I recently got into an uber to a colleague’s place for friday drinks, the uber guy was extra chatty, I indulged him,after about 6 mins, he asked where I was from, I told him I am Nigerian, he asked if I had stayed in the UK for long, I said just 9 months, then he asked if I had schooled outside Nigeria, I said no, he said oh my goodness, your English is so good, it is not the typical British accent but it’s feels like you schooled abroad as you don’t sound like the Nigerians I have seen or heard… hehehe I laughed..
Growing up, we lived in Ikoyi, web road to be precise but then an unfortunate fire accident happened and it looked like it was a deliberate attempt to kill us all so my father who was on transfer to Benin decided to move us as he felt it wasn’t safe anymore so we moved to Nathan street, Yaba, Number 44 to be precise, it wasn’t as posh as Ikoyi, rough neighbourhood it was,When my father died the next year, our lives grew worse and after 15 years we moved to a much worse neighbourhood, Ilasamaja Mushin, oh what my eyes had seen in our 17 years of staying at that neighbourhood, our church was in Idi-oro, and saw young people live recklessly, give their lives to Indian hemp and prostitution.

Idi Oro Mushin
I went to a public school that had dwindling number of teachers and we got the worst kind of education and true to form, we failed our SSCE, those that could afford extra lessons were the lucky ones…


Aunty Ayo Girls Comprehensive Secondary School
Back to the uber driver, I smiled and told him, God is good and I don’t look like where I have been..
It could have gone the wrong way, I could have mixed with the wrong crowd in those places, I could have decided to follow men cos it was hard to continue to wear hand me downs that are torn and needle stitched but I turned out alright by the grace of God…

You do not have to look like where you have been, You are a shinning light, you are the light of the world.. Never loose your saltiness
CIA


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