I'm about to tell a real story. Something I witnessed and I found shocking. Actually, I'm lying. Not shocking, I mean, this is Nigeria. I won't say what bank or mention any names because I don't wanna be sued for the small money I have. Lol.
As I strolled into a bank to handle some business, we realized that there was a bit of loud talking and what seemed like some sort of dispute. They were decent enough to keep it away from areas where most customers were even though in my opinion, they could have found a better location for such occurrence.
Anyways, my friend and I plus several other customers got the lo down from a staff about what was going on. What happened was, they "caught a thief." Now, these 2 men came into the bank with an original cheque that didn't belong to them. They had signed and were about to be paid off when the teller or someone realized it was a group account and I'm guessing maybe other signatures were missing. I'm also guessing it was a fairly large amount, which might have been one of the alarm triggers. I believe the account belonged to a church and one of the offenders was actually a son of one of the pastors in the church.
So what we walked in on was the judgement. They had the dude kneeling down and a staff was beating away with a belt while others were querying him and abusing him. So, me and my 'activist self' made a comment to my friend saying that they should stop beating him because they were violation his human rights. As I said this, a man walked by and I think he was probably a manager or something in the bank. He looked at me and asked if I sent him to do the dirty work. I said no and I restated what I initially said.
He went in, did his own bit of abusing and querying and yelling then came back out to look for the girl who said they shouldn't beat "the thief". He made a comment like "where's that girl who said they shouldn't beat him, come and marry a thief." I shook my head at his ridiculousness. He came out to talk to me and said that he stole. I said "yes, I know he stole and he was wrong." He said "wrong?" I said "yes, and he should be punished." he said "punished?" I said "yes. He was wrong and he should be punished but you are a bank, it's not your duty to beat every one that tries to fraud your branch. Hand him over to the police and let them do the work." I mean, educated young bankers are beating a thief in a bank. Seriously? I could think of other banks in this same Nigeria where such things would never happen. And I said more about his human rights violations and you won't believe what this man said to me. He said "we are going to lynch him, go and tell any activists."
Ofcourse he was just saying that to tell me that I can't do anything about how they have chosen to handle the situation but seriously? I thought to myself that him and others like him are one of our major problems in this country. Irrational thinking, poor decision and problem solving skills and most importantly, individuals that are high on power. Let's think about this, you are a bank, an institution that will always encounter attempts like these, in fact, some will succeed. Will u beat all of them? I'm sure we know how Yoruba people feel about stealing. It's like you have just launched a nuclear attack. Because of this, I think he felt that killing him was proportional to his offense. How much could this guy have tried to withdraw? What if he came in with a gun instead? He tried to scheme and he failed and he must be punished but not like that. What about presidents, governors and other white collar crime perpetrators? Why isn't anyone beating them? Does he think those ones are better than this petty thief? No! They are not. There's no greater sin. Sin is sin, no matter the gravity.
I also understand some of the other bankers' plight, which is that the guy jeopardized their jobs if he would have gotten away with it. Nigerian banks don't function as a whole in cases of fraud. A blame must be appointed to someone. Someone must take responsibility because penalties must ensue. As a Nigerian banker, you are expected to have superhuman fraud detecting skills. You sign off on a fraudulent transaction in good faith, your ass is grass. You pay it back or face the consequences. Whereas, in Canada for example, you would still have your job as long as they investigated and found that you signed off in good faith.
I also believe they took justice into their own hands because if the police was involved, they would have jerked around and the case may never make it to court but the bank should have lawyers that would follow such cases through to make sure the dude got exactly what he deserved. After all, fraud is a punishable federal statute.
But hey! What do I know?
~kdamsel~
Monday, 10 June 2013
Monday, 27 May 2013
Me! His English teacher!
Last week was sorta laid back and hectic at the same time.
