Looking out through the window, I asked sleepy Chidimma; “Mma do you think I can go now?”

I had work retreat by 8am, I have never been late and wouldn’t want to set a record. Not now Not EVER. Her house is barely an hour aware from my workplace but Lagos’ hustle and bustle especially on a Monday morning care less.

By 6:30am, I took off. By 7:15am I was half way already. However, I needed to board another bus. Crossing to the other side, I met a co alumni of my university… Maybe somewhere in the universe our greeting will be accepted. We were greeting and moving at the opposite of a leisure pace. He was running to work and I, just by his side had to run up, may be some other time. Who knows?
Getting to the bus stop, the bus I was meant to enter was E M P T Y!!! Nooooo! I can’t wait. The next thing was to get a keke (Tricycle), stop at the bus stop ahead and get another bus. Then, I heard my destination, it was a cab and almost full just “one chance”. A man behind me said, “no be where you dey go, enter.” I entered.

My life as a teacher has reconnected my present life as an adult with memories created as a pupil.

One of those is the light-hearted pleasure mixed with tension prepared in a sizzling pot of healthy competition with sprinkles of team work, cries and chant!!!

No! It isn’t food!!
Rather I speak of the bond of teachers and students, one thing that automatically switch on the determination mode while hard-work kicks off… INTER-HOUSE SPORT COMPETITION.

Living through it as a teacher refreshed the experience of old times. However, it felt different. Not just that there were fun and exciting games added and the absence of sack and egg race but life as usual taught me.