I hated school like death, i dn't even like hearing the name, though i had friends who were going, yet, i wasn't convinced, i really cn't remember the reason for the hatred, but i certainly can't forget the height of that hatred. i wasn't the only one, there was a system the school were using to take care of people like us. during break they would select tall & strong guys and ask them to arrest kids of school age they see on the street. i'm used to their strategy, so during break i would go & hid myself in the deepest of all deep. i continued like this until i got to 7 yrs staying at home. i didn't know my dad went & tabled my case b4 thm, it seemed they only came for me that day, little did i also knwthat my dad had been monitoring my hidding place. he gave them the description and i was speechless when these unwanted enemies stormed our house & headed straight to our ceilling, my escape camp. i wanted to trade blows, but for their numbers & physique, i surrendered & was taken to the place i hated the most.

Wonderful....thank God for the journey.

Come see rains of lashes, i nearly create a river there, as tears were gushing uncontrollable from my eyes, i was warned that if at any time they discover i fail to come to school, that i should consider myself dead, that was how my school started oo. until i got used to it. lets share ours.