A little history lesson....when we were in camp, we were promised monthly allowances of N19,800 from the federal government and N5000 from the state government. Upon resuming at our PPAs, we found out from our senior colleagues that the state allowance would not be paid monthly. But a lump some in our 7th or 10th month. We heard all sorts of details as to when it would be paid. Apparently, the state would give the school the money in cash to pay their Corpers but the governor (who would be running for his second term next year needs to start making amends, paying every state worker he owes and making people's lives easier) decided to pay us directly to our accounts and not through the school. This is a good thing, which also meant that every single Corper, Batch A, B & C from the two local governments in the town of Osogbo had to report to the secretariat for data capturing. Now, u can imagine how chaotic this could be. Especially how bad things become when too many Nigerians are gathered in one place, especially when it has to do with money.
To cut the long story short, it was chaotic but I'm sure we all got done one way or another. It was a good week because I hardly went to school using this as excuse and hectic because of this one day. I spent about 4-5hrs there. Some people were unfortunate to spend longer hours. I'm sure some spent less but I kinda doubt it. And oh! It doesn't mean people in my batch will be getting paid even in the next 2 months.
Now, on my way home, the unimaginable happened (maybe not the unimaginable but the unbelievable). I won't go into too much details because of time. A male student of mine saw me along the way home, walked with me to my house because it was enroute his house and he hit on me at my gate. Can u imagine? Me! His English teacher! He first mentioned that if my boyfriend saw him walking with me, he would tell him that he is my new boyfriend. I said nothing. Then he suggested that I could come to his house and sleepover and "we can play all night" while I fumbled through my purse to get my keys. I really didn't know what to say but I warned him to never say such to me again and verbally chased him away from my gate. I haven't been back to school since so I haven't seen him.
If I ever blog about being in love with my student, just know that he has jazzed me because I've heard stories about these boys practicing voodoo on their teachers. Whether that is just a rumor or not, if it happens, notify my parents to have me removed from Osogbo. LoL
After that, I thought "such guts." I've crushed on many teachers as a kid but never dared nor did I ever have the guts to tell them irrespective of how close we got. That kid will get to places in life if he channels his nerves to the right situations.
~kdamsel~
A little history lesson....when we were in camp, we were promised monthly allowances of N19,800 from the federal government and N5000 from the state government. Upon resuming at our PPAs, we found out from our senior colleagues that the state allowance would not be paid monthly. But a lump some in our 7th or 10th month. We heard all sorts of details as to when it would be paid. Apparently, the state would give the school the money in cash to pay their Corpers but the governor (who would be running for his second term next year needs to start making amends, paying every state worker he owes and making people's lives easier) decided to pay us directly to our accounts and not through the school. This is a good thing, which also meant that every single Corper, Batch A, B & C from the two local governments in the town of Osogbo had to report to the secretariat for data capturing. Now, u can imagine how chaotic this could be. Especially how bad things become when too many Nigerians are gathered in one place, especially when it has to do with money.
To cut the long story short, it was chaotic but I'm sure we all got done one way or another. It was a good week because I hardly went to school using this as excuse and hectic because of this one day. I spent about 4-5hrs there. Some people were unfortunate to spend longer hours. I'm sure some spent less but I kinda doubt it. And oh! It doesn't mean people in my batch will be getting paid even in the next 2 months.
Now, on my way home, the unimaginable happened (maybe not the unimaginable but the unbelievable). I won't go into too much details because of time. A male student of mine saw me along the way home, walked with me to my house because it was enroute his house and he hit on me at my gate. Can u imagine? Me! His English teacher! He first mentioned that if my boyfriend saw him walking with me, he would tell him that he is my new boyfriend. I said nothing. Then he suggested that I could come to his house and sleepover and "we can play all night" while I fumbled through my purse to get my keys. I really didn't know what to say but I warned him to never say such to me again and verbally chased him away from my gate. I haven't been back to school since so I haven't seen him.
