school gossip.

I kept my cool.

I got home and greeted my mom. I didn't even change clothes. I just told her, I’m not going back to that school; they can’t teach.

She didn't even question me. She took me like that in my uniform, and we went to Erina. I was enrolled back at Erina as a Primary 4 pupil. Because I had a valid Primary 3 result sheet, my mum dunked on that principal’s head, sha.

The next day, I was in my ironed old school uniform, ready to start life afresh, away from Ebere, God is Great, and its gossip.

I WON.