I Flogged you Because…

I Flogged you Because…

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“Ameena Garba, come here”, the teacher called me. I left my two friends M and K at the back of the class where I was seating and went to meet the teacher. She was an older woman who wore round glasses and whose son was also in the same class with me. The teacher was sitting at her desk with my notebook in front of Her and a chubby long cane lying on her desk. She knew it was my birthday, oh she knew it was my birthday but it didn’t stop her. The next thing I knew, my palms were outstretched in front of me and three strokes of cane were slapped onto it.

As a kid, I was notorious for noise making which in my defense is basically making conversation with words that when spoken sound too loud for a classroom. I was a talkative, I was restless and I was a whole lot of other things which for the sake of my now adult dignity I wouldn’t repeat. And so, If the teacher would have flogged me for any of that, it would have been a bit justified. Heck, if she would have flogged me for failing my maths class work, and that was a low probability because I was good at it, it would have still been justified.

But no, after flogging me, I was handed back my book and told it was because my handwriting was bad. I received three strokes of cane, on my eight birthday, in front of the whole class because I had bad handwriting. I went back to my seat with tears in my eyes and sought the comfort of my two Bffs. I received comfort and sorry looks from the other classmates as well, even though I think it’s because they wanted me to share my birthday goodies with them.

A few minutes passed, and I was called up once again by the same teacher who flogged me to take a share of the birthday goodies to the headmistress of the school. I clearly remember the teacher telling me that if the head mistress asks me why I was crying, I should tell her it was because I had bad handwriting hence I was flogged. Which now, If I was a headmistress would find it absurd. But that was the way it was back then.

That day I learnt a few things:
1) It doesn’t matter if bad handwriting is genetically inherited, some teachers would still blame you for it (that wasn’t the last time) and you might even get flogged for it;
2) Even If a Nigerian teacher flogs you black and white, they will still eat your birthday goodies without any shame.
3) Birthdays are meant to be awesome, but they are not in my case and that was only the beginning.

And that’s the story of my Life. Also, no hard feelings towards the teacher, I actually find it funny now when I think about it. 🙂 🙂

Dignified response to a Disgraceful gossip

Dignified response to a Disgraceful gossip

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I have a dislike to gossip. Does that mean I hate gossips? Of course not. We have all sadly fallen into the traps of gossiping. I get it, something’s are so good when you hear them that you just can’t swallow it alone, it has to be shared with someone else who then shares it with another someone and the cycle goes on and on. Sometimes, we don’t even stop to think if it’s true or not, we just can’t wait to get it off our chests. So yeah, I get it, but what we don’t realize is the effect it has on the person being gossiped. May be it’s true, its something they had done in the past. Some thing they wish they hadn’t, but they did. It doesn’t do to go about tarnishing their present just because of a silly thing they did in the past. And if it’s false, what does that make us? Going around spreading things that turn out to be untrue, liars?

About some days ago, my friend/Sister heard a thing that I wish she hadn’t. Being a half Nigerian, half Indian, a lot of Tribalist Nigerian girls look at her as downright trashy ( personally, I think they wish they were her). Being a mixture of two rich cultures, no doubt about it she is beautiful. She often has earphones in her ears (even when she’s not listening to music), so unintentionally, a lot of people automatically think she is listening to music or whatever even when she’s not

Well, she was sitting in school during a break with her earphones plugged in (but off), when 3 Nigerian girls passed her. And voila, the gossiping began, not knowing she could hear them.

One of them began,
“is this the xxx that everyone says is really beautiful, she doesn’t look fine to me at all”. “She has a nice shape they say,I don’t see it”. “Oh she’s the one that chases men around” “I don’t know what they see in her” …

                   A few other things were said that I can’t remember.

                  Lord knows how my friend felt when she heard those things said about her that were false. Just rumors that people cooked up to make themselves feel better. She pretended like it was nothing and shrugged the rumors off, but I know she felt bad. And she didn’t say anything to the girls, she could have, but she didn’t. She knew they didn’t know she was listening, so she shut them up in a discreet way and went about her way. While they were still talking, she saw a familiar face passing and called out to her, that made the gossiping girls scurry along. Of course, they couldn’t say what they had just finished discussing to her face.

If it was you, what would you have done. Would you have taken the highroad and Let it be, would you have given them a dignified response, or would that have been a base for some serious mouth-fight?