If I ever blog about being in love with my student, just know that he has jazzed me because I've heard stories about these boys practicing voodoo on their teachers. Whether that is just a rumor or not, if it happens, notify my parents to have me removed from Osogbo. LoL
After that, I thought "such guts." I've crushed on many teachers as a kid but never dared nor did I ever have the guts to tell them irrespective of how close we got. That kid will get to places in life if he channels his nerves to the right situations.
~kdamsel~
Thursday, 16 May 2013
CDS Nomination
So! I was nominated by the President and the Provost of the EFCC CDS group for the presidential post. The current heads of the group will be passing out in a couple of weeks. Although I was flattered, I refused to contest by refusing to make a speech as to why I should be elected.
I know many would say "oh, but you should have ran at least." But the truth is, I probably would have been elected (I'm not blowing my own trumpet here). I say this because the last 2 presidents I've witnessed have been men and I would assume the ones before that were probably men also and many people are dying for a gender diversity for this particular post. The people sitting around me were actually encouraging me to run for the position saying they would vote for me and all that.
I refused because I'm hardly present for the meetings and when I do attend, I'm always late because I just don't understand the point of these meetings. And although I would like to work for the EFCC and the likes eventually, we have never, and I mean NEVER! done anything related to the actual organization. I can't possibly head a group I don't believe in.
Furthermore, the president always has to yell for people to be quiet (we Nigerians don't do well in a crowd) and for those who know me well, you know my voice wasn't built for hall speeches and we got no microphones. I mean, I can't even talk over loud music like most normal people. My voice was built for the bedroom. Lol.
The second most important reason is that when school goes on vacation, I would have to remain here in Osogbo for 2 months because of CDS and like most people do, I'm not one to be coming to Osogbo every Thursday. I'm certainly not built for such. I could use those 2 months to search for employment in Lagos, write tests or go to interviews (this is a hint that I am looking for employment for after NYSC so if any of my readers know of any hiring companies or can pull any strings, help a sista).
So, yea, those are my reasons for not contesting.
On my way to eat amala after the elections charades, I was gisting with the korope driver (those who read my old posts would know what this means but for those who don't, korope is what they call the public buses in Osogbo). He told me a story about a female Corper from Benue state who married one of his friends who also is a korope driver. She told him that she could not marry someone who went to school and graduated with her because if she does and her and her hubby both happen to get government jobs and the government owes them salary (this appears to be a common issue for government workers), they will be screwed. So she reckoned a korope driver was a better choice. That's good thinking but seriously? A korope driver? (Pardon my shallowness).
~kdamsel~
I know many would say "oh, but you should have ran at least." But the truth is, I probably would have been elected (I'm not blowing my own trumpet here). I say this because the last 2 presidents I've witnessed have been men and I would assume the ones before that were probably men also and many people are dying for a gender diversity for this particular post. The people sitting around me were actually encouraging me to run for the position saying they would vote for me and all that.
I refused because I'm hardly present for the meetings and when I do attend, I'm always late because I just don't understand the point of these meetings. And although I would like to work for the EFCC and the likes eventually, we have never, and I mean NEVER! done anything related to the actual organization. I can't possibly head a group I don't believe in.
Furthermore, the president always has to yell for people to be quiet (we Nigerians don't do well in a crowd) and for those who know me well, you know my voice wasn't built for hall speeches and we got no microphones. I mean, I can't even talk over loud music like most normal people. My voice was built for the bedroom. Lol.
The second most important reason is that when school goes on vacation, I would have to remain here in Osogbo for 2 months because of CDS and like most people do, I'm not one to be coming to Osogbo every Thursday. I'm certainly not built for such. I could use those 2 months to search for employment in Lagos, write tests or go to interviews (this is a hint that I am looking for employment for after NYSC so if any of my readers know of any hiring companies or can pull any strings, help a sista).
So, yea, those are my reasons for not contesting.
