Memories from Boarding School Days: Inspection

An informal letter to a friend. I sent it to him on his birthday reminding him of our common experience and how it fits into present reality

                         

19^th October, 2017

 

Dear Henry,

On this birthday of yours, please be reminded that each new term, each new session, each unfurled season presented us a gist on the day of resumption in FGCIK and we talked about movies often. This new season of yours is no exception as I’d like to rouse memories of Saturdays and the meticulous rigours that prepared us for inspection.

Igwe, prior to preparations for one of such Saturday inspection, I hummed a tune in “Ye va da raha” translated “This is our promise” one Friday evening as we rounded up hostel cleaning. The memory came from the blues; unrehearsed, unexpected, miraculously. An Indian movie love song like the Saturday wakeup call at quarter past five gushed out from an atavistic depth, the familiar sound of the house captain’s responsibility: “Last boy”. You know the rest of the story including how the last three on the queue ended up cleaning the toilet. This also you know, that on that “line of duty”, the die is cast.

My motivation for writing a birthday letter such as this is a winning mentality and that you and I keep winning in multiple endeavours and spheres of livelihood having in mind a soul of Saturday inspection. I love you.

                      Taiwo

                      Crest FC