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Civilian Casualty 3: The Thing About School Fees Part 1

THE FATHER THERE IS A GENERATION OF MEN in Nigeria, born two decades before Nigeria’s independence (1960) and during the period of independence, they subscribe to the belief that labor, builds character. It is a principle that they place above all else and they are not wrong, labor does in fact build character – at least some aspects of character. No amount of labor has thought these men to keep it in their pants, not even when it invites more labor and hardship for them.  However, I believe that something may have been lost in the translation or application of this principle by a good number of these men because somewhere along the line, the word labor was subconsciously substituted for masochism in their psyche until suffering came to equal labor in their minds. ( It explains for instance why these men consider eating three meals a day, living with your parents or attending school as the height of luxury). Tade was one of such men. Of the many snacks availa...
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Book 1: G.O.O.D (Intermission, Mix UP)




Micx UP!
BU… BU… BUT DADDY…
I changed schools a lot because my dad really wanted me and my siblings to mix up with other kids - which I never did! I’ve always been guilty of watching from afar, being a part but never really one with everyone.
Changing schools didn’t help me to mix-up at all, but he didn’t seem to understand that. All he saw was a really quiet girl who brought home the ‘Best-Behaved Student’ Award, every year.
He seemed to have the idea in his head that if you were best-behaved then you were the class’ fool so he promised to give me a thorough walloping if I ever brought home that award.
Apparently, only fools could be best-behaved! Weird, I didn’t know that.

 
I still brought home the award every year, up till my Junior Secondary School days, not out of stubbornness - I couldn’t have been, I was too busy being miss goody-two-shoes, believe me it’s a lot of hard work especially round people you like. Lots of turning the other cheek is required but because I didn’t know how to be anything else.
No parent wishes for their child to be stupid, so I guess I can understand where he was coming from.
Everyone without exception and irrespective of what their sex, orientation, IQ, race, religion or cultures is; is precious in their own way. This is one of the most important lessons I have learnt. I have been amazed more times that I would like to admit by the beauty in people.
It is my hope that people would learn this lesson from this book – it is another of the reason I’m writing it.
Yes Honey.
There is a purpose for my writing this.
Haven’t you been reading?
Focus!
Life is not just a bunch of stories. It’s one big story.
No one is ordinary, not even the mad man in rags on the street corner. Variety, they say is the spice of life – I’m not exactly sure who uttered those words but it doesn’t really matter, right?
I mean, you guys aren’t going to make me get a reference or something, just because of one quote, are you?
No you aren’t, so stop giving me that look!

Hey! Hold up!
That’s no license for anyone to live how they see fit.
What I meant is this: the fact that you don’t understand someone is not a good reason to write them off.
There is always something worth salvaging in every human being; if there wasn’t, there would be no human left on Earth, God’s mighty hand would have swept us all away.
There is something wonderful in everyone. The problem is that I can’t reach everyone to discover and bring out that special thing in them. That part of it is left to you guys out there reading this stuff.
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