On my way to eat amala after the elections charades, I was gisting with the korope driver (those who read my old posts would know what this means but for those who don't, korope is what they call the public buses in Osogbo). He told me a story about a female Corper from Benue state who married one of his friends who also is a korope driver. She told him that she could not marry someone who went to school and graduated with her because if she does and her and her hubby both happen to get government jobs and the government owes them salary (this appears to be a common issue for government workers), they will be screwed. So she reckoned a korope driver was a better choice. That's good thinking but seriously? A korope driver? (Pardon my shallowness).
~kdamsel~
Tuesday, 14 May 2013
"Goggle it"
First, I apologize for not having posted anything in a while. I haven't had much to say and I don't like putting up unblogworthy posts.
So, let's get to bizness. I recently solved a controversy between a boy and a girl. Both in JSS2. I'm guessing they should be in the range of 12 to15 years old max! But in this case, the boy has repeated JSS2 a few times, so he's a little older than that.
Anyways I walked in on the controversy, which my colleagues had been deliberating on.
Here it goes. The girl came to report that the boy slapped her across the face. The Corpers called the boy in. Asked why he did it and he said she had been calling him names and all that especially when she was with her friends. And eventually, on that day, he had enough, lost control and slapped her. Then we asked why she was calling him names and we heard both sides of the story.
Her side: one day, he asked her if she was a virgin and she told him to ask google (she actually pronounced it goggle. Like swimming goggles....lol). After that day, he always asked her to come over his house and she always declined to avoid getting in trouble at home. Then one day, her mom sent her on an errand and she bumped into him and they went back to his house(they stood to talk at the gate she says). Then he started groping her boobies and all that stuff. She then gets him off her, called him names and left. Since then, she would call him names when she saw him at school.
His side: he asked her one day if she was a virgin and she told him to ask google (he said it wrong also). Him and her older brother are friends and word on the street is that every boy takes homegirl for a spin and even her brother testified to this. So, as a big brother figure, he wanted to talk to her and plead with her to change her ways, which was why he asked her to come to his house. As a matter of fact, that was all he discussed with her at his gate. However, his advice rubbed her in the wrong places and she started calling him names ever since.
They argued back and forth, called each other a liar and even cursed off each other. The girl said that she would never wanna be involved with him (although she said she was a virgin) because he has been in JSS2 forever. He maintained that she's too small and un-sexy for him and he would never wanna touch her. He also told her that he would f**k her up and beat her up.
Although I found this whole thing funny because it wasn't as civilized as I've narrated it and half of the discussion was in Yoruba and there's something funny about issues like these being told in Yoruba. We eventually told him not to lay hands on her for whatever reason, told her not to ever call him names again and if they didn't wanna be friends, they should just act as though the other didn't exist.
That was the best judgement we could offer.
By the way, one of the smartest students in my class must have told her mom about me because her mother came by to meet and greet me. I left class to say hello then I went back in. She came in, I met her halfway and she squeezed money into my palm and said "I know u didn't ask, but please, just for your drink." I declined but didn't wanna make a scene in front of the other students so I said thank you. I thought about giving it back to her daughter but my colleagues said she was just appreciating me and I should keep the N1000. I personally don't know how I feel about it or how to react. She had me in a situation where I couldn't continue to decline. I think she did it on purpose tho. Anyways. I spent the money on my way home so I guess that's gone. Lol.
~kdamsel~
So, let's get to bizness. I recently solved a controversy between a boy and a girl. Both in JSS2. I'm guessing they should be in the range of 12 to15 years old max! But in this case, the boy has repeated JSS2 a few times, so he's a little older than that.
Anyways I walked in on the controversy, which my colleagues had been deliberating on.
Here it goes. The girl came to report that the boy slapped her across the face. The Corpers called the boy in. Asked why he did it and he said she had been calling him names and all that especially when she was with her friends. And eventually, on that day, he had enough, lost control and slapped her. Then we asked why she was calling him names and we heard both sides of the story.
