This had to be the most important stage of
my life, 'cos at this point in time I was being molded to face the harsh
realities of this world and at age 11, you can't imagine that you'd be
kicked, beaten like an animal, slapped, in fact brutalized in such a
manner (all in the process of molding I guess I turned into a fine piece
of sculpture). Let me start from the start (as my boy would say)
1457 hrs 11 01 89, I was staring at the gates of the Airforce Military
school Jos, all seemed well and everything was looking peaceful and calm,
when suddenly I heard.. "kai! stop dia", "Oga leave am make hin carry hin
kaya". "Bagger!! come here!!, double up!!"
Imagine how I felt. It wasn't funny, as my Dad turned to leave, I felt my
eyes water and hot tears began to stream down my face, it was .....
"sniff" "sniff" (okay where was I, yeah as I was saying .. sorry about the
tears, brings back memories) I felt my heart melt, here I was, all alone
in the world with these mean looking soldiers waiting to take me away,
nothing can prepare you for such a rude shock. In any case, I went through
the normal rigours of checking in, and making sure that all the items you
were required to come along with were complete, else you'd have to go back
home to get them!
There's more gist.. but only if you wait a while.. :)