Exam week

My mother usually told me many hilarious stories from my childhood but the one that resonated and stuck with me up until this point was the story of my ultimate commitment to the school system.

According to her, from when I turned three, I was always vigilant to know when our neighbors' children at our house in Magodo would go to and return from school. 

Apparently, whenever I saw them going off to school from the child-proofed, iron-barred balcony, I would immediately rush to her to dress me up in any clothing that resembled school wear, right down to the official shoes and a school bag.

Also, if she ever tried to take off any of my made-up uniforms, I would cry, wail, flail, and kick at the air until they were put on me over again.

Moreso, when the neighbors' children would return to school, I would find out somehow and that would be the only time, including the weekends, that they were allowed to take off my uniform.