Her side: one day, he asked her if she was a virgin and she told him to ask google (she actually pronounced it goggle. Like swimming goggles....lol). After that day, he always asked her to come over his house and she always declined to avoid getting in trouble at home. Then one day, her mom sent her on an errand and she bumped into him and they went back to his house(they stood to talk at the gate she says). Then he started groping her boobies and all that stuff. She then gets him off her, called him names and left. Since then, she would call him names when she saw him at school.
His side: he asked her one day if she was a virgin and she told him to ask google (he said it wrong also). Him and her older brother are friends and word on the street is that every boy takes homegirl for a spin and even her brother testified to this. So, as a big brother figure, he wanted to talk to her and plead with her to change her ways, which was why he asked her to come to his house. As a matter of fact, that was all he discussed with her at his gate. However, his advice rubbed her in the wrong places and she started calling him names ever since.
They argued back and forth, called each other a liar and even cursed off each other. The girl said that she would never wanna be involved with him (although she said she was a virgin) because he has been in JSS2 forever. He maintained that she's too small and un-sexy for him and he would never wanna touch her. He also told her that he would f**k her up and beat her up.
Although I found this whole thing funny because it wasn't as civilized as I've narrated it and half of the discussion was in Yoruba and there's something funny about issues like these being told in Yoruba. We eventually told him not to lay hands on her for whatever reason, told her not to ever call him names again and if they didn't wanna be friends, they should just act as though the other didn't exist.
That was the best judgement we could offer.
By the way, one of the smartest students in my class must have told her mom about me because her mother came by to meet and greet me. I left class to say hello then I went back in. She came in, I met her halfway and she squeezed money into my palm and said "I know u didn't ask, but please, just for your drink." I declined but didn't wanna make a scene in front of the other students so I said thank you. I thought about giving it back to her daughter but my colleagues said she was just appreciating me and I should keep the N1000. I personally don't know how I feel about it or how to react. She had me in a situation where I couldn't continue to decline. I think she did it on purpose tho. Anyways. I spent the money on my way home so I guess that's gone. Lol.
~kdamsel~
Tuesday, 9 April 2013
Choosing a life partner
I'm taking a dive into another type of discussion in this particular post. I've been having these types of conversations quite often these days. I have my personal views on this matter so I thought it wld be nice to share the discussion.
When one is choosing a life partner, should it be calculated and logical or should one wait to feel the magic?
You have someone who you connect with on every level and the magic is there? You feel like there's no you without them and the feeling is mutual and you just know they are right for you but you know logistics aren't balanced for a proper relationship. On the other hand, you have another who you know will give you peace, a happy home and equal financial stability. As a matter of fact, you are convinced that this person possesses all the essential morals and values to raise a family but there is no magic, no love. You know, the kind that happens in fairy tales? The kind almost every woman wants to feel?
Does one suddenly fall in love or is love supposed to be cultured?
If you are going to love someone, should it have happened since you started acquainting yourself with that person? Or should it require a conscious effort and decision? Will it grow because this person has everything else you should want? Does cultured love last a lifetime? Or will it fade?
Should sex be the last piece of the puzzle? Or should it be a deciding factor?
Suppose you add sex to the equation? If you got intimate with that person you feel no magic with and you happen to feel that magic this way, does it add the last piece to the puzzle? Does it serve as confirmation that you could actually culture love for this 'perfect' person? In this context, if love is found from havin good sex with this person, is it real? Will it grow? Or should you wait to see if the love grows and if it does not, never delve into the sexual realm of the relationship because it should not be a deciding factor?
~kdamsel~
When one is choosing a life partner, should it be calculated and logical or should one wait to feel the magic?
You have someone who you connect with on every level and the magic is there? You feel like there's no you without them and the feeling is mutual and you just know they are right for you but you know logistics aren't balanced for a proper relationship. On the other hand, you have another who you know will give you peace, a happy home and equal financial stability. As a matter of fact, you are convinced that this person possesses all the essential morals and values to raise a family but there is no magic, no love. You know, the kind that happens in fairy tales? The kind almost every woman wants to feel?
