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This is a superimposition of this writer’s visit to his old school on the ‘hard times’ he had endured at least 5 years before this writing. His visit resuscitates memories of the hill and valley in the physical environment of Oyewole Twins International Secondary School (OTISS) situated on Obalende hill, Abeokuta, Nigeria.
‘Scrotos’ - the housemaster, Mr. I. O. Sotoyinbo’s nickname
‘ Super foods’ - students’ secret canteen, outside the school premises. [320 words]
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I Drove Up The Hill Tunde Alabi-Hundeyin Ii
I DROVE UP THE HILL
Reminiscences of the old days filled me - we trudged down on the red soil, carrying red buckets of water under the red sun, with red temper. The redness of everything could not boil even a cup of water.
Imagine a small schoolboy without his parents around while diverse teachers surround. ‘Scrotos’ lashes were extraordinary, Sonde’s vocal bass could send a boy my size to heaven, Abodunde’s and Mayungbe’s meekness was unparalleled, Idowu’s intonation was flawless.
This same valley, I drove through today – but upwards. Driving through as a young man was better than the trudging of yesternight as a small schoolboy. One was filled with hopes of a greater tomorrow, the other; with the gloominess of the moment. I beheld the former when I reached the hill!
Yes, the hill. This is where one cannot see when, at the valley, one faces the earth. A new and sustained effort changes one’s bearing and reality. The rest is history. Back benchers and “company of clappers” bemoan one’s success and find holes – where there are none!
I drove up the hill, leaving “super foods” and the borehole behind me. As usual, the red soil’s dust was stirred. It stained my black tyres, not my white socks! The tall trees still bodyguarded me. The gate, the bricks, the uniform were still the same but the transformations I endured from the valley to the hill was phenomenal.
OTISS’ experiences have reformed and ferried me to the hill. I did not have to die of boredom at the borehole because I resolved to stand here. Life is a process journey with bus stops and detours – OTISS is a former, juvenile corruption is a latter. When anyone wants to reach the hill, he must decide to endure the hardships, gloominess – such as I did in OTISS. The way up is down. May God bless Obalende valley.
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"This is a brilliant piece- well written and very descriptive. I can say this because I attended this same school and I know how it all went.. Tunde great job." -- dolamu, winnipeg, Manitoba, canada.
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