😢 Crying: THE BOY HAS???! ... I dropped out of school at Senior Secondary Class 1. That was after I failed the third term exams and was asked to repeat a class. I can remember that day vividly, the very day I got the result. I had hoped, willed, wished and prayed for a miracle and knew it would scarcely come, I had written just a couple of papers out of the the required number. I hadn't paid my fees and wasn't allowed into the examination hall, the few I wrote, I wrote knowing my name would be announced in a while and the whole students in the examination hall would watch me leave. I recall waking up every morning and refusing to go to school, I usually dreamt about the shame I would face in class the next day.  "Momma I won't go to school, if you don't give me my fees, they won't allow me to write the exams and they would flog me for sneaking into the exam hall" "Nna, you know there is no money, you haven't even had breakfast. Biko, do you want me to come with you so I can explain to your principal?" ...but I knew it was a futile venture, her coming wouldn't make it any easier for me, I was already owing for the two previous terms. And that is how I would leave the house without breakfast and walk the distance to school in my baggie 'Okirika' pants and worn sandals. Read the complete story by following this link. A Heart ♥ Touching Story, you will not like to miss.



On my way I would tell myself stories of how I came home in the evening with sacks of money and how momma never had to worry about anything again. I knew that beneath the stong woman facade she wore, underneath she was broken. I cried for her pain as much as I cried for my dying dreams.

I learnt to become strong too, masking up with a smile and pretending that everything was fine. I would wake up in the morning, do my chores and dash off to school without disturbing her about my problems. I devised a means of sneaking into the hall using another person's pay slip.....most times I was caught and flogged mercilessly, at other times I finished up before any one would find out.

The day I got my result would be the worst day of my life. Every other person was graduating to the next class except me, people I knew I was a whole lot smarter than, people I knew they always copied from me. I lost myself in tears and let it's wave carry me home.

Momma cried with me, she pleaded that I repeat the class and promised to break her neck if need be, just to make sure she paid the fees. But I wasn't there anymore, something in me had died...

I kept wondering what people would think about me, they didn't know my story and what I was going through. Wouldn't they think I failed cause I was dumb?

I tried.....

I went back with the intent to stay and make momma proud, I wanted to prove everybody else wrong too. But it was hell seeing your classmates in another section of the school, having them come into the class and treat you with so much disrespect. When people stared at you, you read a million thoughts in their eyes.

And I couldn't tell anyone my story, no one cared enough to ask too. There was no counsellor to talk to, the teachers were way too busy with themselves to care about me or my problems.

Things were still bad at home and it wasn't getting any easy. I dropped my dream of being a gradute by 16 years and earning a degree by 20.

Few weeks later, I picked up a headpan, a shovel and a strongwill and that was how I became a bricklayers assistant, a husband and a father at the age of 14.

(Excepts from 'The Boy Who Became A Man)

— Nonso Okoye.

What is yours?

Don't give up. ❤️
😢 Crying: THE BOY HAS???! ... I dropped out of school at Senior Secondary Class 1. That was after I failed the third term exams and was asked to repeat a class. I can remember that day vividly, the very day I got the result. I had hoped, willed, wished and prayed for a miracle and knew it would scarcely come, I had written just a couple of papers out of the the required number. I hadn't paid my fees and wasn't allowed into the examination hall, the few I wrote, I wrote knowing my name would be announced in a while and the whole students in the examination hall would watch me leave. I recall waking up every morning and refusing to go to school, I usually dreamt about the shame I would face in class the next day.  "Momma I won't go to school, if you don't give me my fees, they won't allow me to write the exams and they would flog me for sneaking into the exam hall" "Nna, you know there is no money, you haven't even had breakfast. Biko, do you want me to come with you so I can explain to your principal?" ...but I knew it was a futile venture, her coming wouldn't make it any easier for me, I was already owing for the two previous terms. And that is how I would leave the house without breakfast and walk the distance to school in my baggie 'Okirika' pants and worn sandals. Read the complete story by following this link. A Heart ♥ Touching Story, you will not like to miss. 😢 Crying: THE BOY HAS???! ...  
I dropped out of school at Senior Secondary Class 1. That was after I failed the third term exams and was asked to repeat a class.

I can remember that day vividly, the very day I got the result. I had hoped, willed, wished and prayed for a miracle and knew it would scarcely come, I had written just a couple of papers out of the the required number. I hadn't paid my fees and wasn't allowed into the examination hall, the few I wrote, I wrote knowing my name would be announced in a while and the whole students in the examination hall would watch me leave.

I recall waking up every morning and refusing to go to school, I usually dreamt about the shame I would face in class the next day. 

"Momma I won't go to school, if you don't give me my fees, they won't allow me to write the exams and they would flog me for sneaking into the exam hall"

"Nna, you know there is no money, you haven't even had breakfast. Biko, do you want me to come with you so I can explain to your principal?"

...but I knew it was a futile venture, her coming wouldn't make it any easier for me, I was already owing for the two previous terms. And that is how I would leave the house without breakfast and walk the distance to school in my baggie 'Okirika' pants and worn sandals. Read the complete story by following this link. A Heart ♥ Touching Story, you will not like to miss. Reviewed by De SOUL ENERGIZER on July 18, 2017 Rating: 5

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