Does one suddenly fall in love or is love supposed to be cultured?
If you are going to love someone, should it have happened since you started acquainting yourself with that person? Or should it require a conscious effort and decision? Will it grow because this person has everything else you should want? Does cultured love last a lifetime? Or will it fade?
Should sex be the last piece of the puzzle? Or should it be a deciding factor?
Suppose you add sex to the equation? If you got intimate with that person you feel no magic with and you happen to feel that magic this way, does it add the last piece to the puzzle? Does it serve as confirmation that you could actually culture love for this 'perfect' person? In this context, if love is found from havin good sex with this person, is it real? Will it grow? Or should you wait to see if the love grows and if it does not, never delve into the sexual realm of the relationship because it should not be a deciding factor?
~kdamsel~
Saturday, 6 April 2013
Disastrous essays
In Section A of the exam, the students were asked to:
Write an essay on any one of these topics
A. Write about "My first day in Osogbo Grammar School"
B. What you want to become when you grow up
Out of about 120 students, I had 3 alright essays. I included one in this post. The kid who wants to be an architect.
Despite the instruction, some students wrote one crappy essay on each topic and I just rolled my eyes and picked one to mark. Some made no attempt to answer this section and the others.......see for yourself.
What I want to become when I grow up.
I will like to Become a pastor to bring many soul to Christ Jesus. So that They will Enter the kingdom of God, in other Not to go Enter hell fire.
My First day in Osogbo grammar school
My name is I***** A******. On this day I was very excited that I would enter into a new school. I came with my dad. When we entered the school we were told to collect number so that they can place us in class. I was place in Class B Firstly, we were taught English. I appreciated how they taught us because they taught us really well. I listened well in class and I understand what the teacher is teaching. I began to have friends. When it is break time we went out to go and play football, When we closed I went home. I like this school because they are good teacher to teach us.
Topic: What you want to become in future
I want to become an architect in future. An architect is a person who do the planning of a house, Or we can call it a building. An architect also draws how to design a house. After this, An architect hand over the drawning to a civil engineer. After, a civil engineer start the completment of the building. When you want to build, after buying some plots of land, you give it to the surveyors after that, the architect is the next person to take over the job.
When an architect works for a person who want to construct a big building, he is paid a large amount of money.
Any body is free to become an architect either male or female.
Without an architect, you can not be able to draw the planning and get the true design you want your building to be.
my reasons for Choosing architect is that, architect earns a lot of money.
I am truly proud to be an architect.
What I want to become when I grow up
I want become a medical doctor because I want to save life to treat people so that they can live healthy because This days There are know many doctor and many people dies because of small disease and I like science very much because I used to sick every month and where I go to hospital I see There dress with white and There cap. In Almight I will be medical medical. In shall ALLAH.
About my First day in Osogbo grammar school
My name is T*** O******, I live in Cele aubsuru
I want to write about my first day in Osogbo grammar school.
My first day in Osogbo grammar school it was a very happiness day for me because I think that my life have Change the primary schools and when I enter the School Compound it was a big school I am Very surprise because I did not it ever before and when I enter the class they group us to the Was So beautiful and we enjoy and we are feeling like not living and on that very we celebrate because the new life have started that day and it Was a Joyful day we all play together and when we close from school and we were happy to go home.
What I want to become when I grow up
first I want to become a doctor, I like doctor because. It is combined with my blood and my parent are also scientist I love my family because the all joined me in being a doctor.
What you want to become when you grow up.
My name is R**** A****** I want to become is a act If I was to a act I most read my Book
I most finished my scoredary school I most finshed my u.t (she made an attempt to spell university but decided to write u.t when she realized he couldn't spell university) and most obey mother and father and my teachers and other person befor I get to be act.
