14 Oct A Walk Down Memory Lane
Join me on a short walk down memory lane.
I went to Holy Cross Primary School, Onitsha from primary 1-3. I was extremely shy and timid, but also very intelligent. I remember in primary one, on speech & prize giving day, I was carried up while everyone was asked to applaud me because I came first overall in school.
In 2nd term of primary 2 however, I came 24th out of 32nd in my class. I remember this vividly because I tried to change my result before presenting it to my mom. I tried everything to erase the “2”, so it’d be “4th”. I was so disappointed in myself and scared of what my mom would say.
Well, let me tell you why my result was so terrible that term.
I was in the same class as this girl called “Chimmeli”, I’ll never forget her name, even if I cannot remember what her face looks like. Chimmeli was a tyrant. She bullied everybody but especially me. I remember she’d pass my desk and just push my head for no cause, push my books to the floor. Pretend to be nice only to collect my snacks. We used to have siesta and we’d have to sleep on mats on the floor; Chimmeli would make me bring her mat and set it up for her.
One day, during siesta, I was sleeping next to Chimmeli (she always made me do that so she could torture me some more) and she was playing with my hair. I wasn’t actually asleep because I could never really sleep next to her, I was always anticipating what evil she’d do next.
My hair was loosened; she’d pick a lock of hair and twirl it round and round. I think I must have relaxed, because I only noticed she had stopped when I heard her and some others giggling. I put my hand on my hair and smack in the middle, there a round bald patch. This girl cut my hair off and was laughing about it.
She denied it saying it was always there. Lol. She then came up with a name for me, “10 kobo”. The bald patch on my hair could fit a 10 kobo coin. Creative stuff, right? I remember crying my eyes out.
Nobody at home knew what was going on because I couldn’t bring myself to tell them for the fear of Chimmeli. It wasn’t until I came home crying because of my “10 kobo hair” that they knew.
My immediate elder brother, Chisom, came to school to fight for his sister. I watched Chimmeli be afraid of somebody else, it dawned on me that she was just a coward and that fear for her dissipated. After that day, Chimmeli did not bother me anymore.
I think Chimmeli was made to leave the school or I forgave her and she literally became dust to me. Because I have no other memory of her after that incident. 🤷🏽♀️
Bottom line is, I wasn’t able to stand up to her and lived fearing her so much so that I barely paid attention in class, because I was anticipating her next move. I was always distracted and that’s how I ended up trying to change my result from 24th to 4th. 😂
Knowledge is power. The moment I became armed with the knowledge and realization that this girl was a coward dealing with issues and projecting it unto me; I had nothing to be afraid of, I was free. I was powerful enough to take charge of my life.
I believe that I unconsciously decided that I’ll never be afraid of anybody ever again. My next primary school presented yet another bully, but he had nothing on me. Till this day, I am fearless in “intimidating” situations. I remember about a year ago, I was walking home from Uni at night and 5 drunk guys blocked me. The way I handled it amazed even me, but that’s a story for another day.
I’m certainly amazed by the growth and transformation that has happened in my life so far. I wasn’t always confident and sure, with the high self esteem I now have. It has been God all through, his love for me made me love myself. Along with a burning desire to keep improving myself until I’m at my very best.
I’ve had so many experiences that shaped me into the person I am. So many! The great, the good, the bad, the ugly. And for all of them, I am grateful. I’m open to experience and learn even more from this thing called life. I have always and will keep living my life with openness and curiosity; I owe a lot of my experiences to that.
The most profound thing that has kept me regardless of anything that comes my way is that ALL THINGS WORK TOGETHER FOR GOOD TO THEM THAT LOVE GOD AND ARE CALLED ACCORDING TO HIS PURPOSE.
So I stay loving God, walking to the best of my ability in his purpose for me. And so even the “bad things” are good things, for me.
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Until next time..
Love & Light!