SCHOOL DAYS!

 My first school was called Keble which I only managed to attend till the age of 11. The reasons for this was that I was a really slow learner, what took other kids three to four minutes to learn it took me sometimes 30 Minutes or even 3days to understand what the teacher would be trying to explain to everyone and unfortunately my teachers did not realize that I had Dyslexia and i don’t think they really understood this condition in the 70’s 

I used to get the slipper or ruler across my backside or on my hands virtually three or four times a week, which lead me to hate going to school. When my mother would drop me to the school gate, she would watch me enter the school premises and then as soon as she had driven off. I would walk out of the gate and walk around for the whole day or I would go and sit in the local park till it was time to be picked up from school. I managed this for approximately 3 days before my parents found out that I was skipping school, they were livid and the head master was also not happy with this !! When I tried to explain everything to both parties I was told to shut up and behave. My Punishment from my parents was after dinner go to my room and read a book and my punishment from the school was 24hours of detention !! Which i had to work off one hour a week. After my parents and headmaster finally realised that i did not want to be at this school. I was shipped off to boarding school. By the time I left Keble School I had clocked up over 200Hrs of detention.

I joined Edgarley Junior School in Somerset, from the age of 11 for 2 years, which was a nice change and also it also had girls ❤ making new friends was a bit hard at first, but I learnt how to make friends and it was a start of a new chapter in my life. The two (2years) went by very quickly .

Age 13, I joined `Millfield School (Senior School) and this is when my eyes were opened to a totally different world !! I was in a Boarding House called “Ivythorn” when I Joined we were 12 students. On my first evening at the Boarding House after my parents have left and we had flooded the dorm room with tears. The so called Head Of House (self appointed) was from Iran and he was built like Arnold Schwarzenegger on calling us up for the house meeting which was held in the break room, he announced to all 11 of us that he was now the Head Of House and he was awarding himself the trophy for best student in the boarding house and everyone should clap! One of the other juniors that refused to clap and started laughing and calling him an Idiot.. was thrown through the Window, he was moved to another boarding house after that incident .!

The house Master would lock himself in his part of the building from 6pm till 7am the following day and the Seniors had total control of the boarding house, we were all controlled through Bullying and being made personal slaves for the seniors, if you did not do what they asked you to do, you were punished and if you did not obey after that you were really punished, I only ever had this pleasure twice. Every student in our boarding house, had to go through an initiation, mine was a bath everything you could think of in your wildest and dirtiest dreams / nightmares was put into this bath and then i had to sit in the bath naked while all the other students threw things at me and then pushed my head under for 30Seconds once that was finished I was finally accepted part of the boarding house. It took me a good one hour in the shower to wash of all the stains, smell etc. from my body.. A few days before our first team was coming to an end one of the seniors.. try to commit suicide - drug overdose - (not sure what he took) all I know for a fact is that he was taken to hospital..

 At the end of each term the school would arrange a train from Castle Carry to Paddington Station for all the students at the school (Party Train) just students and no teachers to control anyone or anything - total chaos 😉 One of the Seniors (Adam) from my boarding house had asked me to carry his portable stereo and when we reach Paddington I should find him and give it back to him. Once we had settled into our compartment on the train four of us, a Nigerian Guy called (TA) came up to me and took the stereo informing me that Adam, had approved him to use his stereo, I really did not have any say in the matter as he was three times my size and there was no way I was going to get into a fight over this stereo .!! Once (TA) had taken the stereo from me, i informed Adam that (TA) had taken the stereo from me and that he had your approval, to which Adam said no he had not given his approval and that I should make sure I get back by the time we reach Paddington Station, I must have spent the whole 3hour train ride trying to find (TA), I only managed to find him when we were pulling into Paddington Station, he told me that he had given it back to Adam, which was total bullshit as he had put it in his suitcase as he was leaving school for good and heading to his Lagos Nigeria for good.. More about (TA) later in my Blog as we met in Nigeria !! Adam was not to happy with me and informed me that I had to refund him 350PDS Sterling for the allowing someone to steal his stereo.. I had no bloody Idea what to do and also how to inform my parents about this issue, My Xmas Holidays were a total mess as all I could think about was how am i going to inform my parents about this issue.. 

Returning back after Xmas Holidays, I still had not told my parents about the issue and I was dreading to meet Adam who wanted his money back for the stereo. A few days after being back at around 11pm I was caught sleeping in the break room it turns out I had slept walk. I was a total mess and after being admitted into the clinic and seeing the doctors i informed them about what had happened.. My Parents were shocked the issue of the stereo and what had happened to me!! The head Master of the school even informed us that this was not the first time that (TA) had been involved in stealing other peoples property. !!

I got to meet a lot of  Wealthy Nigerians while at Boarding school, one named Mohammed who was bragging to anyone that would listen that his fathers face was on the Naira Note and they had named a airport after him,,.. I told him that not really interested in this and I don't really care as never thought in my wildest dreams that I would end up living and running a business in Nigeria. We ended up becoming really close friends and its a pity how he passed away. More about them later in my blog !!👍😇

In the mornings, at  lunch time and also in the evening before you took your bus back to your boarding house everyone would gather in this huge lounge area where we could go and relax and chat, buy drinks, buy snacks, play video games (Pac Man, Asteroids). On one afternoon a fight broke out between a Nigerian Guy and a Irian Guy over a Swedish Girl, the girl had been rather naughty she was two timing her Iranian Boyfriend with a Nigerian Guy and world war 3 almost broke out over this girl.. everyone was told that we needed to pick sides as to who we wanted to support - thank god the issue was resolved before we finally had to decide. - this part will be also links up with TA and will be explained later in my blog 

Sunshine Rays XOXO