My first day in Osogbo grammar school
My name is A**** K**** I live on Osogbo I want to talk about my first day in Osogbo gramar school O.G.S. when I finsed my primary 6 and corrot my certificate and will arived in O.G.S and The name of my best friend He name was Ola and meet ourselfe in shool and will are best friend we wrote our book very well and read to pass our examlation We are good friend I am 11 years old and my friend was 11 years I always eat rice and Beans We are good friend and we pass our examination Amin.
What do you want to be one when you grow up
When I grow up I want to become a medical doctor in future that I will be Injecting many people, prescribed drug for people and operate people. (LMAO!)
Needless to say that my post was full of red underlined words and I had to fight autocorrect many times. *sigh*
~kdamsel~
Write an essay on any one of these topics
A. Write about "My first day in Osogbo Grammar School"
B. What you want to become when you grow up
Out of about 120 students, I had 3 alright essays. I included one in this post. The kid who wants to be an architect.
Despite the instruction, some students wrote one crappy essay on each topic and I just rolled my eyes and picked one to mark. Some made no attempt to answer this section and the others.......see for yourself.
What I want to become when I grow up.
I will like to Become a pastor to bring many soul to Christ Jesus. So that They will Enter the kingdom of God, in other Not to go Enter hell fire.
My First day in Osogbo grammar school
My name is I***** A******. On this day I was very excited that I would enter into a new school. I came with my dad. When we entered the school we were told to collect number so that they can place us in class. I was place in Class B Firstly, we were taught English. I appreciated how they taught us because they taught us really well. I listened well in class and I understand what the teacher is teaching. I began to have friends. When it is break time we went out to go and play football, When we closed I went home. I like this school because they are good teacher to teach us.
Topic: What you want to become in future
I want to become an architect in future. An architect is a person who do the planning of a house, Or we can call it a building. An architect also draws how to design a house. After this, An architect hand over the drawning to a civil engineer. After, a civil engineer start the completment of the building. When you want to build, after buying some plots of land, you give it to the surveyors after that, the architect is the next person to take over the job.
When an architect works for a person who want to construct a big building, he is paid a large amount of money.
Any body is free to become an architect either male or female.
Without an architect, you can not be able to draw the planning and get the true design you want your building to be.
my reasons for Choosing architect is that, architect earns a lot of money.
I am truly proud to be an architect.
What I want to become when I grow up
I want become a medical doctor because I want to save life to treat people so that they can live healthy because This days There are know many doctor and many people dies because of small disease and I like science very much because I used to sick every month and where I go to hospital I see There dress with white and There cap. In Almight I will be medical medical. In shall ALLAH.
About my First day in Osogbo grammar school
My name is T*** O******, I live in Cele aubsuru
I want to write about my first day in Osogbo grammar school.
My first day in Osogbo grammar school it was a very happiness day for me because I think that my life have Change the primary schools and when I enter the School Compound it was a big school I am Very surprise because I did not it ever before and when I enter the class they group us to the Was So beautiful and we enjoy and we are feeling like not living and on that very we celebrate because the new life have started that day and it Was a Joyful day we all play together and when we close from school and we were happy to go home.
What I want to become when I grow up
first I want to become a doctor, I like doctor because. It is combined with my blood and my parent are also scientist I love my family because the all joined me in being a doctor.
What you want to become when you grow up.
My name is R**** A****** I want to become is a act If I was to a act I most read my Book
I most finished my scoredary school I most finshed my u.t (she made an attempt to spell university but decided to write u.t when she realized he couldn't spell university) and most obey mother and father and my teachers and other person befor I get to be act.
My first day in Osogbo grammar school
My name is A**** K**** I live on Osogbo I want to talk about my first day in Osogbo gramar school O.G.S. when I finsed my primary 6 and corrot my certificate and will arived in O.G.S and The name of my best friend He name was Ola and meet ourselfe in shool and will are best friend we wrote our book very well and read to pass our examlation We are good friend I am 11 years old and my friend was 11 years I always eat rice and Beans We are good friend and we pass our examination Amin.
What do you want to be one when you grow up
When I grow up I want to become a medical doctor in future that I will be Injecting many people, prescribed drug for people and operate people. (LMAO!)
Needless to say that my post was full of red underlined words and I had to fight autocorrect many times. *sigh*
~kdamsel~
Friday, 5 April 2013
School's out!!
Have you ever been scared to perm or put a weave inyour hair because you have constantly been sweating over the weeks? I'm at that stage at the moment. Like my friend says "Osun state's got 2 suns" but it seems Lagos state's got 2.5.
Anyways, it's almost time to go home for 3 weeks. School's out in preparation for 3rd term. Exams are almost over and I have marked and seen some hilarious papers. I included a composition(essay) section in the English exam and you can imagine the kinds of grammar, punctuation, spelling and writing styles I had to endure. I got frustrated especially while I marked this portion of the exam. I saved it for the last because I dreaded it very much. So much that I can't even be bothered to type out one of them for you to read but I might include 1 or 2 before I eventually publish this post.
I realized there was a kid in my JSS3B class that the other students respect so much and I often wondered why. I mean, he looks older than most of them but I wasn't sure by how much. In his essay, he stated the year he was born and by my impeccable calculations, he's 21 this year. Now, there are Corpers his age. He still has 3 more years of secondary school before 2 - 5 years of postsecondary education. Now, I haven't asked why he is that old at that level in his education, but from his grades and attitudes towards education, I have a feeling he has repeated a few classes. He hardly comes to class, too busy playing soccer or roaming about the school compound and when he does come to class, his performance is poor. He doesn't do homework or nothing important to up his grades. I can't even punish or give him any aje butter beatings. Lol. I'm too scared. Anytime I have a list of noise makers written, I always find a way to skip hi when his name comes up. It's insane!
It's time to go back to Lagos and I'm shit scared. The peace and tranquility and freedom I have here is not equal to that I'll have in Lagos. I can't even hold my phones in my hand in certain areas in Lagos. However, I miss home and Jagger. Can't wait to have 3 weeks worth of fun. Since I moved back from Toronto, I have lived longer in Osun state than Lagos.
~kdamsel~
Anyways, it's almost time to go home for 3 weeks. School's out in preparation for 3rd term. Exams are almost over and I have marked and seen some hilarious papers. I included a composition(essay) section in the English exam and you can imagine the kinds of grammar, punctuation, spelling and writing styles I had to endure. I got frustrated especially while I marked this portion of the exam. I saved it for the last because I dreaded it very much. So much that I can't even be bothered to type out one of them for you to read but I might include 1 or 2 before I eventually publish this post.
I realized there was a kid in my JSS3B class that the other students respect so much and I often wondered why. I mean, he looks older than most of them but I wasn't sure by how much. In his essay, he stated the year he was born and by my impeccable calculations, he's 21 this year. Now, there are Corpers his age. He still has 3 more years of secondary school before 2 - 5 years of postsecondary education. Now, I haven't asked why he is that old at that level in his education, but from his grades and attitudes towards education, I have a feeling he has repeated a few classes. He hardly comes to class, too busy playing soccer or roaming about the school compound and when he does come to class, his performance is poor. He doesn't do homework or nothing important to up his grades. I can't even punish or give him any aje butter beatings. Lol. I'm too scared. Anytime I have a list of noise makers written, I always find a way to skip hi when his name comes up. It's insane!
It's time to go back to Lagos and I'm shit scared. The peace and tranquility and freedom I have here is not equal to that I'll have in Lagos. I can't even hold my phones in my hand in certain areas in Lagos. However, I miss home and Jagger. Can't wait to have 3 weeks worth of fun. Since I moved back from Toronto, I have lived longer in Osun state than Lagos.
~kdamsel~
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